No matter how you try you'll never be as cheap as me

Surely I cannot be the only person who finds the wolves in the anti-Kerry campaign ad absolutely adorable? The same goes for the bear in Reagan's 1984 attack ads. They look so bright-eyed, fluffy and loveable!
(Oh, and if the Secret Service is reading this - yes, I would gladly take any opportunity which came my way to take that scumball usurper of a so-called President out. But then so would most people outside the US and a significant proportion of those within. That's a lot of houses to doorstep, so you'd best make a start, eh?)

Reading Hellblazer while listening to Strangelove is not a recipe for happiness. However, Constantine's teenage demon daughter has now joined Christopher Chance and She-Hulk in my (current, for I am fickle) top three fictional crushes. Wrong? Moi? Surely not.

Like most males, I grew up wanting to be James Bond. ( Die Another Day )

Turned over during ITV's news break to catch an unusually cheering Newsnight. OK, so I missed the promised report by Roger Mellie, but Yasser Arafat is critically ill and the EU is in disarray (with the dual side-benefits of upholding gay rights and spiting Berlusconi)! Hoopla! Hoopla!
(It amused me greatly that the Italian senator sticking up for homophobic asshole BUTTiglione looked so like the blond one from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. And as for Mandelson saying "I don't think you can disbar people because they have religious-based views and convictions" - does that mean Abu Hamza could be made a Commissioner? Imbecile)

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Well there's a surprise.

The great Spider Jerusalem Hunter S. Thompson on Bush versus Kerry.

I know many of you think I walk too fast. If I'm with people, or just moseying along, I may move faster than average, but that's not the mode I use when I actually have to get somewhere in the smallest possible amount of time. Nor do I run, except over very small distances - running isn't me. I lock down into my most efficient mode, the one where most higher functions stop registering and I'm interpreting the surrounding area like some sort of tactical computer, calculating what will be where when and what gaps that leaves me.
From the online catalogue, St James' Library seemed to have the new Lemony Snicket on the shelf. It was imperative that I make it there pretty much now, not only because some child might otherwise have the temerity to borrow the book, but also because of how late I got in to work today. In computer mode, my brain registers 'person with clipboard' as a high risk, to be given as wide a berth as possible. I swerve around some minor roadworks, that I might end up with them between me and her. She fancies her chances - and manages to trip over the barrier as she turns.
Don't mess with me when I'm being efficient. I don't need to slow down to laugh.

I am once more taking Friday off, so don't expect me on mail or web. Feel free to text me, especially those of you with whose weekend plans I am involved.