Policy: JimD or Randy?

A thinly disguised Leaguer recently asked the policy question:

JimD or Randy?

Well, this question is obviously tough to answer, and will change from scenario to scenario.  But I think a few illustrative examples might be useful:

• Trapped on an island with?  JimD (wouldn't feel as guilty about eventually killing and eating JimD)
• Produce my folk/rap album?  JimD
• Choreograph my videos?  Randy
• Screen and hire the skanks for my videos?  Randy
• Write the NDA's for the skanks in my videos?  JimD
• Would win in a duel (foil)?  Randy
• Would win in a duel (pistols)?  JimD
• Would win in a lightsaber duel?  JimD
• Used to bullseye womp rats in his T-16 back home.  They're not much bigger than two meters?  Randy
  
• Is a loose cannon?  JimD
  
• Is getting too old for this shit?  Randy
• Executor of my will?  Randy
• Will be asked to take on my debts?  JimD
• Looks great in a thong?  TIE
• Sends me a constant stream of stuff via email which leads me to wonder what, if anything, he does for a living?  Randy
• No longer actually reads LoM?  JimD
• Would want as my backup when we're going to have to shoot our way out?  Neither.  Maybe Emily.
• I would gladly hand over to the police?  Randy
• Whom I would gladly trust to start a new government, and then immediately exploit the very loopholes he'd created?  JimD
• Jazzy Jeff to my Fresh Prince?  Randy
• Carlton to my Fresh Prince?  JimD*

*Yes, summer of 1997, I watched a lot of Fresh Prince and drank cheap beer.  I was also only partially employed.

Enemy Ace is a Back Seat Driver

NTT asks... POLICY

NTT asks:



1. Why does this blog use a length of measure not officially recognized by any nation?

I think the Yurgh will really catch on as measure of both definitions of volume.


2. Did you order the Code Red?

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be protected by men with guns...


3. What does Didio have on you to give Final Crisis a good review?

Nothing. Any story that ends with Superman eliminating the threat of an arch villain by singing the song of the vibrational frequency of the multi-verse is just going to find a warm place in my heart.

I still sort of feel that if readers could not find a bit of love for "Final Crisis",  they're not seeing the meta-story of the DCU as put down since Barry met Jay and Jimmy Olsen met the Newsboys.

4. Would you rather have a bottle in front of you or a frontal lobotomy?

The Ketel One drip.



5. If the League has an arch-villain, what are the rules of engagement?


The League is usually a bit dim and does not realize that anyone considers him "The Cursed League".  Somehow, as far as I know, I've made it this far without anyone setting out to destroy me.

However, the number of people who find me annoying knows no bounds.


Because its likely sooner or later my madcap ways will, indeed, draw the ire of someone who seeks to destroy me, I would do the following:

1)  be down about it for a while
2)  try to sort out what I did
3)  be down some more
4)  pledge to change
5)  utterly fail to improve any behavior
6)  kind of forget about it
7)  be passive aggresive
8)  get drunk and call the arch-villain and try to see what's up
9)  wait until an awkward social moment with lots of witnesses, and then insist "you never liked me, anyway"
10)  eat a lot out of stress

No.

America,

I saw this ad in my Facebook sidebar (why American Apparel thought I was buying "Disco Pants" should make the evangelists of targeted advertising weep).

There is a slim 4-5% of the age-appropriate demographic that will make these pants work. The same population that almost made Uggs work (they don't, they're dumb), and who can generally pull off any trend to come down the pike, good idea or no.

Much like the muffin-top and whale-tail looks of circa 2004, these pants are going to inflict us with a generation of people in clothing which they will attempt to adopt as its in all the magazines, but which will end in failure once worn out to the Red Box DVD rental outside Walgreens.

I now know I'm going to walk across campus with sad looking undergrads squeezed into these monstrosities on a pedestal of those rain-slicker boots that have to be giving our nation's young women the worst case of athlete's foot since the trench war of 1917.

Stop the disco pants madness.

Enemy Ace Says Nuts to Your Aerial Superiority

Child-Free American cont'd

actually a lot closer to what I assumed was going on in the endless sea of DVD-outfitted SUV's in Chandler.

Stolen from Calvin

sometimes its time for Enemy Ace