Monday, May 3, 2010

Here's An Idea.



Morning, kids!

Still thinking about the FBA B SD FL BABC.

I love that scene from Trains, Planes and Automobiles, where Steve Martin suggests to John Candy how to tell a story:
You know everything is not an anecdote. You have to discriminate. You choose things that are funny or mildly amusing or interesting. You're a miracle! Your stories have NONE of that. They're not even amusing ACCIDENTALLY! . . . And by the way, you know, when you're telling these little stories? Here's a good idea - have a POINT. It makes it SO much more interesting for the listener!
Just sayin'.

What a brilliant idea in this WP editorial on how to help clean up judicial conflicts:
A proposal by the American Academy of Appellate Lawyers offers improvements. The proposal calls on courts to make available with sufficient lead time the names of the judges scheduled to hear an appeal. Without such warning, lawyers and litigants might not know that a judge with a possible conflict is sitting on the case until they enter the courtroom. Raising an objection then is awkward, to say the least, and probably futile.
Sheesh, I wonder why no one thought of this before?

BTW, get ready -- summer's here.

4 comments:

  1. Timely lyrics given oil disaster in Gulf....

    The sun struggles up another beautiful day
    And I felt glad in my own suspicious way
    Despite the contradiction and confusion
    Felt tragic without reason
    There's malice and there's magic in every season

    CHORUS
    From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
    The other side of Summer
    To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
    The other side of Summer

    The automatic gates close up between the shanties and the palace
    The blowtorch amusements, the voodoo chalice
    The pale pathetic promises that everybody swallows
    A teenage girl is crying 'cos she don't look like a million dollars
    So help her if you can
    'Cos she don't seem to have the attention span

    CHORUS

    Was it a millionaire who said "imagine no possessions"?
    A poor little schoolboy who said "we don't need no lessons"?
    The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop
    The pop princess is downtown shooting up
    And if that goddess is fit for burning
    The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning

    Madman standing by the side of the road saying
    "Look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes"
    Now you can't afford to fake all the drugs your parents used to take
    Because of their mistakes you'd better be wide awake

    CHORUS

    The mightiest rose
    The absence of perfume
    The casual killers
    The military curfew
    The cardboard city
    And the unwanted birthday
    The other side of summer

    The dancing was desperate, the music was worse
    They bury your dreams and dig up the worthless
    Goodnight
    God bless
    And kiss "goodbye" to the earth
    The other side of summer

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  2. The Great Outdoors was better.

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  3. fake petey adrienMay 3, 2010 at 11:55 AM

    Drill Baby Drill.

    (that's still a popular campaign slogan, right?)

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  4. Better -

    The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery

    And spilled into the mezzanine of the crushed capsule hotel

    Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical refinery

    And I knew I was in trouble but I thought I was in hell

    So you look around the tiny room and you wonder where the hell you are

    While the K.K.K. convention are all stranded in the bar

    They wear hoods and carry shotguns in the main streets of Montgomery
    But they're helpless here as babies 'cause they're only here on holiday

    What do we care if the world is a joke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We'll give it a big kiss
    We'll give it a poke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We're only living this instant

    The black sand stuck beneath her feet in a warm Sorrento sunrise

    A barefoot girl from Naples or was it a Barcelona hi-rise

    Whistles out the tuneless theme song on a hundred cheap suggestions

    And a million false seductions and all those eternal questions

    What do we care if the world is a joke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We'll give it a big kiss
    We'll give it a poke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We're only living this instant

    So they flew the Super-Constellation all the way from Rimini

    And feasted them on fish and chips from a newspaper facsimile
    Now dead Italian tourists bodies litter up the Broadway

    Some people can't be told you know they have to learn the hard way

    Holidays are dirt-cheap in the Costa del Malvinas

    In the Hotel Argentina they can hardly tell between us

    For Teresa is a waitress though she's now known as Juanita

    In a tango bar in Stanley or in Puerto Margarita

    She's the sweetest and the sauciest
    The loveliest and the naughtiest

    She's Miss Buenos Aires in a world of lacy lingerie

    What do we care if the world is a joke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We'll give it a big kiss
    We'll give it a poke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We're only living this instant

    The Japanese got Jesus robots telling teenage fortunes

    For all we know and all we care they might as well be Martians

    They say gold paint on the palace gates comes from the teeth of pensioners

    They're so tired of shooting protest singers
    That they hardly mention us


    While fountains fill with second-hand perfume

    And sodden trading stamps
    They'll hang the bullies and the louts that dampen down the day

    What do we care if the world is a joke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We'll give it a big kiss
    We'll give it a poke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We're only living this instant

    We braved the cold November air and the undertaker's curses

    Saying "Take me to the Folies Bergere and please don't spare the hearses"

    For he always had a dream of that revolver in your purse

    How you loved him 'til you hated him and made him cry for mercy

    He said "Don't ever mention my name there or talk of all the nights you cried

    We've always been like worlds apart now you're seeing two nightmares collide"

    What do we care if the world is a joke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We'll give it a big kiss
    We'll give it a poke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
    (Tokyo Storm Warning)
    We're only living this instant

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