Alas Exile

Happy Belated Birthday, KT!

fiercerabbit — Fri, 04 May 2007 00:00:36 GMT

Hugh Laurie as Shakespeare:

(Because you're obsessed like that? :p)

I think I might leave Catholicism.

fiercerabbit — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:54:08 GMT

Because, frankly, the upper level of my Church is becoming increasingly ****ed up, excuse my French. Oh, the local churches have been very nice to me. I like them. Father Bucki has earned hugs. But some what I like about the Church I've been raised with and grown into, namely liberation theology, the way Mom and my catachism teachers encouraged me to think about doubts rather than yelling at me for them, et cetera, are actively frowned upon by the Vatican. The problem is that I think the Catholicism I was raised into is not the Catholicism of the world church. I was raised to believe I was as spiritually qualified to interpret the bible as a priest (within reason, of course. I don't have a degree in theology), and certainly was not raised to believe the vast majority of God's creation is damned. My God is a loving one; my father wouldn't lock me in the basement for years and years if I talked back, why would He? Would God give us free will if he wanted us to be slaves to dogma? Are we going to deny the documented fact that the Bible has changed through the centuries? That sometimes Constantine just decided to Make Crap Up? And--and--and--

And then the Vatican comes out with this sort of statement. Every time I think I'm okay with the way things are going Benny and Friends say something else to make me angry.

I think I'm at an age when Mom won't be entirely pissed at me for leaving the Church, or at least spending a bit of time sitting at a different table during this party. I mean, my sister's been confirmed and will be able to be my little brother's sponsor. Maybe I'll be yelled at for hypocracy, but what the hell was I supposed to say when Mom asked me to help get Sammi get confirmed? "Gee, I really do like the church, but transubstantiation is kinda... eh." Not that transubstantiation bugs me at all, and you'll never see me in an argument over it or not going to church with my parents because of it. I can't say it's not true, but I'm just not exactly sure about it. Fundamentally I was my sister's sponsor for my family's odd form of catholicism, not Benedict's. I'm far, far, far from an atheist.

But staying in a church that I fundamentally disagree with on certain issues because I don't want to bug Mom is nuts. THEY ONLY NOW STOPPED SAYING UNBAPTISED BABIES GO TO LIMBO, GOSHDARNIT.

And they won't let me be a priest. Not that I'd want to, but being automatically barred bugs the hell out of me. Am I not as good? I've been thinking of going to the local Unitarian Universalist church, of all things. But they call a baptism a "dedication ceremony," which while okay, sounds like they're naming a new municipal skating rink rather than a baby. From the outside it seems like a sect built around not being built around something, but I think I might fit best someplace like it. Or the Quakers, but I'm not a pacifist.

Arg. Frankly I don't think there's anywhere I fit in, and I'm not exactly a religious radical. Maybe I'll go be a Shaker, Mom. I'll make some new stools for the kitchen to make up for it.

Hugh Laurie / Dawn French Monster Movie Theatre

fiercerabbit — Thu, 29 Mar 2007 07:09:58 GMT

It's called "Experiment IV" by Kate Bush, best female pop singer ever.

Oh, we got trouble. Right here in Alex City.

fiercerabbit — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 06:39:28 GMT

That's a capital T that rhymes with D and that stands for Drama. But it's more disturbing than damaging, and by disturbing I mean it makes me think; I'm just trying to figure something out. It's also completely self-contained (Look! I'm an emotional terrarium!). So if I look unusually pensive or frowny don't worry too much about me, I'm just kinda wrestling with something. And if you were in my boxing class you'd have seen how awful I am at fighting, so naturally this has taken awhile. I won't trouble my friends list with anything more than that for now.

God, I hate drama. But at least drama with other people leads to gossip, which I love (but don't pass on; it's like my selfish aversion to seeding torrents). But at least I'm not talking to myself yet. XD

As part of my absolute refusal to be Emo (I WILL NOT BE DRUM MAJOR OF THE BLACK PARADE DAMMIT) I will share a wonderful thing with you.

It is called Eurovision. Take American Idol. Inflate it. Every European country (and Israel?!) has a nationwide contest for best song. Then, they all compete against each other in an international competition, voted for by viewers.

