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IT’S Mike Litoris telling the TV news man how he survived the fire…
“The closest it got to our property is about 60 yards,” says Mr Litoris. “It’s pretty bad. The flames actually were right on the other side of the freeway where you could see them.”
File under: Not taking the media seriously
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January 6th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
You are an American, right?
January 6th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
LOL HE HAS REALLY STUPID NAME :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
September 26th, 2008 at 2:17 pm
… I don’t get. People laughing about this reminds me of what happens whenever *I* introduce myself to someone for the first time… I just don’t get it.
September 22nd, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Thank you, Dairy.
If ever a case where patricide would be justified…
September 22nd, 2008 at 2:52 pm
I bet he seriously hates his parents….
it’s not even as if it sounds any better when you don’t abbreviate his first name - more like a declaration….. try it - it sounds better out loud…!
September 20th, 2008 at 4:11 pm
Likely too that the ‘moral high ground’ people will be out, especially here (UK) and the Govt are expected to attempt to follow the US and cannot bail, and being such allies with the US won’t get much change from sovereign funds either due to caution or the US have been there first.
But come the first cold snap of Autumn and hypothermia and food deprivation kills the first of the elderly or children - what shall happen then? Does Mr I Banker and his 5 children + deprived wife and nanny take precedence with caring NuLab?
As I see it the fat cats and the very very sleek cats won’t go short whatever occurs, or if they do it would be the loss of £30k to buy the latest designer ???? while the scrawnier moggie should need that £30k as his annual salary.
I don’t think the US or UK govts are aware that scrawny cat even exists.
I am a capitalist, and I believe those who endeavour should be rewarded - their origins in life notwithstanding. But it should be those who endeavour, not thieving gits whether educated at Eton or Wherever Comp
September 20th, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Yep; it was put together to get an equities market bounce, and they got it.
But no-one has any idea of what the US Treasury’s master plan is, mainly because the Treasury doesn’t know either; one of the few things which is clear is that they will have to get legislative approval in order to let the Treasury borrow the sort of money it needs for a bail out.
Bear in mind that almost the only people with the dosh to lend it are sovereign funds; if, for example, Kuwait says ‘thanks, but no thanks’ then the plan, whatever it is, never gets off the starting blocks.
I await, with some amusement, the IMF’s attempts at spinning the biggest piece of protectionism in financial history as a triumph of free markets; the French are already laughing their socks off about it, and there will be many more to come…
September 20th, 2008 at 3:13 pm
So next week then? It isn’t over that IS plain, just euphoria and a fey end to the week…and all that pouring good money after bad cannot cure it.
I just thought the political lot here and there were attempting to delay matters so that the ‘Rompers Home’ effectively would have their work cut out
September 20th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
June
They are hanging on by their fingertips; November is eons away as the financial markets measure time.
The US Treasury doesn’t have the money, and the people who do have the money may decide that enough is enough, and stop lending it to the US Treasury so that the US Treasury can bail itself out of the mess it has gotten into.
Otherwise known as Armageddon…
September 20th, 2008 at 2:54 pm
If you understand that the deep-fried Mars Bar is already an absolute, on-the-menu reality (right there with the deep-fried Twinkies and the deep-fried ice cream), you will know that we were already well and truly f*ked.
September 20th, 2008 at 2:53 pm
I think they are delaying Black Week until after the November elections, otherwise could the politicos to continue to campaign/ court or whatever?
September 20th, 2008 at 2:47 pm
Pam, you’ve got it in one; a writer in the New York Times has dubbed Paulson’s latest ploy as a Hail Mary Pass.
Which is why we have to pray that someone will indeed make it down the field and catch it, because otherwise we are all, as they say in the markets, f*cked…
September 20th, 2008 at 2:39 pm
Mars Bars! That was awesome; I’m going to steal it.
Bye, Smuddy; will be thinking of you and your family. Take care!
September 20th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
A credit default swap sounds about as trustworthy as a deep-fried-Mars Bar-based weight-loss programme; I think I would be tempted to try neither! So, after this all too brief dip in the waters of Anorak, I must once more waddle off but I will remember to mutter a few H.M.s if you think it will help. I wish I could stay longer but again, hey-ho. TTFN - Smuddy
September 20th, 2008 at 2:35 pm
I don’t have one, but I let the in-laws splash the young’un, so she does.
The key doesn’t seem to fit any locks though.
About the money, I forget where you are, but did you catch my country’s bailout details yesterday? They’d have been SO much more comforting if they hadn’t been preceded by Thursday’s headlines, trumpeting how many billions in debt we already are. Where you reckon these new billions are coming from–the top-secret, magic billion machine?
September 20th, 2008 at 2:27 pm
You know my abilities on technical wizardry; I haven’t a clue why my name has gone blue.
And whilst you have been away you cannot have forgotten my views on the ‘mustn’t grumble front’; please feel free to grumble away!
As for moi, I am recruiting people to say Hail Mary’s in the hope of staving off Armaggeddon, but that’s just because I’m the sort of person who knows what a credit default swap is and really wishes she didn’t…
September 20th, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Oh-oh, if that research is true then those four prostitutes in my attic died for nothing. Quetzalcoatl! You said sacrifices would be just the ticket to ward off financial ruin!
