Thank you, Mr. Spielberg. I couldn’t have said it better myself. And note to the Boy Scouts: excluding someone based on gender is *not* the same as excluding someone based on sexuality. That’s why we do have boys’ and girls’ restrooms, but we don’t have gay and straight restrooms. Quit trying to pass the blame.

I saw this virtual Dubya game on the Channel 5 news the other night. (I think the newscasters were really looking for any story whatsoever that didn’t have to do with foot-and-mouth disease.) I was all set to snicker at the Prez’s expense, except that the story has started to sound very fishy. I mean, picture this: you’re the head of a crappy “software entertainment” company whose biggest claim to fame so far is designing the Pamela Anderson Tamagotchi. Hmmm, what would really drum up interest (and presumably stock prices)? Cashing in on an international crisis. Make up something that mocks America and then claim that two billion Chinese (red bastards) are downloading it ’round the clock. Get your company mentioned in every newspaper in the world. Retire a millionaire.

Or maybe I’m just getting jaded.

Well the standoff is over. Apparently that site I pointed to where you can apologise for President Bush got a bit out-of-hand, though.

Oh no… I’m becoming English! Did you notice how I spelled “apologise”? What’s more, I originally started out this sentence with the phrase “I just realised…” Next I’ll be writing “colour” and pronouncing “herbs” with a hard H! I’m turning into a pom!

I feel bad for the Countess of Wessex, but what did I say yesterday? It’s all about propriety. The English don’t care if their Royal Family are mad as hatters, as long as they don’t make it obvious in public. Poor Sophie was just the victim of some spectacularly bad judgment.