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Bush jokes about weapons of mass destruction. Apparently Bush appeared at the annual Radio and Television Correspondents Dinner and joked about the fact that he has failed to find any evidence of Weapons of Mass Destruction. I think the writer draws a valid comparison: "The problem is not that someone told a joke about WMD. It's that as the chief purveyor of the WMD falsehood, which resulted in the deaths of hundreds of Americans and thousands of Iraqis, it is beyond bad taste for George W. Bush to joke about WMD. It's the difference between a comedian making a joke about O.J. Simpson looking for Nicole Brown Simpson's "real killer," and O.J. Simpson making the same joke."
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eor I would be in bed by now. I've been reading Diary of a Mountie again. And yes, THIS time the link goes to the beginning of the story, for any of you who are silly like me and adore serialized adventure stories.:) And after you finish up the first few installments, then you go to sgt_preston and find the rest.
At work Preacher went into another of his ... well, you can't call them diatribes or rants, because he does them so sincerely and politely and kindly. Um. Sermons? Yes, sounds good - Preacher went into a sermon about loving the sinner but hating the sin around homosexual behavior. Which he apparently ranks up there around the same level as the sin of littering. :) His point was that he thinks some churchs carry things way too far when they fight against homosexuality because if the gays can't be part of the church community they can't be there to be saved and use the community to lead themselves back out of their sinful lifestyle. Anyway, he knows I don't agree with him, but I sat and nodded and smiled and said things like, "you're entitled to your opinion." And later when I'd gone to do an online training thing he came to find me and whispered (so as not to bother the other people who were training), "thank you for letting me express myself." I was quite touched, and said, "Certainly!" I felt like patting him on the cheek. He is a dear boy, even if he is The Adversary.;) (The training I happened to be doing used the phrase "the adversary" quite often, which amused me by sounding so Good Omens-esque.)
Edited: I forgot to mention! Before Preacher went into that sermon I'd explained to him the game of finding likely slash pairings in books/movies/tv shows, and he had a GREAT time with that. It came about because I was explaining to him the Red Dwarf/M*A*S*H* crossover of Doom and he said he just couldn't see Hawkeye/Frank, "Not because I don't approve of such relationships but because the characters! No! It just doesn't work! Not like Kirk/Spock, now that seems a natural." And then he came up with Kirk/Khan and I was like, "Eep! I can see that, but it'd be viscious."
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eor I would be in bed by now. I've been reading Diary of a Mountie again. And yes, THIS time the link goes to the beginning of the story, for any of you who are silly like me and adore serialized adventure stories.:) And after you finish up the first few installments, then you go to sgt_preston and find the rest. At work Preacher went into another of his ... well, you can't call them diatribes or rants, because he does them so sincerely and politely and kindly. Um. Sermons? Yes, sounds good - Preacher went into a sermon about loving the sinner but hating the sin around homosexual behavior. Which he apparently ranks up there around the same level as the sin of littering. :) His point was that he thinks some churchs carry things way too far when they fight against homosexuality because if the gays can't be part of the church community they can't be there to be saved and use the community to lead themselves back out of their sinful lifestyle. Anyway, he knows I don't agree with him, but I sat and nodded and smiled and said things like, "you're entitled to your opinion." And later when I'd gone to do an online training thing he came to find me and whispered (so as not to bother the other people who were training), "thank you for letting me express myself." I was quite touched, and said, "Certainly!" I felt like patting him on the cheek. He is a dear boy, even if he is The Adversary.;) (The training I happened to be doing used the phrase "the adversary" quite often, which amused me by sounding so Good Omens-esque.)
Edited: I forgot to mention! Before Preacher went into that sermon I'd explained to him the game of finding likely slash pairings in books/movies/tv shows, and he had a GREAT time with that. It came about because I was explaining to him the Red Dwarf/M*A*S*H* crossover of Doom and he said he just couldn't see Hawkeye/Frank, "Not because I don't approve of such relationships but because the characters! No! It just doesn't work! Not like Kirk/Spock, now that seems a natural." And then he came up with Kirk/Khan and I was like, "Eep! I can see that, but it'd be viscious."
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Eeee! A fan, a fan!
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Also, I guess it's probably the GM's invention, so you can tell him/her so - I did think J. Alfred Prufrock with the turned up white pants and the peach were very neat touches. And I was all curious when they started discussing if they would go to Oz or Maine, because I live in Maine.;) (I have only got to the entry where they've just decided to go to Oz and J. showed up with the magic carpet for them.)
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Heh. That almost had to be slow- that time occurred between game sessions. We returned from Glasgow and gave our report and such, but the next time we the players managed to get together,
It's cute that he's got all these fans and doesn't know why, because he's just doing his job.
Yeah. He could understand it if Constable Deadman were a transplanted Canadian- it'd be a bit weird if someone from the eastern provinces recognised him on sight, but he'd be able to deal with it a little better. At least it's the same country. England, though? That bobby caught him flat-footed. And Mr. Otani was even more of a shock. (Otani, for the record, is real- he and Yukio Tani were among the founding fathers of jiu-jitsu in England. I went looking for any info I could find on the web about jiu-jitsu schools that would've been operating in 1936. Mr. Otani seemed like the best bet.)
What the Sergeant doesn't know is that during character generation, each of our characters was assigned a Legend score by the GM, reflecting their reputation (for good or ill) and just how widely they were known. The scale was 1 to 10, with 10 being something like 'more famous than Jesus'. (In really tight situations it would be possible for us to roll our Legend score as dice- i.e., 'this situation is no match for the mighty brain of Doc Savage!'. If we succeeded, we'd get a resolution to the problem, but our enemies would take notice and come looking to smoosh us.) I was expecting something relatively high within Canadian national boundaries but rather low or restricted to law enforcement/ gold prospecting communities anywhere else.
Also, I guess it's probably the GM's invention, so you can tell him/her so - I did think J. Alfred Prufrock with the turned up white pants and the peach were very neat touches.
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(I have only got to the entry where they've just decided to go to Oz and J. showed up with the magic carpet for them.)
Miss Poppins' player,
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I would take umbrage if that weren't a very true statement. So instead I'll just glower and remind you that you threw your hat at me during the game when it suddenly came clear that you were dealing with Prufrock Shipping and their big ol' basket o' mermaids.
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(cool icon, BTW)