First and foremost we must thank our estimable and differently-vitalized colleague for an exquisite fridge-noting, beautiful in execution and envious in scope. We would happily cede Overlordship of the Ombuds collective to Mr. Rotten if we were not too lazy to abdicate.
Second, we feel it necessary to praise plover’s resurrection of the notorious Icewedge (and many variations thereof). Background, for those of you who insist on feigning interest, can be found here.
Third and most importantly, we are quite happy that Von and other worthies have been unspammed thanks to Forces Beyond Our Control. The new WordPress posting layout is only slightly more terrible than the last, but this is a minor price to pay. Those who disagree will be banned. Again.
Fourth, to answer ZRM when he asked:
This blog is still here?
Any other business?
What an eccentric performance… (note: not safe for sanity).
And now for something that is actually not at all different but is, in fact, part two.
Five is not right out, as apparently there are going to be a total of six of these.
Libertarianism can be a lot like the divine right of kings — simple elitism dressed up in some of the moral language of the day. At least this lot admits they’re anti-democratic. Also: watch for the bit where the guy basically implies that assassinating the president would facilitate libertarian city-states seceding from the US, which somehow derives from a libertarian city-state which is effectively at war with the US being a good investment. This idea may disprove string theory as I think there are more curled up dimensions of delusion in it than can be accounted for by any physical theory proposed to date.
does anybody know who’s pants these are?
In the marches of TUSTOSAN yesterday, there was a meeting.
At that meeting was a person who, though maybe not wearing red trackies in actuality, apparently was in spirit.
He had a book in his pocket which appeared to have the title To Serve Shorebirds.
This person proceeded to lead a shorebird, a zombie, the winner of “Who wants to marry a zombie?”, and a cornerless nerd to a vast quantity of Thai food which, by all reports, did not survive the experience.
An expedition was launched by this same party to the magical land of Bob which returned to this mundane plane bearing donuts.
But then the actual agenda was revealed.
If only someone had realized sooner the true purpose of the person in the hypothetical red track suit.
Had realized the real nature of that book.
That its full title was: To Serve Shorebirds Chocolate Skittles.
The insidious Gawker cabal behind the Consumerist has chosen to go another direction. My guess is they’ll go with some shady spider-money laundering drug cartel.
I’m certainly glad we pre-emptively trolled certain members of the Consumerist commentariat, however, this still hurts when Trickster writes:
Some bloggers trying to promote their site using unoriginal spider money jokes.
We love Liam Kinkaid forever and ever and grant honorary 3B status for this:
Best of luck to our beloved Consumerist, may they receive new and benevolent overlords. They are mensches.
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