Patty Hearst Heard the Burst

Firstly, a welcome is extended to the newest Crimson Guardsman to jump on board the Terrordrome, Firefly. Actually he's jumping way the hell off board, to Kenya, as a matter of fact. Yes, after landing a cushy job based in Las Vegas that involved traveling the world over staying at five-star resorts for free and maintaining their infrastructural software, he decided that was boring and not a perfectly awesome thing to do until one is dead. He will be doing some kind of crazy computer shit for a Safari tour in Kenya and Sudan until he can take over the company, then we will have an embedded launch point for sabotage and other covert activities in the Near East. It's really quite perfect, and I plan on meeting up with him in Mombasa at some point in the coming year to check on his progress and, y'know, maybe drink some gin in a barroom there. Regardless of where Zartan is, I will be seeking his services as bodyguard.

Kudos to the Brits and the Pakis for stopping Operation Bojinka, take 2. Interesting to note that a majority of these would-be mass-murdering douchebags are British nationals from reasonably prosperous families. Also, while all of them are muslims, a few of them are recent converts. I conclude from this that we have just as much, if not more, to fear from bored Islamic twentysomethings sitting around after college in their flats in Surrey kind of pissed that they didn't get into the career they wanted and desperately looking for something with which to justify their own existences. Hell, it makes perfect sense to me. I've had my share of life-goal setbacks and, in moments of despair, have vowed that if I run out of options I will turn to a Life Of Crime (exactly what sort of crime I'm not sure...at least in its early stages, it would involve firearms). If I were muslim I could totally see that plan being altered slightly into Sticking It To The Great Satan.

Tonight is the LHS Fantasy Football draft. There's going to be beer there and stuff but I have opted to bring my remaining half-bottle of Fighting Cock which I plan on munging by the sixth round. I was hoping to break my knee-jerk impulse to have at least eight Steelers on my roster, but with ol' FC around I might have to hope for next year.

P.P.S. for the Codger-Munging crew [shudder] [vomit], click on the ScavHunt link in the previous post and check out item 299. I say we have a contest.