This is Ireland's entry. Don't ask me why they decided on what appears to be a children's song celebrating the EU; bodhrans and pennywhistles just make me happy, dammit

This is Denmark's entry. I officially want to move to Denmark; any nation who will vote for THIS above all others is the funnest place on earth.

This, though, is my absolute favorite. It's called L'amour A La Française by Les Fatals Picards. It's a bunch of guys singing in pidgeon French with a fake English accent. The French are mean. This makes them fun.

Et je cours, je cours, je cours
I've lost l'amour, l'amour, l'amour
Je suis perdu, here without you
And I'm crazy, seul à Paris
Je, tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Et sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Champs-Élysées, alone, la nuit
Le Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty

:D

Weird Finds

fiercerabbit — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 18:35:31 GMT

I was on a Duke archive site looking for temperance-themed sheet music. Yeah, I know. It's for my history honors paper on the temperance movement. And don't worry, I did my work. I found the lovely scanned sheet music for I Never Knew I Had A Wonderful Wife (Until The Town Went Dry). I bet it's catchy.

I also found Down in the Everglade, a delightful romantic tune by someone who has obviously never been to Florida (the Everglades are not known for ambiance so much as alligator attacks).

.
Anyway, what do I find as the splash image on the first page of the website, before I've even searched for anything, but this song.

I sang that at my preschool graduation (shut up, the cowboy hat was cute). I've always thought that it was made up for a children's CD, but apparently it was published in 1909 and performed by Anna Held in "Miss Innocence."

And the actual lyrics are odder than I'd thought they would be. We only did the chorus, after all.

In retrospect I shouldn't be weirded out; it SOUNDS like a song from that era when I think about it now. But something about seeing the cover with some turn of the century woman obviously wearing a corset under her frontier outfit is just strange. Not that I won't print it out somehow and put it on my desk.

It's odd enough that the one lullaby-ish song I can still remember from when I was little was covered by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

I'm beginning to think my family is a little odd.

Today's teen is a pants person.

fiercerabbit — Sun, 11 Feb 2007 18:11:11 GMT

Yes, even you, Tiny #3, can enjoy the magic that is Pants
Seriously, what the hell kind of graphic design is that? "We're out of room. I know! A TINY PERSON POSING NONCHALANTLY NEXT TO SUSAN'S FOOT."

In Chubby Girls' Sizes? Oh, thank you! I bet those pants would look wonderful on me!

"..."

I am not sure whether this is pathetic or awesome.

fiercerabbit — Sat, 10 Feb 2007 17:17:02 GMT

Don't worry, there's no sports content.

"Go boldly forth and beat the Buckeyes!"

The nerdiest garment ever.

fiercerabbit — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 15:52:21 GMT

I present:

The Starfleet Academy hockey jersey.

From the Random Logline Generator

fiercerabbit — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 18:13:21 GMT

A logline is a "'25 words or less' description of a screenplay," according to playwriting101.com

From the Random Logline Generator:

The Hindu god Vishnu command(s) a fleet of starships against a horde of insectoid aliens set to an all-star 80s soundtrack featuring Air Supply, Journey, and Survivor.

A cop who doesn't play by the rules tries (try) to lose their virginity while juggling work, parenthood, and finding personal fulfillment.

A macho NFL quarterback travel(s) through time in order to pay off a gambling debt.

Three naughty nurses become(s) immersed in hip-hop culture in the feel-good comedy of the year.

A single mom fight(s) crime in the inspiring story loosely adapted from the Bible.

A bumbling nerd befriend(s) the creatures of the forest shown in spectacular 3-D IMAX.

The Muppets raise(s) a baby in this heartwarming animated adventure. (I would pay to see this one)

A group of orthodox rabbis take(s) on an army of evil ninjas deep in the Compton ghetto. (For this I would pay more).

America's founding fathers struggle(s) to get off heroin in this heartwarming animated adventure.

Adolf Hitler travel(s) through time with a mischievous orangutan. (My weight in gold for this. And I am heavy.)

A grumpy midget help(s) children learn to read in a rousing adaptation of the Broadway musical.

A flamboyantly gay hairdresser rise(s) from the grave to save the local synagogue.

Share what you get!

Actually, I lied.

fiercerabbit — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 17:59:39 GMT

THIS is the greatest music video ever made.

Phtew--I SPIT upon the Stooges.

