The Long War: Laurie Lee and Alan Rickman

Here is everyone’s favorite velvet-throated thespian Alan Rickman, reading Laurie Lee’s poem The Long War for Peace Day, which was, apparently, September 21st. I wish they’d tell me these things ahead of time.

The Long War is a title which has been applied to any number of seemingly-endless conflicts, most recently used by the Bush administration to describe their “War on Terror” which has been the excuse for the continuing encroachments on civil liberties both within the US and around the world.

From The Long War by William S. Lind:

Long wars are usually strategic disasters for winners as well as losers, because they leave all parties exhausted. If they work to anyone’s advantage, it tends to be the weaker party’s, because its alternative is rapid defeat. The Rumsfeld Pentagon certainly does not see the United States as the weaker party in its “Global War on Terrorism.” So why has it adopted a long war strategy, or more accurately lack of strategy, unless one sees national exhaustion as a plus?

The answer is a common strategic blunder, but again one that is seldom seen up front; it normally arises as a war continues longer and proves more difficult than expected. The blunder is maximalist objectives. In a speech announcing the QDR, Secretary Rumsfeld said, speaking of our Fourth Generation opponents,

“Compelled by a militant ideology that celebrates murder and suicide, with no territory to defend, with little to lose, they will either succeed in changing our way of life or we will succeed in changing theirs.”

Guess which one won.

The Long War
by Laurie Lee

Less passionate the long war throws
its burning thorn about all men,
caught in one grief, we share one wound,
and cry one dialect of pain.

We have forgot who fired the house
Whose easy mischief spilled first blood
Under one raging roof we lie
The fault no longer understood
But as our twisted arms embrace the desert where our cities stood
Death’s family likeness in each face must show at last our brotherhood.

Slimeballs!

cross-posted from TeenyManolo, with a bit of editing

Everything old is goo again!

(I had to; it was there)

Yes, GenX’s favorite toy (besides Pong, that is) is celebrating its thirtieth birthday this year. As with everything and everyone who turns that undeniably-adult age, its tastes have changed over time to something more…sophisticated?

Say hello to Love Slime, Hot Slime, Relax Slime (?) and Elegance Slime (????).

Adult slime

From TrendsInJapan via Gizmodo.

Note that the company says these fragrances are “scented to appeal to adult sensitivities” rather than scented to enhance adult activities. Like that is going to stop anyone.

Speaking of which, it appears that Mrs. Bill Murray is tired of being slimed and has filed for divorce. I guess she has no tolerance for middle-aged ennui and reinvention of self? Or she could have just asked him to wear a condom.

In related news, here’s a story about some of my colourful relatives. Expect The Sister to pop up any second to deny it…

At my cousin’s wedding they had little pots of slime at the place settings. I kid you not. In the wedding colours, too. It was floral-scented. All my now-grown and dapperly be-suited cousins spent the entire wedding dinner sticking their thumbs in the little pots to make farting noises. And people wonder why I live at the other end of the country.

What Will We Do Tonight, raincoaster?

puppies

Chihuahuas are creepy. Chihuahuas in turtleneck sweaters can be up to no good. Watch your ankles!

Weezer: Pork and Beans and Posts and WordPress.com

I know three point two million people have already seen it, but I can think of nothing more appropriate with which to celebrate my glorious return to the internets! Yes, finally the Write Post page takes less than five minutes to come up, and it appears that I may even be able to post pictures, although not via the super-snazzy flash uploader. I note with terror that Photobucket and Flickr are also debuting flash uploaders, potentially cutting off my only working workarounds…dear god, if I developed these workarounds and held them for ransom I could actually make a decent living. Although Automattic’s footsoldiers might put me on their to-do list.

Should I be proud or mortified that I identified more of these than Valleywag did?

Beaver Shots: Harrison Ford loves old Canadian Beaver

Our serial killers are prettier

It’s true, and who can blame him?

Grizzled heartthrob of the Pacemaker set Harrison Ford has admitted in an interview with David Letterman that there is nothing he likes better than grabbing the stick, taking control of his favorite Canadian Beaver (vintage ’59) and heading into the bush. He likes it in the rough.

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