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Sir Ian is engaging in a little bit of ye olde disinfo here, n'est-ce pas? There were probably two, three or four mistakes, or maybe even one gigantic one, don't you think? But he wants the brainiacs who built the second batch of bombs to think they were close, oh so close. Otherwise, Ian would have to have become a Sir and a Police Commissioner in spite of being a really rather stupid fellow.
Righto, one mistake it is then:
"This is the greatest operational challenge that the Metropolitan police has faced since the second world war," said the commissioner of the Metropolitan police, Sir Ian Blair, as he spoke of a "race against time" to catch the bombers.
"There are two possibilities - either we find them or they are capable of carrying out more atrocities," he said.
Of last week's failed suicide bomb suspects, one of whom, Yasin Hassan Omar, was being interviewed by police yesterday, he said: "This is not the B team. These weren't amateurs. They only made one mistake. We are very, very lucky. The carnage that would have occurred had those bombs gone off would at least have been equivalent to those on July 7." 12:00 AM
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Can't Stop The Central American Free Trade Agreement
Was I the only one who felt a pinprick of sadness that Allan Carr didn't live to see Cafta triumphant?
Yes.
"Joke" backgrounder:
...While still in his teens and a student at Northwestern university he put $750 into the musical Ziegfeld Follies, starring Tallullah Bankhead and thus became the youngest "angel" on Broadway. However the show soon closed.
...He was co-creator of the Playboy Penthouse television series. Hugh Hefner subsequently opened his Playboy clubs.
Intent on learning about films he went to Madrid in 1961 to work as an assistant to the director Nicholas Ray on King of Kings.
...In 1966 he formed Allan Carr Enterprises which was a talent agency managing Ann-Margret, Melina Mercouri, Peter Sellers, Petula Clarke, Tony Curtis, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, Dyan Cannon, Paul Anka, Cass Elliot, Marvin Hamlisch, and Peggy Lee. He was credited with discovering Michelle Pfeiffer, Steve Guttenberg, and Mark Hamill.
...In 1976 he became a millionaire by editing and dubbing a low-budget Mexican film to create Survive!, the surprise film success for Paramont, based on the true story of the Uruguayan soccer team which resorted to cannibalism after their plane crashed in the Andes.
...He co-wrote and produced the film vehicle for the Village People, Can't Stop the Music, (1980).
...In 1989 he produced the Academy Awards ceremony which came to be regarded as the most vulgar presentation ever. A duet between Robert Lowe and a squeaky-voiced Snow White singing the Ike and Tina Turner song Proud Mary prompted legal action by the Walt Disney company.
...He often dressed in outsize caftans and full-length furs to hide his portly figure. He was nicknamed "Caftans Courageous".
The Yahoo Mail woman fascinates me, both as an icon and a decision. For those without a Yahoo mail account, allow me to introduce the happy lady who greets every Yahoo Mail loser every day. She's been on the job without missing a damn day for a year or more, I'd estimate. I like the plainspoken they way they put it in her url:
Does the login_woman really exist? Or is she accumulated from facial parts swept up off the focus group floor? And why did Yahoo choose her and her alone to grace their page? Isn't the smarter design choice to have a revolving archetype-team of smiling figureheads? An SSRI army of men and women of every age and shade who consecutively cycle through the quadrillion or so Yahoo Mail page loads a day.
Or why not just a picture of me. I'm pleasant enough in an invisible-everyman kind of way.
4:01 AM
Monday, July 25, 2005
Kitten of the Corn
I'm good for maybe one cat obituary a year. Or is it one a day? This either fills my quota for 2005 or satisfies me until tomorrow:
... There were other moments in our friendship that may seem insignificant to you but were each important milestones to Camo Cat and I: when he first didn't leave when I came home; when he didn't get off the couch when I sat on the other end of it; the first time he got up on the couch when I was already on it. These tiny events were spaced throughout the next four years. Camo Cat was in no rush to get to know me. 1:53 AM