HUGH LAURIE JOHN MALCOVICH KABUKI THEATER

fiercerabbit — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 14:57:50 GMT

BEST VIDEO EVER

Funny pic I found.

fiercerabbit — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 04:00:20 GMT

She's 21, she's moderately attractive and she's mine...

fiercerabbit — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:00:08 GMT

So my birthday was Sunday! Set alongside most 21st birthdays I suppose it'd be deemed boring (i.e. no vomit, making out with girls, or black spots in memory) but I liked it anyway. A bunch of us went out to see The Prestige, which I had thought would be a mildly interesting period piece involving magic and HUGH JACKMAN but ended up as the BEST DRAMA I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR.

Seriously. This movie has:
1. HUGH JACKMAN
2. Christian Bale, who is supposedly considered cuter by the infidel.
3. Michael "I make even this Christmas musical involving Muppets bad ass" Caine
4. David Bowie as Nicola Tesla (seriously, it works)
5. That Guy Who Plays The Doctor On Deadwood without comical facial hair, which makes him look weirder.
6. Best plot ever (smack anyone who discusses the plot in your presence)

And then my roommates gave me cake, which was both yummy and unexpected. Also I spent too much on fish and chips, but MacDonaugh's on Quay Street is worth it once a week. Saturday night Shannon and Rachel V. went out with me and bought me drinks, which was great. Something odd happened, though.

Shannon went up and told the DJ at Hole in the Wall (The dive we are inexplicably drawn to every time we go out) that it was my birthday. So he announces that "It's Alex from the States' 21st birthday!" which was great. However. Do you know what song played immediately after that? What lovely track the crowd preceded to dance to entirely without irony?

Numa. Fecking. Numa. Watch this if you don't know what I'm talking about.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60og9gwKh1o

I'm contemplating popping into Bar 903 (it's a snazzy pub next to Cuba, a really good night club) briefly for one drink (fair admission, I'd say) and the big band at 9:30, but technically I should be working on my midterms.

Bah. Like that's going to get done tonight.

Bah. I should start saying that out loud.

And now a new segment I'd like to call Horrors At Dunnes, which is your friendly neighborhood grocery store attached to the department store in the Eyre Square shopping centre.

Cue theme song.

Starring Alexandra "Still Desperately in Need of a Bobby Pin" Marie.

Now, at first look this seems pretty normal. I mean, it's odd to brand lunch meat with cartoon characters, but how bad can a boloney-esque substance be? Whatever it takes to get Irish kids their protein, I guess.

Wait for it.

No. NO NO NO. Ireland should NOT rival Japan in this respect.

fiercerabbit — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 16:57:28 GMT

So I think I've turned into "That Girl." No, not the plucky girl reporter who spins around with a hat, I mean the girl who's throwing herself on the dating scene in a series of Quixotic attempts. Think Sex and the City without all those fun lurid details. In fact, just strike the lurid all together. It's Alex in the City.

Good grief. People who act skanky have tons of fun. I'm just looking for a cuddly movie date, for crissakes. Some cute guy I can talk to and go to movies with. Heck, I even always insist on going dutch. I'm the ultimate low maitenance girlfriend here, and I wish some guy would take note of that. I had a conversation with a rather cute guy last night (I bought him ice cream in return for his buying me tea earlier) about Bitchy Girls and the necessity of avoiding them. I mentioned a certain summer roommate with a downtrodden boyfriend who I still refrain from naming despite her overall pigheadedness as a good example of what I think is shitty. I think I was subconciously trying to drop hints. The problem with my flirting technique is it's exactly the same as my "let's make friends" mode. I.E. I only flirt with guys I'd hang out with anyway. Which is complicated, because then they don't catch on, and let's just say someone who looks like me letting a guy know he's attractive in no uncertain terms is only a recipe for awkwardness; especially when the kind of guy I'm attracted to is the kind of guy inclined to be nice to the unattractive. But it also allows me to get friendships from guys I've no chance in hell with in other contexts, so I guess it's a good thing. Speaking of guys, the cute redhead I've been sitting in this bar for two hours hoping to run into is apparently in the loft, probably (hopefully) didn't see me, and I haven't the guts to go up and say hi in front of his friends. If he was alone, I probably could. I hate not having a spine, but I guess I'm going to be alone until I figure out how to hold someone's attention. I'll pencil a wedding in around my fortieth birthday--you know, when I get tenure and can attract men with my intellectual authority :). The silver lining is I'm not one of those girls a guy just paws and leaves, so on those rare occasions that someone is actually interested I know it's for my brain.

