Hey Mistah Sulli-van, Sully Me Ba-na-na
Gorilla our dreams
Andrew Breitbart, Big Journalism:
Hypocrisy, Thy Name is Andrew Sullivan
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While I would never divulge a person’s sexual gayness, Andrew Sullivan dementedly waves his purse for the leftist email conspiracy in all its MSM murder lust — and yet it was Sullivan himself who savaged Sarah Palin with the very carrion-eating leftist shriek-monsters I humbly bring to light, when it was the left itself that attacked Sullivan for gaying around like a big gay.
‘Shorter’ concept created by Daniel Davies and perfected by Elton Beard. We are aware of all Internet traditions.™
* The key line in Sullivan’s brief post, ‘Politics as Total War,’ reads, “This is what the right now is: no solutions, just anger, paranoia, insecurity and partisan hatred.”
** Regarding the title lyric, this line is sung by the long-armed and ook-ooking, indeed the hoo-hoo-haa-haaing and excrement-flinging Mr. Breitbart, while the response line is sung by the gentlemen wearing the pecs, and does in fact go, “Gaylight come an’ me wanna go homo.”
† Regarding the caption, the fact that this is from the Magilla Gorilla theme has not prevented an incidence of Bram Tchaikovsky:
Banana Republic ad.
In hell.
Got out of the boat for half a second, saw there were leeches in them there waters, and hopped right back in. Anybody have a drink?
Of perfect pork.
Breaking all the rules, but it turned out to be too good not to have tried. I’m talking about the pulled pork recipe in the Jan/Feb issue of Cook’s Illustrated. Yes, don’t tell anyone, but it’s barbecue done in the oven, with yellow mustard and liquid smoke, no less. Horrible. Until you eat it.
I never worked with liquid smoke before, but there’s nothing to it. At least, according to the label. No calories, no carbs, no vitamins, no salt, no fats, nothing. Just pure hickory flavor ensconced in some kind of mysterious liquid. Yes, it’s slightly ersatz hickory flavor, but only very slightly. I mean, very, very slightly. And ultimately non-obtrusive, which is good in a taste-based product.
So, that’s a Boston Butt, butterflied (per the mag) to increase surface area to increase the amount of tasty crust, brined (four quarts of water, a cup of salt, a third cup of sugar, three tablespoons of smoke) for a couple hours, slathered with yellow mustard and a very small amount of additional smoke, then crusted with rub (make yer own), baked (sealed, aluminum-wise, in a shallow pan) for three hours at 325, and then unsealed for another hour and a half, or until the chunk reaches two hundred degrees, whichever comes first. Drippings, if any, should be collected and incorporated into some sauce. There were virtually no drippings, today.
And the crowd went wild.
See how he allows himself the wiggle room to spill the beans on Hitlerism!
@Mike Soja
Kindly marinate that pork up yer ass. Pleasurable, efficient, and STFU.
Dear god, who but a monster could expose private emails?
Soja
You know who else cooked pork in mustard and liquid smoke? Hitler’s cook, that’s who!
Such a drama queen that Breitbart! Go back to your hive and whine silly queen, silly queen.
Well, there’s a big difference between “being employed by” and “working for”, and it isn’t a stretch to say that Ezra Klein has been working his rosy red lips off for our increasingly socialist government. So, be precise, or you’ll end up engendering as little respect as Klein does.
There’s nothing to stop Breitbart from invoking the magic of the market, is there? And wouldn’t it be so ironic if the market helped bring a little bleach to the socialist maggot warren oozing out of Washington?
Go back to your hive and whine silly queen, silly queen.
WIN.
So, just a question, probably for the easterners here. Do y’all normally call pork shoulders Boston butts, or does our friend here just have an unhealthy obsession with pork butts?
Bonus Trig.
I was twelve years old when we moved away from Massachusetts, and about fifteen when Mary Jo Kopechne died and Teddy dissembled and lied to everyone’s face, and sixteen years old when the cowardly, dishonest prick was re-elected to the U.S. Senate. That threw up a red flag for me that never came down.
Then, as Kennedy’s career unfolded, it became clearer and clearer that the basic character of the man as revealed in the small hours of July 19, 1969 was not some sort of aberration. The man was an unprincipled liar and scoundrel, and a moral coward.
How do you put stock in a government that so largely features such a fat, drunk, ignorant, cowardly, overrated commie blowhard?
I never could. Thanks to Ted Kennedy.
ps. Even after moving from Mass. in ‘66, we kept vacationing on ol’ Cape Cod until about 1976 (and me mother lived there again in the ’90s and early aughts.) It was the summer of ‘69, or it might have been the next year, 1970, the whole family piled in the car and took the Edgartown ferry over to Chappaquiddick Island to have a look around, and retrace Kennedy’s steps. We walked across the infamous bridge, and came away from the scene of the crime thinking that there was no way that one could not know the difference between the paved road to the ferry and the sand track road to the bridge, with its beach beyond. And that was the least of Kennedy’s lies.
Is my iPhone broken or is there a problem with the hamsters? They are hiding a lot of comment words under the rolls and such on the right.
Is my iPhone broken or is there a problem with the hamsters?
No, there’s some shit going on with the formatting. It looks weird in both Chrome and Firefox.
And wouldn’t it be so ironic if the market helped bring a little bleach to the socialist maggot warren oozing out of Washington?
This already happened, and apparently you slept right through it.
