« Call me Prince Henry | Main | Diane Johnson's Neighborhood »

Vlad the Impaler/Oh, I Get It: Marquise-cut stones look just like footballs.

¶ Here's a link that simply won't hold until the weekend (you've noticed my new rubric?): Max forwarded this news item showing Vladimir Putin getting away with something that might well lead to murder where he comes from; a bit of Googling brought forth an image of the ghastly loot. Max writes, "Occasionally you'll see articles in the Globe about the thuggish hypertrophied Partriots players flashing [rings such as this] around town."

¶ And while I'm linking and you're laughing, Joe Jervis has just promulgated a Decalogue for the Blogosphere. Go thou and do likewise. (I think that the preceding paragraph violates Rule No. 2.)

TrackBack

TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.portifex.com/movabletype/mt-tb.cgi/409

Comments

The pleasures of Schadenfreude. Every time I think of this today -- which is every few minutes -- I smile or chuckle.

I see that Vlad has a bit (?!) of Romanoff in him. It reminded me of the remark my Mother made when she returned from Moscow and St. Petersburg, to the effect that she could not understand how the Revolution hadn't taken place hundreds of years before.....between the greed of of the Czars and the opulence of the palaces......I think this is a riot and am sure the desk will as well.

I am a kottke.org micropatron

Powered by
Movable Type 3.2