Cute redheads and social impotence. Good grief, all I need is a beagle.

Anyway, Galway is great. In fact, it's so great that I'd rather not gush. It's odd, but after awhile cobblestones and old buildings become... normal. I'm living on a steady diet of curry, sandwiches and hot chocolate, so I've no complaints there. I'm also going on a trip to Barcelona with Art Society in November, so that's going to be fun. I'll miss a little class but it's well worth it. My favorite thing to do here is walk out by the Prom, a long walkway by the bay. There's wind and waves and dogs.

A funny thing about Ireland. They like their dogs, and I think their dogs are cuter, probably due to some preference for the more attractive breeds.

I'll sign off now; it's probably not a good thing to be tied to my laptop even in a pub. I'll post again soon. Good news: I can download Lost and Battlestar Galactica off ITunes! So no missing out on nerdy obsessions overseas.

fiercerabbit — Fri, 22 Sep 2006 17:14:40 GMT

So yesterday I walked home from the NUI Galway campus. Which is pretty average, considering my foot-based transportation scheme.

However, yesterday was more or less a GREAT DELUGE. As in, when I finally managed to stagger up the steps of our lovely house by the bay, it looked like my pants had taken a shower and dragged me in with them. Picture Wallace and Gromit and you've got it, more or less.

Well, today I didn't get up to much. Being sick, I didn't wake up until 11 (though, let's face it, staying up until 2 couldn't have helped). I dragged myself out of bed and went grocery shopping, balked at the exchange rate but paid anyway. Then I came back to campus for lunch and internet, got into a long drawn-out conversation with Gwen the Archeology Major about our respective colleges, books, Quakers and knitting (we are JUST THAT HARDCORE) before I came back up here, for... more internet.

I think I need to find better things to do outside of class. I'm heading to a protest in Dublin tomorrow, though. Mom seems to think there's a good chance Martin Sheen might hop on the bus with us, and I curse her soundly for getting my hopes up.

Here is a funny picture of a cat.

Obligatory September 11th Post

fiercerabbit — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 13:45:56 GMT

--Because for some reason I've got Galway related writer's block.

Where were you when the Twin Towers fell? That's supposed to be some iconic question for people in my generation, our Kennedy assassination moment. To tell you the gods' honest truth the World Trade Center was never very high on my list of landmarks. If you mentioned "the Towers" (did anyone outside New York refer to them as such, anyway?) I'd probably just correct your Lord of the Rings terminology. They're the Two Towers, silly.

Do you want to know what I was doing when the Towers fell? I was working on algebra in sophomore math. As usual the boys had turned on the tv in search of sports and found the news coverage instead. I looked up, saw the hole in the building, figured it was some horrible private pilot accident (I hadn't processed the size of the buildings themselves) and went back to my bookwork.

Yes, it hit me soon after. Yes, I was as horrified as anyone there. But my little iconic moment surrounding that tragedy wasn't the attack itself. A couple days later I was sitting in my homeroom during study period, working on yet more algebra (perhaps there's some psycological reason for me hating math?) in a desk near the doorway. I happened to look up at the sea of students passing through the hall to my right at just the moment one guy in particular walked by, a large American flag on a pole over his shoulder. I suppose this in itself isn't so odd, considering the sudden upswing in patriotism that took many people. As his chest swelled with pride, he said, quite loudly:

"Fuck da' Ay-rabs."

This was greeted with scattered laughter throughout the hallway. I blinked, looked back to the homeroom teacher, an immigrant from Vietnam. She just shook her head, went back to writting equations.

Around that time my father was at a gas station when a bunch of kids my age (then) asked him if he knew Osama. My father's the assimilation posterboy, hell, he doesn't speak a word of Arabic that isn't vulgar, but anyone with eyes can tell where his family's from.

A couple weeks after that my family was walking down the street in a little lakeside town near Syracuse. You know, the kind that has overpriced houses and knick-knack shops. I made fun of a patriotic drawing someone had made on the back window of their car, because it looked silly and hey, I'm stream-of-conciousness like that. Dad snapped at me as if I'd done something awful. Am I not thinking, he asked? My father is one of the most confident people I have ever known. It takes a great deal to scare him. The threat of racism does that.