The “market” took a huge shit on everyone but the banksters and their bought-and-paid-for political and media whores. Which is why when they told us that Teabagging was sweeping the nation, most people just yawned and continued voting for the guys who DIDN’T cause the catastrophe. I mean, who are people to believe – a bunch of Randian wankers or their own lyin’ eyes?
Hey, why not let’s all just have a big whinefest over Herbert Hoover or someone other dumb sack-of-shit conservative politician who’s dead.
Do y’all normally call pork shoulders Boston butts…
Mississippians do.
Otherwise we’d never get rid of these bastards. Teddy last year. Now Bobby Byrd. Neither had the grace to relinquish their grasps until death forced ‘em, and that was the least of their transgressions against free people. In Byrd’s last years, the impression was of one of those ghastly dramas where the demented leader is kept pumped full of drugs and periodically propped on the balcony so that his minions can continue to work their insidiousnesses behind the scenes. I’m sure Byrd’s staff is beyond consolation today, as their cushy ride on the backs of their fellows is at an end, or at least up for change.
May Byrd not rest in peace.
And let me cast the first vote for an entirely fitting epitaph, suitable for carving onto the old bastard’s tombstone.
People aren’t equal. The promise that the United States set out to give was of equal opportunity, the freedom to strive commensurate with one’s abilities. That noble notion has been corrupted into the idea that all people, regardless of their abilities, talents, or even the effort they expend, deserve equal outcomes. Barack and Michelle both put that idiocy in their speeches, and possibly truly believe it, but it’s utter, unworkable, horrendous nonsense. Under the modern liberal regime, people are no longer free to pursue their own happiness, but are continually harangued and threatened into pursuing someone else’s happiness. It’s the destruction of freedom to feed Marx’s perverted notions of equatability, and if you look at the history of the United States, it was the beacon of freedom that thrilled the rest of the world, that spoke to all the downtrodden of the earth. It wasn’t “equatability” or “guaranteed outcomes” that lit up the world, but the freedom to try, the freedom even to fail, but mostly the freedom to choose one’s own way and let ‘er rip.
Most places I have lived called pork shoulder “pork butt.”. Occasionally in Pa. they were “Boston butt.”
Mmmm mmmmmmmm . One Wal*Mart ten pound beef brisket smoked to utter perfection. That’s the second try with that particular cut, and I really think I nailed it this time (not that the previous attempt was inedible, by a long shot.) Around thirteen hours in the smoker in all, which makes for a long day o’ cooking. Fired it up about 6:30 a.m. on Saturday, threw the meat on about 7:40. Fat side up. Tried to keep it at about 215 – 225 F with an assortment of c_harcoals, and about equal parts Mesquite and Hickory (the former smelling quite lovely.) Basted the bottom with Stubb’s mopping sauce after about four hours, then again after another couple, then more frequently until it ran out, and then basted with Stubb’s chicken marinade (which does have a nice tang to it, especially after sitting in the fridge for several months!) After about ten hours the internal temp started to make it up above 120, and after eleven hours it was going through the 130s, at which point I wrapped it in layers of foil and kept the heat steady. Somewhere between twelve and a half and thirteen hours it was finally above 150 and juicy as could be. One guy sez to let it get to 188 F, but that doesn’t seem right to me, somehow, though I may have to try it some time. But, oh boy, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. We ate about a third of the flat just standing there. Worked our way into the point end tonight, and it’s just fabulous. Tender and delicious. Best BBQ we’ve had in this state.
…people are no longer free to pursue their own happiness, but are continually harangued and threatened into pursuing someone else’s happiness.
Shorter troll: telling me trans fat and cigarettes are bad for me is just like HITLER!!!
If donut shops were government owned and operated, and the guy in the back frying donuts was paid $200,000 a year, would donuts be any more or less a few bits of flour and milk with a sugary coating? Would anyone care that the donut man went to Princeton? “Oh, this is sooooo yummy baked by Princeton guy.” Or would everyone fucking wonder what the hell he was doing frying donuts? And the donut fryer. The Princeton grad. He takes pride, day after day, in measuring those ingredients, and waiting until the fryer comes up to temperature? Oh, yeah.
Teaching’s the same. It’s like making donuts. Almost anyone can do it. Even well. Sure, some teachers are complete standouts. But mostly it’s grunt work. Year after year, the faces change, but two plus two is still four, the prepositions haven’t changed, and the condoms still go on with the reservoir tip at the end.
Disenvowellment on Aisle 5…
Oh boy; from the pic I thought this was a post about the Twilight movie. Y’all gotta be more careful…
Rich people are rather more proactive in making sure their extra money is working for them, and, as a byproduct, generating real value for others.
“Freedom” (if it’s ever mentioned at all, these days) and “the free market” are nothing now more than pretty graphics on bottles of snake oil, and the snake oil salesmen of the age have acquired the power to force the stuff down your throat at the point of a gun.
If you’re just paying workers to build a railroad you don’t get to count all the other expensive stuff that goes into making a railroad. To count the track and locomotives that someone else paid for as part of your stimulus is just plain dishonest. With that thinking, you could give the railroad scheme a dollar and count the billions that the thing winds up being worth. It’s just stupid, and yet it’s what this place is awash with.
To add, Boston was a major shipper of meat. Pork shoulder was packed into butts – a kind of barrel. Mr. T&U could probably fill you in on this.
Some unnamed neighborhood teen is in the crosshairs for a charge.
