Donald H Rumsfeld: a literary genius

Glass Box by DH Rumsfeld, from The Poetry of Donald H Rumsfeld.

You know, it's the old glass box at the—
At the gas station,
Where you're using those little things
Trying to pick up the prize,
And you can't find it.
It's—

And it's all these arms are going down in there,
And so you keep dropping it
And picking it up again and moving it,
But—

Some of you are probably too young to remember those—
Those glass boxes,
But—

But they used to have them
At all the gas stations
When I was a kid.

—Dec. 6, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing

I think I might have posted the link before, but this has long been a favourite of mine, and I find myself returning to it often, in fascination. It can be read aloud to great effect.

Potter love

I picked up the OotP for the first time since last year, got to the first dinner scene in Grimmauld place and was promptly rushed by a thousand rabid Remus/Sirius bunnies all squeaking at me to write, write! How did this happen? How? I thought my R/S love was dead. But then, it might just be my Remus love in disguise, that I've been cruelly ignoring for the past however long. It's still alive and kicking and waiting to break free! Mmmmm, David Thewlis Remus. It's not anything to do with that poster, either, in case you were thinking I was just a shallow fangirl. Ahem.

Anyway, I'm really enjoying rereading OotP, partly because of the bunny rush and partly because it feels comforting to lose myself in it. Although Tonks is such an annoying Sue.

University challenged

Whoa - I got 8 questions right on University Challenge tonight. Mostly because I knew what all the chairs were called and who designed them. But still, not bad in my personal roll call of UC questions answered correctly. I'm sure Paxman was leering at Frith from the Public Relations team.

fan_the_vote - even though the outcome technically has nothing to do with me I'm still going to volunteer. Shrub must be stopped! At all costs! Even if it means drabbles! Or better still, porn!