A couple years after that, our nation was frightened into a frankly rather silly war in the middle east by an political school that, while touting patriotism, democratic values and such, seems to read Macchiavelli more thoroughly than their Paine. They remember the pain of September 11th better than anyone; a blunt instrument like that hadn't fallen into their posession since Monica.

So on the fifth anniverary of 9/11, please stop obsessing over remembering the attacks. Because of course you're going to remember, you'd have to be either stupid or an absolute douche otherwise. No, I suggest you think long and hard about the aftermath. Compare our country on September 10th, 2001 to now. Go on youtube and watch old political convention footage. Watch the news more closely. Read the newspaper. Take a book out of the library about the rise of less-than-democratic regimes. And ask yourself whether a nation is better off wallowing in the past or getting worked up about the future. Frankly, I'm going to spend September 11th like I do most other days, politically. I'm going to be pissed off.

fiercerabbit — Wed, 02 Aug 2006 16:19:26 GMT

fiercerabbit — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 00:39:36 GMT

You must watch this.

fiercerabbit — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 20:46:27 GMT

The Single Greatest Street Act Ever.

Yay plagerism

fiercerabbit — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 03:06:51 GMT

Don't know where this came from, but it's funny as heck:

WW2 As Fought by Online Gamers

*Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.*
*Eisenhower has joined the game.*
*paTTon has joined the game.*
*Churchill has joined the game.*
*benny-tow has joined the game.*
*T0J0 has joined the game.*
*Roosevelt has joined the game.*
*Stalin has joined the game.*
*deGaulle has joined the game.*
Roosevelt: hey sup
T0J0: y0
Stalin: hi
Churchill: hi
Hitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!
paTTon: lol more like panzy tanks
T0JO: lol
Roosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!
benny-tow: haha america sux
Stalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?
Hitler[AoE]; sure whatever
Stalin: cool
deGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 help
Hitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchy
Roosevelt: i dont got **** to help, sry
Churchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking me
Roosevelt: get antiair guns
Churchill: i cant afford them
benny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?
paTTon: stfu
Roosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guys
deGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quick
Eisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an army
paTTon: yah hurry the fock up
Churchill: d00d im gettin pounded
deGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck
*deGaulle has left the game.*
Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?
benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?
benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?
Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAO
T0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 u
Roosevelt: wtf! thats bullsh1t u fags im gunna kick ur asses
T0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lol
Roosevelt: u little biotch ill get u
Hitler[AoE]: wtf
Hitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin army
Hitler[AoE]: thats bullsh1t u hacker
Churchill: lol no more france for u hitler
Hitler[AoE]: tojo help me!
T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retard
Hitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a path
Stalin: WTF u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCE
Hitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lol
benny-tow: haha
benny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1
T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands full
Hitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 help
Roosevelt: yah thats right ***** im comin for ya
Stalin: church help me
Churchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit here
Stalin: dont be an arss
Churchill: dont be a commie. oops too late
Eisenhower: LOL
benny-tow: hahahh oh sh1t help
Hitler: o man ur focked
paTTon: oh what now biotch
Roosevelt: whos the cripple now lol
*benny-tow has been eliminated.*
benny-tow: lame
Roosevelt: gj patton
paTTon: thnx
Hitler[AoE]: WTF eisenhower hax hes killing all my sh1t
Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my record
Eisenhower: Nuts!
benny~tow: wtf that mean?
Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slipped
paTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun cocksocker
Stalin: rofl
T0J0: HAHAHHAA
Hitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gay
Hitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city
*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*
benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourself
Eisenhower: ROFLOLOLOL
Stalin: OMG LMAO!
Hitler[AoE]: WTF i didnt click there omg this game blows
*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*
paTTon: hahahhah
T0J0: WTF my teammates are n00bs
benny~tow: shut up noob
Roosevelt: haha wut a moron
paTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?
Eisenhower: yah me too
T0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lololol
Eisenhower: fock u
paTTon: lemme go thru ur base commie
Stalin: go to hell lol
paTTon: fock this sh1t im goin afk
Eisenhower: yah this is gay
*Roosevelt has left the game.*
Hitler[AoE]: wtf?
Eisenhower: sh1t now we need some1 to join
*tru_m4n has joined the game.*
tru_m4n: hi all
T0J0: hey
Stalin: sup
Churchill: hi
tru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!
tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKES
Stalin: d00d gimmie some plz
tru_m4n: no way i only got like a couple
Stalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secrets
T0J0: wtf is nukes?
T0J0: holy ****holy****hoyl****!
*T0J0 has been eliminated.*
*The Allied team has won the game!*
Eisenhower: awesome!
Churchill: gg noobs no re
T0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck
*T0J0 has left the game.*
*Eisenhower has left the game.*
Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****
Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarss
tru_m4n: l8r all
benny~tow: bye
Churchill: l8r
Stalin: fock u all
tru_m4n: shut up commie lol
*tru_m4n has left the game.*
benny~tow: lololol u commie
Churchill: ROFL
Churchill: bye commie
*Churchill has left the game.*
*benny~tow has left the game.*
Stalin: i hate u all fags
*Stalin has left the game.*
paTTon: lol no1 is left
paTTon: weeeee i got a jeep
*paTTon has been eliminated.*
paTTon: o sh1t!
*paTTon has left the game.*