3355 Dixon Road is across a field, almost directly behind the house on Merritt Road that I moved out of and sold. Two houses down from me was a fat kid with a noticeable tendancy to misuse guns. When I bought the place, I found several windows with BB or pellet-like little holes in them, all on the side toward where the fat kid lived. Of course, I couldn’t know for sure how they got there — the place had been abandoned for some time — but it was a good guess as to who it was. Over the next couple of years, I noticed the little monster roaming around with increasingly larger guns, mostly when his parents and grandparents weren’t around, and he’d shoot anything, and indiscriminately in any direction. I caught him one time, peering over my fence with a friend, both with guns, eyeing my many bird feeders, which, had they shot, would have been just past the corner of my house. Another time, I got him in trouble with his grandfather when he took a shot at a red-tailed hawk that had flown down at something in the yard between us. The little rat had it in for me, then, though I never caught him acting on it anymore than muttering under his breath when I was around.
Even so, I always figured, just from the general topography, that it was the people out back, across the field, who were most likely to get the bullets whizzing by.
If it’s the same kid, maybe he’ll get it together after this.
… to force the stuff down your throat at the point of a gun.
It always comes down to your fantasies of having things shoved down your throats with you guys, don’t it.
Why not just make a stop by the Minneapolis airport. You can get what it is that you so desperately crave, and I bet you can even find someone who’s willing to pretend along with you that it was involuntary on your part.
Stinting not, nor sparing, neither half acquiescing, he surpasses himself and then stops, to allow truth’s honorable finish.
Is this thing on? Are the ramparts adequately shored? Have we our wits about us, and are they sufficiently enjoined and bolted to a competent attention span? These are the questions. And worries.
It was somewhat over thirteen years ago that I made my first posts to that conflagration of interests that was alt.current-events.clinton.whitewater, back in ol’ Usenet. I was definitely a neophyte, and during the first year or more was wracked with something akin to fear every time I clicked the send button. Those were my words going out there. They were me, and I would be known by them. The people I admired all seemed more knowledgable and more politically astute than I, and were all excellent writers, and yet I felt compelled to join in with them, to learn what I could, and to add whatever value my voice might carry to the pile.
It was a messy business, but through it all, I learned a lot. I learned ethics and honesty, and saw the flip side of both. I learned to immerse myself in whatever subject I chose to argue, and I learned that quite a few people don’t bother to do that. I learned that there is a right and a wrong and that a little investigation and attention to the essential facts will show which is which. And I learned that there are a lot of incredibly intelligent and thoughtful people in the country and the world, and that virtually none of them hold public office. In many ways, I had my faith in humanity restored via the people I ran into online. I used to be a cynical bastard.
And now here I am, blogging. I have to say that the shadow of the same old thrill was with me the first times I hit the new publish button, but nothing like during my early offerings way back when. I still wonder if I’m getting it, still wonder what new thing there is to learn or understand or fathom on a slightly deeper level. In trying to inject myself into the news stream, I’m reading a lot of people I never read before, and finding many of them enjoyable and informative. I continue to be impressed with the number of smart and capable people out there, even as I realize they are in the minority. I’m not terribly worried about the blog going in any particular direction, or achieving anything of import other than to myself, but rest assured that I will continue to monitor the situation and keep her going forward.
To add, Boston was a major shipper of meat. Pork shoulder was packed into butts – a kind of barrel. Mr. T&U could probably fill you in on this.
Oh, I’m aware of this…I just didn’t know how common that term was.
Common sense has long left the room where the big stew pot cooks with its ghastly mix of bits flayed from the bones of your compatriots, and while you may see through some of the delusions that are the accepted wisdoms of your party, you’ve still got the bone firmly planted in your nose. Your agenda of Cannibal Lite is trussed up with the same corrupt premises that power the other cannibals, except that they’ve been at it a lot longer than you have, and they’re not about to let you peel so much as a pinky finger off the lip of the communal spittoon. Don’t quit your day job. At least it’s honest.
Pork was packing into butts…are you saying abattoirs are run by Republicans?
Oh, please Mike. Don’t stop. Keep thrilling us with your wisdom. We all care about every iota of a thought that crosses your mind. Please, please, please keep writing non-stop. Some day you will be recognized as the great writer you are.
Is disemvoweling still used around these parts?
Annoying spam troll is annoying.
If donut shops were government owned and operated, and the guy in the back frying donuts was paid $200,000 a year, would donuts be any more or less a few bits of flour and milk with a sugary coating? Would anyone care that the donut man went to Princeton? “Oh, this is sooooo yummy baked by Princeton guy.” Or would everyone fucking wonder what the hell he was doing frying donuts? And the donut fryer. The Princeton grad. He takes pride, day after day, in measuring those ingredients, and waiting until the fryer comes up to temperature? Oh, yeah.
Teaching’s the same. It’s like making donuts. Almost anyone can do it. Even well. Sure, some teachers are complete standouts. But mostly it’s grunt work. Year after year, the faces change, but two plus two is still four, the prepositions haven’t changed, and the condoms still go on with the reservoir tip at the end.
Rich people are rather more proactive in making sure their extra money is working for them, and, as a byproduct, generating real value for others.
“Freedom” (if it’s ever mentioned at all, these days) and “the free market” are nothing now more than pretty graphics on bottles of snake oil, and the snake oil salesmen of the age have acquired the power to force the stuff down your throat at the point of a gun.
If you’re just paying workers to build a railroad you don’t get to count all the other expensive stuff that goes into making a railroad. To count the track and locomotives that someone else paid for as part of your stimulus is just plain dishonest. With that thinking, you could give the railroad scheme a dollar and count the billions that the thing winds up being worth. It’s just stupid, and yet it’s what this place is awash with.
