Shamelessly grokked from the latest Dilbert newsletter:
The United States is having a presidential election involving a number of confusing things such as issues, platforms, and electoral votes. As a member of the DNRC, you know that this is an elaborate scheme concocted by the Founding Fathers to protect voters from the embarrassing realization that they always elect the candidate with the best hair.
So true, so true…
… I will mention the two who have been with me, in Opposition and in government in the same jobs every step of the way.
Gordon and John, the one a personal friend for 20 years and the best chancellor this country has ever had and the other the strongest, most loyal deputy any leader could ever wish for.
What’s the old phrase? “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer”, isn’t it? ;-)
I’ve always liked Andrew Marr.
I used to know someone who fancied him though. That’s just weird.
The new REM album isn’t out until October 4th, but you can hear it early at MySpace.
It’s legal too.
Shocking.
“The world is full of ugly things that you can’t change,
Pretend it’s not that way, that’s my idea of faith.You can blow it off and say there’s good in nearly everyone,
Just give them all a chance, just give them all a chance.”– Ben Folds
“Do you love me?”.
I rolled over to face her, trying to hide the look I could feel making its way across my face. “What did you say?”, I replied, knowing full well what she’d asked.
“I asked whether you love me”, she said patiently, not breaking eye contact. She paused. “It’s just that sometimes I wonder”. She dropped her gaze.
“Yes”, I replied. “I do love you. Is that a problem?”.
“No”, she said, nestling her head into my chest. “I love you too”.
I held her until she had drifted off to sleep, then I slipped quietly out of the bedroom. Following the road down to the junction at the end, past the pub, I could hear the muffled sounds of a few locals having a lock-in.
I turned left out of town, the sodium glare of the streetlamps casting long shadows that seemed to be walking faster than me. Underfoot the tarmac seemed almost soft, like walking on bare earth.
I did love her, it was true. More than I’d ever loved anyone. But somehow I knew that it wouldn’t be enough; that it would be over soon.
Love Is Only A Feeling, you see.
“The road is long and the lights are bright,
Just because you’ve lived here all your life doesn’t make it right.”– The Darkness
One of the more coherent pieces of writing about how Western foreign policies of the last 100 years produced Al Quaeda, and what the movement’s overall objectives are.
I love stories like this.
The last ever No. 73 Routemaster bus was decommissioned on Sept 3rd. One man’s blog documents the strange evening he spent taking the last bus from Victoria to the depot. It made me feel quite melancholy.
Bendy buses just won’t be the same…
Why is it that the idiom “… not dissimilar to …” is commonly used, despite being a double negative?