The very same night, I dreamed that Ron Silliman got a makeover and no one liked it but me. "Don't worry about it," he soothed. "The arrangement of my face is a personal choice." "This is bigger than you," I shouted. I sat down at my desk and scrawled a letter to the President. "RON SILLIMAN IS TYPOGRAPHICALLY HANDSOME," it read.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Yet Another Dispatch from the Country of My Ignorance
The very same night, I dreamed that Ron Silliman got a makeover and no one liked it but me. "Don't worry about it," he soothed. "The arrangement of my face is a personal choice." "This is bigger than you," I shouted. I sat down at my desk and scrawled a letter to the President. "RON SILLIMAN IS TYPOGRAPHICALLY HANDSOME," it read.
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I have oft dined in restaurants serving British Beef Hat -- they simply call it something else. Usually they fry it and call it "Chicken Fried Steak." Don't fall for this bait-and-switch. I know a Beef Hat when I chew it. And chew it. And...
Admiral, don't be ridiculous. A British Beef Hat is not fried. It is boiled.
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