it sure ain't Rio

Just watching some of the parade coverage on TV; it's 4°C with windchill down to -1, occasional flurries of light snow, and there are a bunch of girls out on O'Connell street in genuine Brazillian samba outfits, i.e. those bits of shiny metal and cloth with the square footage of a postage stamp. They're claiming that all the moving around is keeping them warm, but seriously now.

I just HAVE to share this.

If you thought I was being curmudgeonly about Paddy's Day, check out the inimitable Mr. Ellis:

From: WarrenE@aol.com
Sender: badsignal-admin@lists.flirble.org
To: badsignal@lists.flirble.org
Subject: [BAD SIGNAL]I Don't Care If You Dye Your Pubes Green
Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 09:46:31 EST

baddy o'signal
WARREN ELLIS

The next person to wish me a
happy St Pat's Day will have their
ISP anonymously informed that
they download pictures of dogs
fucking babies. I've slept with Irish
girls and gotten drunk in Belfast,
which makes me more Irish than
99% of you -- and, whoops, here's
the clue train pulling up to the
station, and it says I'm not Irish
and neither are 99% of you so you
can stick St Pat's Day up your arse.

If you want to celebrate St Pat's
today, eat a raw potato, build a
house out of peat and get yourself
shot by an Englishman.

And guess what? If you were born
in America, you're not Irish, you're
fucking American. Deal with it.

(Though I still advise American
tourists in Europe to tell people
they're Canadian at all times.)

This was your Daily Truth. Please
return to your duties. Thank you.

Now that's curmudgeonly. Mr. Ellis, may you have the best of whiskeys today and every day.