Friday
Short of arranging a letter of congratulations from Roman Polanski, this could scarcely be bettered.
UPDATE: ah, sheesh - sorry Johnathan. Great minds collapse into hysterical laughter alike.
UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: And Perry. And, uh, everyone on the planet. Getting this post out has been a wonderful journey for me and I thank the Committee from the bottom of my heart.
Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention. Only the utterly impossible, the inexpressibly fantastic, can ever be plausible again.
--- Red Smith, October 4, 1951
Posted by phlyarologist at October 9, 2009 02:28 PM
There's a great bit I remember from Scoop by Evelyn Waugh, where this famous war correspondent gets sent to cover a central European war, gets out at the wrong station completely, sends back made up reports of a war, thus starting a real war, and gets the Nobel Peace Prize for his fearless reporting, blah blah.
But I do agree. This comes pretty close.
As already asked re the JP posting, who the f*%& are the arseholes who made this decision? Names please. Anyone?
Posted by Brian Micklethwait at October 9, 2009 02:57 PM
"Who the f*%& are the arseholes who made this decision?"
Good question. They are a small group of Norwegian politicians, appointed to the Committee by the Norwegian Storting (its Parliament) for six-year terms. Looking at their bios, the Obama selection shouldn't surprise anyone at all.
In fact, I wonder if Obama was actually nominated by anyone through the usual process, or if his selection was sua sponte by the Committee itself.
Posted by Laird at October 9, 2009 05:48 PM
I guess I am not old enough to think that I have now seen it all - scary.
Posted by Alisa at October 9, 2009 07:03 PM
No, no, no, Olaf! I told you to give him the Nobel Appease Prize. You know, the gag one.
Posted by Brother J at October 9, 2009 09:53 PM
