Coming back into town this afternoon on Renfe after one of these, we heard the intercom voice say “Correspondencia con metro y bocadillos de la Generalitat,” I swear it.
This is pretty off-topic, but I’m dying for her to run in 2008, with girlie-man as her post-Tonto. That would just tear the Democrats apart, seriously.
Thanks to Mark Liberman and John McWhorter over at Language Log for raising the hit count over the last couple of weeks. The lack of feck, gorm, and posts here over the last few months has been in part attributable to my not being connected. I hope to fix this soon.
When I occasionally read La Vanguardia, there’s always something in it’s foreign news coverage that cracks me up, even when it’s not plagiarised, falsified, or illiterate. Today it’s Tomás Alcoverro (beware pop-up hell), the paper’s Beirut correspondent, oft-flayed here, who sums up an article on the anti-Syrian protests thus: “Tripoli has always maintained its Arab…
Bruce Bawer’s links page, that is. Mr B is apparently part of the metropolitical tendency. I might be, too, if I thought any of my friends would know what it meant, and if I weren’t so ridiculously fond of being Attila the Idiot. (Thanks, MM.)