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That'll Do, James Saturday, Oct. 21, 2006 - 1:28 a.m. All right. I have seen and heard of stupid things, but here we have an example of WTF Were These Men Thinking?...
The threats, which mentioned stadiums in seven U.S. cities, were deemed to be false by the FBI on Thursday after agents questioned a 20-year-old Milwaukee man. "This is a hoax," said agent Richard Kolko, a spokesman at the FBI's Washington headquarters. An FBI official in Washington said the Milwaukee man acknowledged posting the phony stadium threat as part of a "writing duel" with a man living near Brownsville, Texas, to see who could post the scariest threat. Okay. Dude? If you're allowed Internet access while you're waiting for your hearing? I have an idea for a new contest, and I think you are the perfect person for this. Why don't you and that feller from Texas take turns hitting each other on the head with ballpeen hammers and see which one falls down first? After all, you won't be in any danger of receiving brain damage. --- Early Saturday morning, I caught a few minutes of an excellent interview on the Tavis Smiley show; the guest was James Cromwell. I was familiar with his work, (Stretch Cunningham on AITF, Babe, etc) and the two of them had a fascinating talk about linguistics and education and film and segregation and so forth... and then it happened. Get this. James Cromwell used the word GROK!!! Like, in regular conversation!!!!! Too cool. This means he listens to fannish conversations and has picked up the patois. I'm impressed. --- I think that's enough for now. Have a wonderful weekend! ---
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