What movie have you seen the most?
Good thing Ian didn’t bring up his Navy record
Last December, Amy & I stopped in on one of the hotels in New Orleans where we were planning to reserve a block of rooms for guests at our wedding. The place was still under reconstruction, but one of the upper floors had just been refurnished, the desk clerk told us. The guard would take us up and show us around, if we wanted.
The guy took us upstairs and we toured a couple of the newly decorated rooms. They looked great. Walking behind the security guard, I noticed the large sidearm hanging from his belt, and I thought, “This guy could be a complete psycho. He could shoot us right now and dump our bodies somewhere, and no one would find us.”
It was a weird, passing thought, but it was conditioned by being in a pretty abandoned city.
The hotel worked out for a bunch of our guests, even if my buddy Ian and his family had a problem with their door not locking correctly and had to get moved to a new room at a weird hour (sorry, guys).
This morning, I was scrolling through Drudge and came across a news item about — wait for it — a psycho security guard at a New Orleans hotel popping a visitor in the face with his .40 while they argued over who had the more extensive military record!
“Well,” thought I, “it couldn’t possibly be the same hotel . . . Oh, wait. Yeah, that’s the Royal Saint Charles, alright.”
ARE you stupid?
Writing my Top Companies profile of GlaxoSmithKline, I came across congressional testimony about the acts that animal rights knuckleheads have committed against GSK employees.
Yesterday, working on Roche‘s profile, I came across some moonbats who think that the avian flu is a hoax meant to enrich Donald Rumsfeld.
I, on the other hand, still think SARS was just a cover-up for the T-virus.
No Mermaids, But Plenty of Hitler Cats
The weather’s pretty grotesque here in NJ/NY today, so we’re going to pass on the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. Someday I’ll get to see it. . .
Till then, enjoy a parade of cats that look like Hitler.
Hey, Big Ed!
The Official VM Wife thinks Gatorade missed a major chance in its Big Head TV campaign
when they didn’t use Giada De Laurentiis
Think of how much money they could have saved on special effects!
Oops, etc.
Here’s an entertaining fashion article in the Washington Post on the meltdown that is Britney:
During the “Dateline” interview, Spears tearfully implored the paparazzi to leave her alone. Her pleas were reasonable and tugged at the heart. One came close to forgetting that she had encouraged the attention with her provocative videos, snake-charming stage performance, open-mouthed Madonna-kissing, 15-minute marriage, grotesquely narcissistic reality show and second husband known for displaying the tawdry, laconic demeanor of a pimp on weed.
The Heart of Darkness
I posted my Fenway pix at Flickr. I’ll try to post my little commentary about the place, the team, and the fans this weekend.
Summertime!
My tigerlilies are finally blooming! (fortunately, we got the deer to stop eating the buds by spraying some sorta cinnamon oil concoction on them)
Lunch break!
Here’s a neat post at the Cato Institute’s blog-group, about the scandals of former (and now late) Irish PM Charles Haughey:
[W]as Ireland better off with a corrupt prime minister who kick-started economic growth than it would have been with an honest socialist who kept Ireland in poverty?
Back to work!
Reports
Blogging’s going to be pretty light for the next few days, while I write my annual Top Pharma profiles. I’ll try to get my Fenway photos and observations up by the weekend.