Is there such a thing as disem-nouning? Might be neato.
carrion-eating leftist shriek-monsters I humbly bring to light, when it was the left itself that attacked Sullivan for gaying around like a big gay.
Mister Gavin sir, you use yer words purtier than a twenty dollar whore.
Of perfect pork.
Breaking all the rules, but it turned out to be too good not to have tried. I’m talking about the pulled pork recipe in the Jan/Feb issue of Cook’s Illustrated. Yes, don’t tell anyone, but it’s barbecue done in the oven, with yellow mustard and liquid smoke, no less. Horrible. Until you eat it.
I never worked with liquid smoke before, but there’s nothing to it. At least, according to the label. No calories, no carbs, no vitamins, no salt, no fats, nothing. Just pure hickory flavor ensconced in some kind of mysterious liquid. Yes, it’s slightly ersatz hickory flavor, but only very slightly. I mean, very, very slightly. And ultimately non-obtrusive, which is good in a taste-based product.
So, that’s a Boston Butt, butterflied (per the mag) to increase surface area to increase the amount of tasty crust, brined (four quarts of water, a cup of salt, a third cup of sugar, three tablespoons of smoke) for a couple hours, slathered with yellow mustard and a very small amount of additional smoke, then crusted with rub (make yer own), baked (sealed, aluminum-wise, in a shallow pan) for three hours at 325, and then unsealed for another hour and a half, or until the chunk reaches two hundred degrees, whichever comes first. Drippings, if any, should be collected and incorporated into some sauce. There were virtually no drippings, today.
And the crowd went wild.
Wow! You gotta see this! Soja @ 16:47 is claiming that Thomas “All men are created equal” Jefferson is an un-American Marxist.
Perhaps someday he’ll figure out that rich people are more “pro-active” with their money because they have it not because they are God’s sainted elect … nah, that’s asking too much …
It’s time for the big push, but it’s raining, so what the hell.
I’m talking about another 2400 to 3000 pounds of concrete that needs to be dumped in the lake. Or between the lake and the homestead, in carefully defined piles, before the Spring waters rise and make work impossible. And that’s on top of the 3460 pounds already mixed and installed this year. If I kept track of things last year, I’ve misplaced the stats, but we’ve already surpassed those previous efforts.
The thing is, the economics of concrete, at least as it pertains to concrete in the form of Quikrete, or the premixed stuff that only needs a little water to set it free, is somewhat puzzling.
Last year, being new to the concrete game, and new to the heave ho of heavy bags of rocks, I bought a seemingly endless stream of 40 lb. bags, and was able to slash and dump them straight into the mixer. But a 40 lb. bag at Lowe’s costs $2.84, while 80 lb bags go for $3.85, at least at one store. Over the course of scores of bags, that difference adds up, as the kids would say if they could get interested in math.
This year, being the newly cost conscious earnest fellow that I am, and also being cognizant of the fact that all the big boys buy 80 lb. bags, and that the extra exercise would be good for me, I started buying ‘em big.
Well, Lowe’s is twenty three miles away, with a town or two in between, and it’s a drag to have to go that far just for ten bags of ‘crete. Galloway’s Ace Hardware, on the other hand, is only eight miles away. The trouble is, Ace Hardware in Spring City wants $5.19 per 80 lb. bag. It’s ridiculous. I bought a couple loads there, but no more.
Then, this weekend, I chauffeured Sweet Cheeks to a Chattanooga do where she spent the weekend, and on trips back up the pike, stopped at the Lowe’s in Dayton, and they were letting bags of Quikrete go for $3.46 each. That’s a twenty six mile trip, one way from here, but it’s the way to go, man. I’ll drive past Galloway’s every time, and it’s their loss. That’s $1.73 per bag, or $17.30 per trip, plus the state’s share of the thievery. I can do the math.
It browses nicely. I’m posting with it (seems to have the same problem as Opera 9.5 with Fckeditor sticking in a blank first line that isn’t really there, though that may reflect my older version of Fckeditor. The blank line disappears when the post goes public.)
Chrome is fast. It seems to load pages quickly, and it certainly processes Javascript very quickly. The map on my visitor map page (“U.S. only” button) with 3346 markers to lay down, pops up in about fifteen seconds, MUCH faster than in Opera.
The interface is uncluttered, but there isn’t a lot to it, yet. No email client, fer instance. Not a lot of Options. Etc.
Chrome’s memory management features are prominently touted, so I opened the same twenty pages I had open in Opera with it, and used Chrome’s own “About: memory” feature to compare the two.
Chrome Total memory: 180,888k.
Opera Total memory: 121,132k.
Chrome Virtual memory: (Private) 266,112k (Mapped) 26,248k
Opera Virtual memory: (Private) 290,016k (Mapped) 3,612k
Taking it at face value, it looks like Opera beats Chrome handily in memory management.
Inneresting. IE is ridiculous, and I won’t even try a new version unless I see months and months of glowing recommendations, and I see the odds on that as rather long. Even in beta, I put Chrome ahead of Firefox (which I’ve never liked) but I’ll keep Opera running for the foreseeable footcher.
Shortly: “The following plug-in has crashed: Shockwave Flash”. That’s why they call it “Beta”. And Oops! Someone’s ad (spam) pop-up popped up. Definitely a no-no around here.
How long did the troll spend stuffing his quiver* in preparation for this morning’s spewage?*
*yes they are, if you like.
