Boom
The Blog: now with more blast, less radiation.
First off, a big “WHERE’S THE BOMB, DAMNIT?!” to Fox for renewing Kiefer Sutherland for another three seasons of severely irate, world-saving ’24’ goodness. If only our federal government truly were actually filled with pill popping, borderline-psychopathic federal agents with interests in smooth jazz and kneecapping anyone who looks at them funny. But no, alas, all our Homeland Security people are allegedly using the time they were supposed to be spending, well, actually protecting our borders to seduce 14-year-olds in Tampa.
That’s okay, though, because our Whackjob-in-Chief over in the White House is allegedly considering the use of tactical nuclear weapons against Iran in a bid to stop their nascent bomb program from taking off, at least according to the upcoming Seymour Hersh article in this week’s New Yorker. Never mind that a successful military strike against the 22-35 hard targets that represent the totality of Iran’s program would be virtually impossible, and never mind that such a move would unleash a tide of international condemnation that would overrun any last vestige of respect our nation has on the international stage – Bush just wants to see stuff done blown up good.
‘Pilgrimage’ is finished, at least until we get input from People In a Position to Do Something on the West Coast. M. and I are prepping ‘Aisle 13’ to move past the outline stage into actual script-writing. ‘Q.’ is up to 15,000 words. I thought I had another three weeks to finish personal projects before the propaganda mag made the shift from monthly to daily, but instead they decided to roll the latter out this afternoon, with me as photo editor in addition to writer. In sum: this week is pretty much guaranteed to be Chinese takeout-filled.
First off, a big “WHERE’S THE BOMB, DAMNIT?!” to Fox for renewing Kiefer Sutherland for another three seasons of severely irate, world-saving ’24’ goodness. If only our federal government truly were actually filled with pill popping, borderline-psychopathic federal agents with interests in smooth jazz and kneecapping anyone who looks at them funny. But no, alas, all our Homeland Security people are allegedly using the time they were supposed to be spending, well, actually protecting our borders to seduce 14-year-olds in Tampa.
That’s okay, though, because our Whackjob-in-Chief over in the White House is allegedly considering the use of tactical nuclear weapons against Iran in a bid to stop their nascent bomb program from taking off, at least according to the upcoming Seymour Hersh article in this week’s New Yorker. Never mind that a successful military strike against the 22-35 hard targets that represent the totality of Iran’s program would be virtually impossible, and never mind that such a move would unleash a tide of international condemnation that would overrun any last vestige of respect our nation has on the international stage – Bush just wants to see stuff done blown up good.
‘Pilgrimage’ is finished, at least until we get input from People In a Position to Do Something on the West Coast. M. and I are prepping ‘Aisle 13’ to move past the outline stage into actual script-writing. ‘Q.’ is up to 15,000 words. I thought I had another three weeks to finish personal projects before the propaganda mag made the shift from monthly to daily, but instead they decided to roll the latter out this afternoon, with me as photo editor in addition to writer. In sum: this week is pretty much guaranteed to be Chinese takeout-filled.
posted by NiK @ 5:09 PM
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