I want a short position on Yasser Arafat.

I wonder who came up with this. I’m imagining some Ayn Rand-infected junior official, full of ideological purity and faith in The Markets, deciding to solve EVERYTHING this week the economic way.

I had this concept for a combination milk bar and theatre. You could watch classic plays while enjoying ice cream, shakes, chocolate milk, etc.

The twist is that it would all be Middle Eastern themed and the milk would be camel milk, which is exotic and hard to find and therefore would be trendy.

I want to call it the Drama Dairy.

Hoagies of terror!

This reminds me of the I.T. guys at corporate offices, who reject anything that looks like work with the security excuse.

Al-Qaeda’s secret pocket sandwich weapon won’t make it into the Eagles Stadium, though, Thank God!

DIVORCE, PUNY HUMANS

I had guilt and worthlessness nightmares about my family all night, interspersed with my work pager beeping to announce that A Major News Syndicate had once again failed to provide their feed. In the morning I got actual family guilt and worthlessness experiences and more pages. My brother and nephew just arrived for a week. I foresee lots of long drives to nowhere and a bit of late night drinking to avoid myself for the next few days. Ain’t life grand?

Hi, I’m drifting in the Sargasso again. Pass the tequila down my way.

Tech TV supervixen makes amusing photoshop error

Warning: boobies. NSFW.

Also: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Courtesy MetaFilter.

May your house be live on CNN!

Courtesy Elenor.

Another misanthropic musing has arrived at my MT blog.

Just a few of them. The ones marked “not amused” are from the magic moment when the skeletal, Cher-like bellydancer was undulating at us trying to get us to buy a dance.

I should emphasize that the dinner was great. I always like to document the ouchy parts though.

http://iggy.fringehead.org/album/marrakesh/