As long as it’s not when *they* start the assassinations.
(cf Breitbart’s small penis)
Let me expand on this point:
Take Mike Blowya here. He can’t come out and confront us directly. He doesn’t have the guts to stand toe-to-toe and make a case for his point of view. He doesn’t have the courage of his convictions.
All he can do is sit around and wave the flag and wank to Ann Coulter and think “what a good American I am” but when push comes to shove, when the time to PROVE how good an American he is, not only doesn’t he pick up a gun and man a post, he can’t even TALK to someone who is different from him.
That, in a nutshell, is the entire right wing. And that’s why they don’t scare me.
Always. Trust. The. Shorter.™
Hey, Gav? When you gonna ban Mike Blowya?
. And that’s why they don’t scare me.
Cowards in large groups can take stupid actions that resemble bravery. They don’t scare me individually, but they have to be stopped as a movement.
and if you look at the history of the United States, it was the beacon of freedom that thrilled the rest of the world, that spoke to all the downtrodden of the earth.
Except for the millions of the downtrodden that we, you know, blew up. Including the rightful owners of said country.
Mmmm mmmmmmmm . One Wal*Mart ten pound beef brisket smoked to utter perfection. That’s the second try with that particular cut, and I really think I nailed it this time (not that the previous attempt was inedible, by a long shot.) Around thirteen hours in the smoker in all, which makes for a long day o’ cooking. Fired it up about 6:30 a.m. on Saturday, threw the meat on about 7:40. Fat side up. Tried to keep it at about 215 – 225 F with an assortment of c_harcoals, and about equal parts Mesquite and Hickory (the former smelling quite lovely.) Basted the bottom with Stubb’s mopping sauce after about four hours, then again after another couple, then more frequently until it ran out, and then basted with Stubb’s chicken marinade (which does have a nice tang to it, especially after sitting in the fridge for several months!) After about ten hours the internal temp started to make it up above 120, and after eleven hours it was going through the 130s, at which point I wrapped it in layers of foil and kept the heat steady. Somewhere between twelve and a half and thirteen hours it was finally above 150 and juicy as could be. One guy sez to let it get to 188 F, but that doesn’t seem right to me, somehow, though I may have to try it some time. But, oh boy, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. We ate about a third of the flat just standing there. Worked our way into the point end tonight, and it’s just fabulous. Tender and delicious. Best BBQ we’ve had in this state.
They don’t scare me individually, but they have to be stopped as a movement.
Which is why I mentioned assassinations.
A recent “Quote of the day” at Samizdata tried putting some of our lost freedoms in perspective:
… or perhaps “they” would have accused you of indulging in some alleged slippery slope fallacy. But the erosion of liberties is indisputable, and continues
Nearly two years ago I moved to a heap of a house in rural Ohio. I got a good deal on the place partly because the previous owner was such a lazy pig that she didn’t want to have Carbon Releaseto deal with all the junk in the place. So me ‘n Sweet Cheeks got to sort through it all, but that also meant that we had a lot to dispose of. I rented a dumpster for the stuff we couldn’t burn, and made big piles out back of the stuff we could. At some point one of my new neighbors cautioned us about burning the wrong kind of stuff, and said that another neighbor had gotten popped with a nice little fine for burning shingles, or some such.
So we got on the horn to check with the fire department. They couldn’t help us. Or rather, they wouldn’t help us. Nope, we were directed to call the EPA. Yeah, the Feds. You need to get permission from the Feds now, for a little backyard fire in rural Ohio.
Needless to say, we declined the honor, and went ahead with several burns, wondering each time if and when we’d be surrounded and officially made criminals. It hasn’t happened, yet, but the big hibachi is full again, and the pile off to the side is bigger than any ever before. It’s wonderful living in fear of the state.
Anyone got a light?
Royal PENIS
Hey, MikeBlowya….serious question:
Are you related to King Tut?
Pork was packing into butts…are you saying abattoirs are run by Republicans?
Around here we take pulled pork from a Boston butt, then stick the pulled pork in between two buns. With slaw.
Rich people are rather more proactive in making sure their extra money is working for them, and, as a byproduct, generating real value for others.
I loved how their CDS put breakfast on my table.
Which is why I mentioned assassinations.
Aerial spraying is probably more effective.
More PENIS
It’s time for the big push, but it’s raining, so what the hell.
I’m talking about another 2400 to 3000 pounds of concrete that needs to be dumped in the lake. Or between the lake and the homestead, in carefully defined piles, before the Spring waters rise and make work impossible. And that’s on top of the 3460 pounds already mixed and installed this year. If I kept track of things last year, I’ve misplaced the stats, but we’ve already surpassed those previous efforts.
The thing is, the economics of concrete, at least as it pertains to concrete in the form of Quikrete, or the premixed stuff that only needs a little water to set it free, is somewhat puzzling.
Last year, being new to the concrete game, and new to the heave ho of heavy bags of rocks, I bought a seemingly endless stream of 40 lb. bags, and was able to slash and dump them straight into the mixer. But a 40 lb. bag at Lowe’s costs $2.84, while 80 lb bags go for $3.85, at least at one store. Over the course of scores of bags, that difference adds up, as the kids would say if they could get interested in math.
This year, being the newly cost conscious earnest fellow that I am, and also being cognizant of the fact that all the big boys buy 80 lb. bags, and that the extra exercise would be good for me, I started buying ‘em big.
