Thursday, May 05, 2005

For once, something serious.

A blast went off early this morning in a concrete flowerpot on Third Avenue, near 51st St. The blast, authorities said, was caused by two toy grendades packed with gun powder, which detonated around 3:35 a.m. A glass pane in a nearby building was shattered, but there were no injuries. No organization has come forward to claim responsibility, but there has been speculation that the act was perhaps tied to the British elections being held today, as the blast occurred outside the building that houses the British Consulate, as well as other tenants. As usual, authorities are ignoring the most obvious suspect: the I.R.A.. Aside from the fact that the blast occurred outside the British Consulate (on an election day in which, according to a recent NYT article, Sinn Fein is expected to pick up some parliamentary seats), and were planted in a giant flowerpot (and we all know that the leading employer of Irish immigrants in this city--after Irish barsteraunts--is the urban gardening industry), and today is the 24th anniversary of the hunger-strike death of I.R.A. member Bobby Sands, and, um, the TV movie "Elvis" featuring Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Myers is set to debut this coming Sunday, I've got a lunch appointment to dodge at that Third Ave. Starbucks and I need to divert attention from myself. Or maybe it was Greenpeace, trying to free the begonias. In other news of terror, the unaccountably famous "Pussycat Dolls" have apparently released their first single, "Don't Cha," featuring Busta Rhymes. The song, which has absolutely no appeal without its stripper-lite video, is an assault on the ears that sounds like what would happen if you gave a bunch of very fit women free reign of a studio, encouragement out of all proportion to their talent, and access to Busta Rhymes. Oh wait, that's exactly what it is. No organization has claimed responsibility for the single, but suspicion has already fallen on on-again, off-again Pussycat Doll Carmen Electra, who was convicted in 1992 of a similar attack on taste, common sense and ears with her self-titled debut album and rap single "Get On Up." This is what happens when I blog pre-coffee. This post seemed like such a good idea when I started.


At 5/05/2005 03:51:00 PM, Blogger divine m said...

Beautiful, dahlink!

Chris Daly would be so proud!

Also, I've checked with my IRA connections and, well. Nevermind.


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