Hell, I want the T-shirt of that. It’s almost breathtaking to see Kid Forehead try to fisk Keillor’s column, sort of like watching him tilt at a windmill if the windmill is a semi coming head-on and Lileks is on Gnat’s Big Wheel trying to burn off some of the frustration of not being able to buy a Wii at Target.

Sounds to me like beating swords into ploughshares. I mean, WTF, what does that actually mean? What is a ploughshare? If it’s like a timeshare on a plough, that does not sound to me like a great deal of use. And however much you beat a sword, that is not going to to convert it into anything else except maybe a slightly bent and dented sword.
If you’re after a plough, go straight to Massey-Fergusson or John Deere… all this arsing around with sword recycling just strikes me as a waste of time.

Steyn! Steyn! Steyn!

And to find that the aging fuddy-duddy Minnesotan humor columnist he was complaining about was Garrison Effing Keillor? Comedy gold. Does anyone really believe that Lileks really intends to level an honest intellectual criticism against Keillor? I sort of suspect that every night, after reading Gnat another chapter from “Ali Baba and the Forty Islamofascists,” he retires to his special soundproofed room where he rages impotently at the heavens and swears a spittle-flecked oath to topple Garrison Keillor from his throne as Folksy Humorist-King of Minnesota.

If you want a picture of Minnesota humor, picture Garrison Keillor’s boot stomping on James Lileks’s face — forever.

Sometimes they get converted to gay nightclubs.

What? Where are these churches turned into nightclubs? Cause, actually, that sounds really cool.

Gundam, yeah, it has to do with that. GOV are the ones advocating genocide, but they’re following links and, well, actually, the stuff “Dymphna” is leaving is pretty humorous. Just check LGFWatch. My price for leaving the dark side, eh? The emails are more priceless though. Jeez, what was I thinking? I even “voted for the other guy”!

(caveat to anyone brave enough to read them, I just started using my actual name, I’m not sneaking around the web using ‘disguises’ or whatever.)

Oh, and Steyn still gets it for his strange worries about the Great White North. When is he going to finally get concerned about Rush? I’m waiting….

Or maybe it’s:”The fault, dear Brutus, is not within the Garys but within our selves.”

One Gary to rule them all…

O.K. sorry about all that. I’m done.

Awesome. I’m glad that thing is still going on. And wow! Charles has gotten on the bad side of the Gates of Vienna crowd! I’m almost starting to respect him (not really).

Hopefully we can get some good S,N! take downs out of this.

I thought that that drama was real enough, but it wasn’t. The real drama didn’t come until long after my music had been stolen and I had given up on trying to haul books around. I was only homeless for a few months, and I was lucky for the most part. Still, there is a fundamental disconnect between fiction and reality that takes some time to register. Youthful drama is living in the fictional models even while the facts are unfolding around you.

Man, you don’t know the half of it. I work with primarily college kids and your post-college hipster layabout types, usually from 18-25 or so. I spend the bulk of my day thinking to myself, “Young lady and/or sir, if you only knew how silly all this will look not just 10 years from now, but FIVE years from now.” But I keep it to myself ’cause I know how much I hated hearing that shit from some burnout in his early 30s when I was 22 with a heart full of joy.

And about past shames, when I moved from Florida to Athens, I rented a pick-up truck, as I’ve always traveled lightly. The upshot was that it was all kinds of cheap compared to an actual rental to-do. The downshot is that I lost two tomato boxes full of stuff out the backend. One had most of the cool books I owned (that hadn’t been loaned out to soon-to-be-ex-girlfriends and, thus, never returned). All the embarrasing crap – like the post Timothy Zahn Star Wars novels and Harry Turtledove – I still had, but I’d lost my copies of, say, Gravity’s Rainbow or The People’s History Of The United States.

The other box was full of those college composition books. I mean, packed full so tight they were difficult to pry loose. Six years or so of short stories, sketches for longer fiction, the odd bit of poetry, a couple of erotic rememberences, a few songs I wrote and a massive bulk of essays on all the things that a young man ponders deep into the night. I fancied myself not so much a writer as a philosopher, and figured that’s what real thinkers did: write it down for posterity’s sake.

Both them boxes fell out of the truck somewhere between Macon and Valdosta. I like to think some country kid found the box full of weird books and it blew his mind, but I really hope no one ever finds all that horseshit I scribbled down when I thought it was worth saving. Sometimes while laying in bed at night, certain passages will come back to me. God, am I glad that shit is lost. Especially the songs. Almost as glad as I am that blogs didn’t enter my conciousness until I’d almost got that urge out of my system.

Again proving Woody Allen should stick with Woody Allen movies.

…very bad indeed.

That last is from Roger Ebert. Effin’ liberal. No wonder Raj is conservative.

aHA! Conclusive proof that I, Ann Althouse, am being spoofed here! I demand that 4toby be sanctioned. I demand satisfaction! I… oh, look. Something shiny!

I always leave my straw(wo)men hanging out.

How embarrassing!

Reminds me of the last Mardi Gras show I saw in Oakland. What was that, 1994?

How would you like there to be a tiny chance that someone might just happen to stumble across a comment in a thread somewhere that may be attributed to you, but that you did not write?

You ‘liberal’ men make me sick!

There are things that I just might do if you don’t delete every comment that has ever been submitted in my name. Did I mention that I am a lawyer?

Wasn’t the whole reason we invaded Iraq because Hussein tried to assassinate the Elder Bush, and thus required the Lesser Bush and his administration to scheme and conspire to get that Iraqi strongman good?