July 14, 2006

Maybe Val is doing like a Sydney Bristow thing?

Remember on Alias when Syd got accused of botching a mission and was going to be demoted, so she resigned, but that was just her cover for joining an even more secret CIA division? Come on, where better to hide than in (get ready for it) Plame sight? If she's splashed all over the news, she's the last one Sloane will be expecting to steal the Rambaldi artifact from the hidden base under the nightclub in Prague. It's really brilliant when you don't think about it.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 02:24 PM

Hey, does anybody have pictures of Joey & Val at YearlyKos?

Just wondering, no reason.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 10:50 AM

July 13, 2006

Restore Hilarity

Here's a little ditty press release 'bout Joey & Val (emphasis mine):

Former CIA agent Valerie Plame Wilson and her husband, former Ambassador Joseph Wilson, filed suit in federal court today against Vice President Dick Cheney, his former Chief of Staff I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby, top Presidential advisor Karl Rove and other unnamed senior White House officials, for their role in the public disclosure of Valerie Wilson's classified CIA status...

The Complaint specifies that each of the Wilsons has been deprived of their First and Fifth Amendment rights; each has suffered a gross invasion of their privacy; each has been impaired in pursuing professional opportunities; and that they fear for their safety and the safety of their children as a result of the wrongful public disclosures.


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Posted by Jim Treacher at 08:08 PM

July 11, 2006

I think the Internet needs a nap

Nobody's comments are working, my blog is messed up... I think the Internet is just tired. If we all left it alone for like 45 minutes, I'll bet it'd be right back to normal. Okay, everybody just log off for an hour or so. Kos kids, Lieberman's not going to pull anything over on you in the next hour. Reynolds, go smell a flower or pet a dog or something. BoingBoing creeps, do whatever it is you do when you're not posting 20 times a day, I don't even want to know about it.

[clapping hands like that one gym teacher, remember him?] Let's go, people, beauty rest time for the Web!

Posted by Jim Treacher at 03:09 PM

This thing is all messed up

Anybody know how to fix a broken blog?

Posted by Jim Treacher at 01:33 PM

Posting something just to post something is really lame

So this poor, neglected old blog is almost at 1 million unique visits. I'm not sure what that means, but hey, it's the only million I'll ever see. LOL! :) :) I feel kind of like that handicapped woman who enters all those marathons and does her darndest to come in last. Only she's not quite as awash in self-pity.

I don't know what's going on with the sidebar. It comes and goes.

Well, thanks for checking in. I blog over here quite a bit. Swing on by. If you want, no big deal.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 04:55 AM

July 08, 2006

What rhymes with "whackjob"?

Deb Frisch is a University of Arizona psychology professor who's been making a real name for herself lately by threatening to kill the children of people whose political views she doesn't like. But what's being missed in all the furor over her unorthodox debate tactics is that she's an expert in yet another field... poetry! Here's a quick sample (asterisks in the original):

George Bush is a piece of sh**
Cuntasleeza’s an ephed up twit.
Cheney’s just a fat old a**
Whores and pimps for the upper class!

Brilliant! Cheer up, Deb: No matter what happens to your career, there's always the English Department.

Update: The plot thickens. When you hit bottom, what's another shovelful or three?

Update 2: Goldstein's back from the 2 simultaneous DoS attacks that happened, oddly enough, right after he brought this lovely woman's words to light.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 11:30 AM

July 05, 2006

How about a rolling oxygen strike? 24 hours each?

If somebody told you that a bunch of big-time Hollywood stars were planning something called a "rolling hunger strike," you'd probably be all like, "I'll bet it's Susan Sarandon and Sean Penn and those idiots, right?" Wouldn't you, fascist???

Well, okay, fine, you're right.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 01:36 PM

Lay Down

Posted by Jim Treacher at 07:54 AM

July 03, 2006

My dumb thoughts about Superman Returns

Here. One thing I forgot to mention is that Sam Huntington kicks Marc McClure's ass all over Metropolis. (You actually want him to have more screen time, as opposed to none.) But I'm telling you right here, aren't I? It'll be our little secret.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 03:09 PM

July 01, 2006

Overtaken by events

Here's something I was getting ready to post as an over-the-top goof, in response to the following from Dana Milbank's "The Zeitgeist Checklist" in today's Slate (emphasis mine):

Homeland security: It's open season (again) on the press, with Dick Cheney leading the firing squad and Rep. Peter King, R-N.Y., accusing the New York Times of treason for publishing information about how the Society for Worldwide Interbank Financial Communication is helping to track terrorist finances. Never mind that much of the information had already been in the public domain—it's good politics to blame the media.
Hey Dana, I'll bet you'd like it if the NY and LA Times did a story containing your address, the hours you're not home, your security code, etc. With the headline:

Dana Milbank Sure Does Have a Nice Home Entertainment Center

Why not? Come on, much of that information is already in the public domain.

But that would be ridiculous, right? No credible newspaper would really do something so irresponsible. I was making a joke.

Whoops.

P.S. "Hey, why is Malkin talking about this? She did the same thing!" No she didn't. She posted information from a press release. A press release. In case you don't know what words mean, a press release is a statement released to the press. It is not private information, by definition.

P.P.S. To everybody who's saying the NYT is trying to lead assassins to Cheney and Rumsfeld's cribs, I prescribe the following two-part remedy: 1) Breathe into a paper bag until your head clears; 2) Write the following phrase 100 times on the blackboard: "Never ascribe to malice what can be explained by incompetence." Think Inspector Clouseau, not Hannibal Lecter.

P.P.P.S. Not that anybody ever listens to me, but publishing the addresses and phone numbers of journalists is a really bad idea. Their work contact info is fair game, sure, but private information should be off-limits. That's what this is about.

Posted by Jim Treacher at 01:47 PM