February 23rd, 2007

the mark

My name...is OBAMA!

Doesn't this line from Peggy Noonan's column yesterday just cry out for a Photoshop of that scene from The Matrix where agent Smith stares angrily from an eye whose protective sunglass lens has just been shattered?
If only for a moment, less inevitable.
(Ed Driscoll)
Don't let me down, internets!

Semi-related: I hope whoever's playing Stephen Colbert socked away plenty of his salary for a rainy day, because the real thing just showed up and evidently ate his lunch. I didn't see it, of course, but everything I'd heard about it was pretty negative. The Nielsens were apparently very good - 1.4 million total viewers, compared to Colbert's 1.2 million and The Daily Show's 1.5 - and once the show goes into a regular rotation where they can do some topical humor the numbers should get even better.
(Ed Driscoll)

Wandering further afield, but still dealing with the tube, Spook86 gives another example of the reason I gave up watching 60 Minutes long before I gave up television. Short version: lies, damned lies, and "fake but accurate". Spook also gives a refresher on the "Petition for Redress" astroturf movement that purports to be this generation's VVAW.
Boss Coffee

Foregone socializing

I got invited at lunch to go hang out in one of the local watering holes with some former co-workers, but since the person who invited me said she'd drop me an e-mail before she left and hasn't, I think I'll give it a miss and head on home. I need to pick up some stuff at the Wal-Mart anyway, like a fresh supply of Actos and some miscellaneous grocery items, and will probably do dinner at the McDonald's there. Or not. We'll see. There's a lot on my plate already over the next couple of days, and I have a strong urge to just go home and hunker down.

Besides, it's the feast day of St. Polycarp. This would seem to indicate that many fish must be consumed on this day when the Law of the Fish must be observed most rigorously.