At "The Agitator"

Radley Balko's learned that decades of strong campaigning have turned the US sailor into a lightweight who can't hold his liquor. Nothing wrong with that in principle (especialy as I'm a principle example), but I have to wonder at the pussies who are writing in to complain.

Kung Fu Hustle

Normally, I seem a fairly cold and unsentimental type of guy - but at heart I'm rally a romantic. And as such I can whole-heartedly reccommend "Kung Fu Hustle". I saw it in theater when it came out a few months ago and, now, tonight on DVD. I don't think I've laughed, and yes, cried , this much in a long time - so go out and buy it if you haven't already. Though the fact that I've not been this pissed in ages may have something to do with it. Hell, I can barely type this evening/morning, whatever. If it weren't for the backspace key I'd sound like Hynes (not that that's a poor act to copy).

Ultimately all this teaches me is that, as a sailor, I'm a disgrace. Barely a sixpack and I'm almost comatose and it's only two thirty in the morning.