Well, Lowe’s is twenty three miles away, with a town or two in between, and it’s a drag to have to go that far just for ten bags of ‘crete. Galloway’s Ace Hardware, on the other hand, is only eight miles away. The trouble is, Ace Hardware in Spring City wants $5.19 per 80 lb. bag. It’s ridiculous. I bought a couple loads there, but no more.
Then, this weekend, I chauffeured Sweet Cheeks to a Chattanooga do where she spent the weekend, and on trips back up the pike, stopped at the Lowe’s in Dayton, and they were letting bags of Quikrete go for $3.46 each. That’s a twenty six mile trip, one way from here, but it’s the way to go, man. I’ll drive past Galloway’s every time, and it’s their loss. That’s $1.73 per bag, or $17.30 per trip, plus the state’s share of the thievery. I can do the math.
Around here we take pulled pork from a Boston butt, then stick the pulled pork in between two buns. With slaw.
Group sex?
Slaw…TUBS of slaw. And inside, it’s delicious!
Aerial spraying is probably more effective.
With a .50 cal? Agreed!
Oh, for FUCK’S sake.
I’m all about fucking for fuck’s sake, but what’s up?
After labors, we languished by the lake, and at some point became aware that we were hearing what we thought was a kid yelling the same indistinguishable thing over and over. It was a longish phrase, like “yow yow mo YOW!” It sounded like a kid, but a very obnoxious kid, yelling (not screaming) the same thing over and over. Sweet Cheeks wondered if someone was in distress, but I observed that the tone seemed remarkably consistent and repetitious over a relatively long period of time, and that if the situation were dire surely there would be some evidence of it in an evolving tone. Another neighbor, out in the open, closer to the noise, seemed unconcerned.
We eventually toodled back into the house, I, to my computer, and Sweet Cheeks to her reading sofa. But Sweet Cheeks kept hearing the yelling, and said it sounded like, “Help”, so I went out to listen more closely, and she followed. The yells, which we’d originally heard coming from the left end of the next street over, were now coming from the right end of that street, down in the woodsy section. We still couldn’t make out what the yells were about, but they came relentlessly, every six or eight seconds, somewhere in a hyena’s or monkey’s range, rather high. It could have been one long drawn out word, or a couple of muddled words.
But something was amiss, so we moseyed up to the car and drove around. Down the dead end road across the way, we found an old lady leaning on a broom in the middle of a yard next to an uninhabited house screaming, “Heeeeeellllllllllllllp!”, although if I hadn’t seen her yell it, I still wouldn’t have known what she was yelling.
So, we told her we were there to help, that she would be okay, etc., found out she was lost, couldn’t walk any further, etc. Inconsistencies. Not a lot of anything solid, though she proclaimed to know her own name rather forcefully. She claimed to be visiting, but didn’t know the people she was staying with, and that they probably wouldn’t miss her. But she did insist that she was on the right street.
We put her in the car, and I walked while Sweet Cheeks drove, back up the street, looking for clues, until we got to the more main road, and right there a dog came out to bark at us, and the lady said that the people she was visiting had dogs, and Sweet Cheeks said to go knock, and I did, and after about ninety minutes, all the while the tiny dog barking, a man opened the door and I inquired, “I hate to bother you, but are you by any chance missing a lady named XXXXX?”, and the man said, “Yes, we are.”
And so, after another long sixty minutes, he came out and tossed out the word “dementia” more as an admonishment than something informative, and took our charge back in tow.
The remarkable thing is all those people who were occupying their houses on that street this evening. The lady walked past all of them yelling her yell.
Sweet Cheeks says we’re to put labels and tags on all our clothes with our name, address, and phone number. I said that we should have chips implanted, but then remembered that we live in Tennessee.
I’m all about fucking for fuck’s sake, but what’s up?
Nothing. The troll is starting to annoy me.
Oh, for FUCK’S sake.
I was using Safari at work until ten minutes ago. Now: Firefox, Greasemonkey, and dancing badgers galore.
It’s so weird how come Mike Blowya keeps posting Veiled Gay Sex References, like pork butts and hardware stories.
I was using Safari at work until ten minutes ago. Now: Firefox, Greasemonkey, and dancing badgers galore.
For whatever weird reason, Firefox keeps starting in safe mode and disabling all my extensions, so I can’t get Greasemonkey to work. I’m seriously considering re-installing it.
The troll is starting to annoy me.
He’ll run out of gas soon. In the meantime, Sadly, No powers that be ought to start checking the newsfeed’s recent subscribers.
To the person whose small bag of groceries somehow ended up in our cart yesterday: Your bacon isn’t salty enough.
Dammit.
I blame the bagger, though it was me that spotted the bag at the end of the checkout and assumed it was ours. I reached for it, and the lady asked, “Are those yours?”, or something to that effect, and I glanced in the bag, saw a pack of bacon sitting on top of another package of meat, which I assumed was the pack of bacon and the packet of hamburger that I purchased, and said, “Yeah.”
Back at home, there was some confusion. You see, Sweet Cheeks and I had pushed separate carts in various directions and met up at the checkout. Initially, she was going to pay for hers and I was going to pay for mine, but earlier I’d stiffed her out of $20, and after several smart remarks on this and that, the little divider between our piles disappeared and I paid for it all. So when we got home and four or five nice dark chocolate bars fell out of a bag we each thought the other had been up to something. I thought she was hoarding chocolate, and she thought I was being sweet by buying her chocolate. But I couldn’t take credit for it. It was a mystery. She put the groceries away. And then later, when I went to get the burger out of the fridge, what should I pull out first but a package of beef stew meat, about the same size as the pack of burger. And then we found the extra pack of bacon. So we got someone else’s bag along with all of our own.
