In direct contravention of my wife's explicit instructions, herewith I inaugurate my first blog. Long may it prosper.

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Remember that scene in A Fish Called Wanda, when John Cleese's wife discovers John with Jamie Lee Curtis on the sofa, and then Kevin Klein pops out from behind a door (or a curtain; I forget) and explains that this isn't what it seems: it's a complicated intelligence ploy of some sort. At which point it turns out that Cleese's wife is the daughter of the former head of British Intelligence, and Klein begins spinning like mad to explain his supposed intelligence scenario - and then ducks out of the house to escape. At which point John Cleese is off the hook because everyone has been so confused by Klein's appearance that they've forgotten all about Jamie Lee Curtis. You remember?

Is that the sort of thing Glenn Reynolds is talking about?
posted by Noah at 10:27 AM