[Sadly mon oncle sold off his extensive record collection when he remarried in the 90’s. I do have an original (with the working metal zip) Sticky Fingers by The Stones, but it’s far from mint. It’s still mint listening to it when I can be arsed to get the turntable out. It’s a bizarre sight, seeing it and the pre-amp perched next to the computer when I do though, but then I’m daft enough to have a 1913-ish treadle Singer sewing machine in my bedroom so I’m a combination of anachronism and modernism - but not Bowdlerism.
September 20th, 2008 at 2:17 pm
Sorry, Sarge! I should have remembered. I guess the immense strain has got the better of more than just my elasticated waist these days. Having had the most unpredictable summer a hippo could possibly have imagined, the autumn and winter look set to continue in much the same challenge-studded vein, but hey-ho, mustn’t grumble (she muttered, feigning cheerfulness)! I have been almost entirely absent from Smudd Cottage since July and don’t know when I will be back. How about you? and why is your name now blue? Do you have a “link” or something technically wizardly?
September 20th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
I told you never to call me Sarge in public!
What will people think?
What will the little grey aliens from the Planet Splog think?
And how are you?
September 20th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
Smudd present, if only intermittently correct, Sarge!
September 20th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
And bugger it even more, the Smudd is back in town and I missed her post!
Please come back!
September 20th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
An original mint Trout Mask Replica would be worth quite a bit nowadays; I’d suggest that you hang onto it for the short term at the very least.
By next week it will probably be worth several billion dollars of credit default swaps, though I’d advise against that deal.
And don’t worry about the cheapness of your rosary; scientific research has shown that the power of prayer is unaffected by your prayer aid of choice…
September 20th, 2008 at 1:57 pm
I wonder what else is in these desk drawers…
broken mobile, NCB issue conveyor belt knife, a strip of multiblock, broken fob watch, GCSE Mathematics pass cards from 1979…oooo dry wipe marker. I’ll be right back. With the giggles.
September 20th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Bother!! I only came on here to suggest that Norma Stitz and Ted Stickles might have been instrumental in Mr Litoris’ lucky escape, but I see I am far, far too late.
September 20th, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Sounds about right Pam. My Rosary is made out of cheap white plastic. The Catholic Church only ensures success with the purchase of a nicely turned up-market one these days.
Chenier - You just reminded me of the cover of the ’scare-the-hairy-Jesus-out-of-little-magnetite’ cover of Trout Mask Replica. My uncle owned this, and I was too freaked out by it to get close enough to get the record out of the cover to listen to it. Whatever he said about me probably isn’t true (or is, probably - I’m an enigma hidden in a riddle wrapped in a mystery enveloped in a paradox -= but I just look like a c*nt from the outside). Zappa had me bang on though, ’cause it hurts when I pee and I frequently promise not to…
September 20th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
It is indeed; if you expand your horizons a little beyond wiki you may discover why we need all the help we can get, Hail Mary Wise.
Incidentally, do you have a rosary?
When the world is at stake there’s no time for petty rivalries; we have to pull together, sorry pray together, because somebody has got to get down the field and catch that trillion dollars…
September 20th, 2008 at 1:28 pm
“A Hail Mary pass or Hail Mary play in American football is a forward pass made in desperation, with only a small chance of success.” Wiki
September 20th, 2008 at 1:12 pm
OK, you’re hired.
Well, nominally hired because when you’re saving the world you don’t get paid, but I’m sure you are not only in it for the money, whatever Captain Beefheart said about you…
The main thing is the rosary; keep it safe until we get to the Hail Marys!
Further briefings will follow…
September 20th, 2008 at 1:00 pm
I’ve just found a rosary in my desk drawer amongst the empty Bournville wrappers, empty biros and two (two? what the hell have I got two for?) eyebaths. Waste of time asking God for help though - he has a new job in the Education Department apparently.
If Dan can nobble the Hadron boys over there, hopefully Saul can fill up our lifetimers again with his sand and I’ll attempt to bolster the economy with the bottle of Jameson’s that I’ll no doubt sink my enraged teeth into later. (I’m going Oirish this weekend in tribute to a friend we just lost to the big C).
[My only real skills are attracting paperclips and some things my girly side does better than me. I can knit bullet-proof vwhicles if my one-inch tension squares that should be bigger and looser are anything to go by]
September 20th, 2008 at 12:48 pm
I knew you would get out of that one; look back at my post and you will see that I was quietly confident.
Incidentally, are you any good at saying Hail Mary’s?
I’m recruiting an elite team to save the world…
September 20th, 2008 at 12:44 pm
V. nice chenier - v. nice indeed. I’m as dry as a bone today, which may be the reason (nay, excuse) for any vitriol aimed at the stories (but not we commenters). That and the fact that my animated 3D shiny Annorak logos I wanted to design are proving too bloody hard for my dunderheaded brain. And my stomach hurts across the fourteen inch scar where Bear Grylls used me as a f**king chapeau yesterday. Channel 4 posted me back, and it took me four hours to chew my way out of the jiffy bag.