Friday, August 15, 2003

Funny, I Don't Feel Mean-Spirited. . . Did this get old really quickly, or what? Jesus, usually it takes a full day for me to react this way to a news-world equivalent of watching the bug-zapper in the backyard. Hey, New York: It's called a blackout. Now get the f*ck over it. Happens all the time (though last time it happened here, I don't recall the mayor asking us not to loot the stores; somehow we all knew not to do that). Get out some candles. Wassamatta, you let Bloomberg take away your matches too when he took your smokes?

Okay, I feel for you if you're stuck mid-commute. I used to be a PATH rider, so I know what you're dealing with. But that's what you get for living in Jersey. As for the rest of you, have a beer before the fridge gets warm, open the windows like I used to do every day of the summer no matter how hot or noisy it was, and go to bed.

More, from Lileks:

Just went to - the website leads with a picture of that hapless nanny Mayor. He’s about as inspirational and reassuring as a stale blintz. I watched some of the press conference. He’s warning people not to eat food from the fridge if it’s gone bad. I’m picturing this in 1940s film noir terms - the mayor would have been some tough pol, maybe Broderick Crawford; he’d grip the podium, stare at the press corps with a gaze undeterred by the detonations of the Speed Graphics, and he’d say "Stay home. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. Looters will be shot on sight. And don’t worry - if all else fails, the sun will come up on schedule."
From "Smoke 'em if you got 'em" to "Don't eat the tuna salad" is a bit much for me.

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