fiercerabbit — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 03:05:10 GMT

Transcript of a reconversation between Bush and Blair, from here.

Bush: Yo Blair How are you doing?

Blair: I'm just...
Bush: You're leaving?
Blair: No, no, no not yet. On this trade thingy...[inaudible]
Bush: yeah I told that to the man
Blair: Are you planning to say that here or not?
Bush: If you want me to
Blair: Well, it's just that if the discussion arises...
Bush: I just want some movement.
Blair: Yeah
Bush: Yesterday we didn't see much movement
Blair: No, no, it may be that it's not, it maybe that it's impossible
Bush: I am prepared to say it
Blair: But it's just I think what we need to be an opposition
Bush: Who is introducing the trade
Blair: Angela
Bush: Tell her to call 'em
Blair: Yes
Bush: Tell her to put him on them on the spot.Thanks for [inaudbible] it's awfully thoughtful of you
Blair: It's a pleasure
Bush: I know you picked it out yourself
Blair: Oh, absoultely, in fact [inaudble]
Bush: What about Kofi [inaudible] his attitude to ceasefire and everything else ... happens
Blair: Yeah, no I think the [inaudible] is really difficult. We can't stop this unless you get this international business agreed.
Bush: Yeah
Blair: I don't know what you guys have talked about but as I say I am perfectly happy to try and see what the lie of the land is but you need that done quickly because otherwise it will spiral
Bush: I think Condi is going to go pretty soon
Blair: But that's that's that's all that matters. But if you, you see it will take some time to get that together
Bush: Yeah, yeah
Blair: But at least it gives people...
Bush: It's a process, I agree. I told her your offer to...
Blair: Well...it's only if I mean... you know. If she's got a..., or if she needs the ground prepared as it were... Because obviously if she goes out, she's got to succeed, if it were, whereas I can go out and just talk
Bush: You see, the ... thing is what they need to do is to get Syria, to get Hezbollah to stop doing this shit and it's over
Blair: [inaudible]
Bush: [inadubile]
Blair: Syria
Bush: Why?
Blair: Because I think this is all part of the same thing
Bush: Yeah.
Blair: What does he think? He thinks if Lebanon turns out fine, if we get a solution in Israel and Palestine, Iraq goes in the right way...
Bush: Yeah, yeah, he is sweet
Blair: He is honey. And that's what the whole thing is about. It's the same with Iraq
Bush: I felt like telling Kofi to call, to get on the phone to Bashad [Bashir Assad](9a and make something happen
Blair: Yeah
Bush: [inaudible]
Blair:
Bush: We are not blaming the Lebanese government
Blair: Is this...? (at this point Blair taps the microphone in front of him and the sound is cut.)

Goddamnit, HOWSE!

fiercerabbit — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 20:13:21 GMT

M I RITE?

Buttsecks u l8r, bye.

(Yeah. KT is just about the only one who'll ever get this.)

So I'm liking this new toy.

fiercerabbit — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 21:55:36 GMT

Inside your friends lists are weeping, I know, I know.

The Most Intimidating Thing I've Ever Seen

fiercerabbit — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 21:50:16 GMT

No. Seriously. It made KT scream.

Journey- Separate Ways

fiercerabbit — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 21:46:05 GMT

The best video ever. Seriously. You will not giggle.