We’re the last of the superheros. When the world is really screwed up, who do they count on to settle things down?
We’ll be getting the call from Beirut any day now.
Let no nation claim a monopoly on jingoistic superheroism. Right, Robin?
Monthly Archives: August 2006
Total Eclipse of Good Taste
Really, is there a Seventies song that cannot be improved by the addition of a little heroin and a lot of pent-up domestic rage?
Apparently not. From BoingBoing, although they featured the Google vid and I hate those. “Buffering” my ass; they’re just sitting there laughing at you through your webcam.
Nathan sez, “The band features Kristopher Schau, who also is also lead singer of The Cumshots. They made headlines two summers ago during the Quart Festival in Norway by featuring a live sex show by members of Fuck For Forest – a porn company that donates its profits to forestry charities.”
quote o’ the day: a tie!
Sometimes the burden of blogging rests very heavy on my shoulders. Times such as now. Which to choose for Quote o’ the Day:
“hey, just so you know, I don’t really have an abnormally shaped penis“
or
“Jonathan’s a creepy urinater”
Since they’re both from the same post, Male workplace restroom etiquette leads to scientific breakthrough, I’ll just leave them here and solicit your preferences in the comments.
I know you like it in the comments.
Coco would be so proud
Actually, Coco Chanel’s phlegm could probably burn its way to China; if contained, it could have brought about an end to World War II, but as everyone knows, Chanel cannot be contained.
From Gawker Stalker:
As a Chelsea gay in training, I was on my way to
the David Barton Gym this morning at 10:30. On 23rd St between 7th and 8th Ave. Narciso Rodriguez steps out of a cab in this year’s summer gay uniform, tight t-shirt and shin-length short pants. Upon closing the cab door, he quickly precedes to spit a luggie onto the sidewalk. There was no shame on his part. This comes from a man that charges $2,000.00 for a cotton dress. I guess money and fame can’t develop class.
flame on…and on…and on…
Today in BoJo Flamewar news, I thought I’d be lazy and post here a comment I made over on Master Cowfish.
Flamewars are contextual. It almost seems at times that everything is, which drives an absolutist like me absolutely crazy sometimes, not that anyone’s noticed.
I throw the pills away when the orderlies aren’t looking.
But I thought this wasn’t a bad notation on flamewars themselves. It’s a pity that nobody I’ve really flamed reads this blog, because they could show you all the scars. I’ll have to dredge up some files when I’m not sleep-deprived.
I think under this scale, the BoJo war started Elevated and immediately dropped back to Guarded. But then Vicus suggested I call him a silly bugger, so god knows where it lies now.
“Enter” at risk, baby!
The thing about the BoJo War is that it could burn my bridges with someone I consider an equal or better. I don’t mind stomping gnats, which I consider most people to be, but flamewars are contextual.
When Trudeau said “Fuddle duddle”, or when he said “Watch me” he was engaging in a flamewar, because it was Parliament, not alt.startrek. I’ve been in the rough and tumble, and it doesn’t bother me for a moment; I consider it recreational.
Why? Because those people, frankly, are inferior and it is high time someone acquainted them with the fact.
For the BoJo war, imagine you were meeting an MP who’d been an award-winning practitioner in your field, someone you’d admired and respected both as a professional and as a human being.
Then imagine going over to his house and telling him to his face that you’d assumed he didn’t have the balls to engage and now you think he doesn’t have the brains.
Context is everything in the Age of Einstein
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