And the chocolate now has a bite or two out of it.
If the person who lost his groceries at the Kingston Kroger sees this, I owe you about ten or twelve bucks.
Well, you can also be a beacon of fucking up the other guy.
It’s so weird how come Mike Blowya keeps posting Veiled Gay Sex References, like pork butts and hardware stories.
And salty bacon.
Firefox keeps starting in safe mode and disabling all my extensions
Good advice if you were in a high-school sex-ed class. Otherwise, possibly excessive protection.
Well, you can also be a beacon of fucking up the other guy.
Ummmmmm…..imperialist bacon…..
It’s so weird how come Mike Blowya keeps posting Veiled Gay Sex References, like pork butts and hardware stories.
And salty bacon.
It’s almost like he’s a Bottom Chef!
Is Mike Soja really James Lileks? There’s something about his mixture of tediously cataloging day to day minutiae and right wing spew that seems awfully familiar.
Al Gore’s whore (whether he banged her or not, she’s still his whore), Laurie David, spun a book off the movie she whored for Gore, the book being the “Down-to-Earth Guide to Global Warming”. That book is the object of my title, there.
The book has at least one glaring error in it, that has allowed some pretend-responsible types in some school district to declare that they are suspending use of the book until said glaring error is rectified in some future edition. Note that the folks at Omaha.com can’t be bothered to describe in any detail whatsoever what the glaring error is. Likewise, know that if there are any other errors (which there are), they won’t be describing those, either.
What the fuck is such a book doing in any school, anyway, is my question. It’s PLAINLY propaganda. It doesn’t help kids learn math. It doesn’t help kids learn to read. It’s like Soviet bullshit propaganda from fifty years ago, dressed up with modern computer typography and graphics. And is global warming propaganda now part of the national curriculum? Or are sales of such pieces of trash to the federal education establishment one of the perks for being whore for an ex-vice president of the federal conglomerate?
The only cheerful part of this crap is reading one or two of the reviews of the book at Amazon.com:
… sandwiched in amongst the true believer morons.
Why is this crap in U.S. schools? Because the schools are government schools, and government schools are in the business of pushing collectivist, big government propaganda.
Re: Mike Soja:
Survey sez: IP filtering!
There’s something about his mixture of tediously cataloging day to day minutiae and right wing spew that seems awfully familiar
We should be flattered that Mike Blowya expended all that time and effort to try to unnerve Sadly, No!
It’s really a testament to the power of humour and withering snarcasm that he listened to his inner asshole¹
¹VAliensButtsecksR
I mean, think about it. The little coward must have spent an entire night, at least, if not a week, searching the net for what he considered good blogjamming material. He carefully copied and pasted it to a text file, and had to save the file to his hard drive. Each new thread, he has to open the file and remember precisely which bit he hadn’t posted yet, then carefully copy and paste that.
In short…WE PWN HIS ASS!
Each new thread, he has to open the file and remember precisely which bit he hadn’t posted yet, then carefully copy and paste that.
Nope. Before I kill-filed him, I noticed repeats.
Vandam showcases “The Great Global Warming Swindle”, which I hadn’t seen before. It’s an hour and a quarter of rational excellence.
Relatedly, it’s getting harder and harder to turn over one of global warming’s putative rocks and not find a cold blooded snake hiding in the muck beneath. The American Thinker notes the malfeasance at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, as well as at NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies. Likewise, the U.K.’s Times heaps well deserved scorn on the United Nations.
There appears to be an indisputable correlation between the increase in governmental bodies and the rise in global fraud. Something drastic should be done about it. It might even be that there is finally a valid reason to apply the precautionary principle in such regards.
Nope. Before I kill-filed him, I noticed repeats.
He’s a right winger. Which part of that made you think he’d be perfect?
actor212:
Nah. Anyone with access to an online dictionary, a random number generator, and rudimentary programming skills could generate posts indistinguishable from Soja’s. If he’s not being paid by the word to post here, then he’s an incredible chump.
Economic shortsidedness is breaking out all around. In Britain certain parties are clamoring for the same partiality that the German government has granted the like factions in that country. The gist of it is that the respective governments will heavily subsidize the purchase of a new car, if one has a nine year old or older car to haul to the scrap yard. Auto manufacturers are delighted, as are the scrap yard people, as are those in the market for new cars.
But, as Bastiat so elegantly and famously pointed out, there is the seen and the unseen. That which is seen are the new cars parked around the council houses, and the increase in sales down at the big auto plants. What is not seen is the distortion the scheme sets wriggling throughout the economy. There is no such thing as an even partially free car.
The Germans are offering €2,500 per old car, while the Brits are thinking that £2,000 ought to do the trick. Obviously, if one owns an older model that is worth more than those amounts, it makes no sense whatsoever to take the state up on its offer. Even those whose cars are worth less than but close to the offered rebate amount will likely not be enticed if they weren’t already thinking about a new car, since the trade-in, etc., compared to the government’s offer is a near wash. In fact, the scheme becomes gradually more enticing the closer the trade-in’s value is to zero. Those with the junkiest cars achieve the greatest savings. Additionally, I would not be surprised to learn that whatever used car market there is in Germany has been completely disrupted, for, by government fiat, any used car is now automatically worth €2,500. Looking for that cheapo to get you to that new job and back? Sorry. It was already snapped up at €500 to trade in at the €2,500 rate for a new one. Any Auto von Bismark used car dealer worth his name would have immediately seen the worth in pricing his goods appropriately. And all those cars newly arrived at the scrap yards? They’re no longer available at any price. Perhaps you would be interested in something two-wheeled and motorless? Very green, fights global warming, heil liberal fascism!
