Thanks, Anchoress. I used to read Lileks every day, but lately haven't budgeted the time. The twenty-four hour day is just not as long as I want it to be.
4:07 -- At the cafeteria, Bolton gets a doughnut and a cup of coffee; the cashier informs him she'll put it on the U.S. tab. Bolton insists on paying himself; she shrugs and asks for $428.26.
5:00 -- As the workday ends, Bolton looks outside and sees a crowd waiting to protest his exit. What disguise to use? The Saddam costume? No, they'd want autographs, and besides, that mustache dye takes a day to wash out. The Osama outfit? What, and get kissed to death by the Iranian delegation? No. Let's see ... perfect disguise. But alas: Everyone says, "G'night, John."
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Bolton." How could they see through the helmet?Apparently it's not enough to look like Darth Vader. You have to act like him, too.It's what they expect. Might as well give it to them.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Posted by Hoots at 5:34 AM