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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

The thing that makes Wednesdays extra special? Why it's the extra dose of Lileks from Newhouse, that's what! Today, we have a big spoonful of yummy goodness with "A Peek at Saddam's Private Papers"

[...] Oct. 23. Today I asked my driver what he though of Uday so far. The poor man couldn't decide whether to condemn him and earn my wrath, or praise him and earn my wrath. I saw sweat trickle from his scalp.

"The back of your neck betrays you," I said, just for old times' sake. He believed me! He was so terrified he threw himself under the car while he was driving it -- an astonishing trick. This is the disappointing part about retirement: People still fear me. I cannot even tell a knock-knock joke. People respond, "Come in, I have nothing to hide, but I humbly beg that you spare my family." Then they soil themselves and fall at my feet.

Spoils the mood entirely. [...]

posted by Terry at 2:37:00 PM

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