And what of the €2,500 and the £2,000 amounts taken from the earnest citizenry in the form of taxes to pay for these schemes? The things that that money might have purchased also belong to that which is not seen. Germany’s taxpayers are all the poorer for buying up junk cars at inflated prices. Don’t forget to include the monies spent and debts incurred that might otherwise been distributed throughout the economy (or put toward debt retirement!) had it not been for the government’s perverse incentive. How many littler purchases are being put off until later, or never made at all, so that cars can be bought now while the government monies are still available?
And, as the second link above points out, there are further knock on effects. The perverse government-granted incentives encourage people to buy cars now, while the money lasts, cars that might otherwise have been purchased next year. The auto companies are therefore ringing up next year’s business this year, which might seen like a good thing now, but come next year when nearly everyone that wanted a new car already has one, what then? Factories need steady work, not to be opened and closed with the whims of the shortsighted political class.
Bollocks on all of it.
Seriously, Mike Blowya, are you related to King Tut?
Nope. Before I kill-filed him, I noticed repeats.
Yeah, that crap about barbecue and the pond have been up at least 3-4 times.
Our culture is a people’s culture; our cultural workers must serve the people with great enthusiasm and devotion, and they must link themselves with the masses, not divorce themselves from the masses. In order to do so, they must act in accordance with the needs and wishes of the masses. All work done for the masses must start from their needs and not from the desire of any individual, however well-intentioned. It often happens that objectively the masses need a certain change, but subjectively they are not yet conscious of the need, not yet willing or determined to make the change. In such cases, we should wait patiently. We should not make the change until, through our work, most of the masses have become conscious of the need and are willing and determined to carry it out. Otherwise we shall isolate ourselves from the masses. Unless they are conscious and willing, any kind of work that requires their participation will turn out to be a mere formality and will fail. The saying “Haste does not bring success” does not mean that we should not make haste, but that we should not be impetuous; impetuosity leads only to failure. This is true in any kind of work, and particularly in the cultural and educational work the aim of which is to transform the thinking of the masses. There are two principles here: one is the actual needs of the masses rather than what we fancy they need, and the other is the wishes of the masses, who must make up their own minds instead of our making up their minds for them.
Yeah, that crap about barbecue and the pond have been up at least 3-4 times.
In the same thread? I hadn’t noticed. It just means he chose to limit his creativity.
Mmmm mmmmmmmm . One Wal*Mart ten pound beef brisket smoked to utter perfection. That’s the second try with that particular cut, and I really think I nailed it this time (not that the previous attempt was inedible, by a long shot.) Around thirteen hours in the smoker in all, which makes for a long day o’ cooking. Fired it up about 6:30 a.m. on Saturday, threw the meat on about 7:40. Fat side up. Tried to keep it at about 215 – 225 F with an assortment of c_harcoals, and about equal parts Mesquite and Hickory (the former smelling quite lovely.) Basted the bottom with Stubb’s mopping sauce after about four hours, then again after another couple, then more frequently until it ran out, and then basted with Stubb’s chicken marinade (which does have a nice tang to it, especially after sitting in the fridge for several months!) After about ten hours the internal temp started to make it up above 120, and after eleven hours it was going through the 130s, at which point I wrapped it in layers of foil and kept the heat steady. Somewhere between twelve and a half and thirteen hours it was finally above 150 and juicy as could be. One guy sez to let it get to 188 F, but that doesn’t seem right to me, somehow, though I may have to try it some time. But, oh boy, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. We ate about a third of the flat just standing there. Worked our way into the point end tonight, and it’s just fabulous. Tender and delicious. Best BBQ we’ve had in this state!
Of perfect pork.
Breaking all the rules, but it turned out to be too good not to have tried. I’m talking about the pulled pork recipe in the Jan/Feb issue of Cook’s Illustrated. Yes, don’t tell anyone, but it’s barbecue done in the oven, with yellow mustard and liquid smoke, no less. Horrible. Until you eat it.
I never worked with liquid smoke before, but there’s nothing to it. At least, according to the label. No calories, no carbs, no vitamins, no salt, no fats, nothing. Just pure hickory flavor ensconced in some kind of mysterious liquid. Yes, it’s slightly ersatz hickory flavor, but only very slightly. I mean, very, very slightly. And ultimately non-obtrusive, which is good in a taste-based product.
So, that’s a Boston Butt, butterflied (per the mag) to increase surface area to increase the amount of tasty crust, brined (four quarts of water, a cup of salt, a third cup of sugar, three tablespoons of smoke) for a couple hours, slathered with yellow mustard and a very small amount of additional smoke, then crusted with rub (make yer own), baked (sealed, aluminum-wise, in a shallow pan) for three hours at 325, and then unsealed for another hour and a half, or until the chunk reaches two hundred degrees, whichever comes first. Drippings, if any, should be collected and incorporated into some sauce. There were virtually no drippings, today.
And the crowd went wild.
In the same thread? I hadn’t noticed. It just means he chose to limit his creativity.
I have no idea. I’m trying not to pay attention.
Mike Blowya has a meat fetish. Especially snoking butts.
Look at the little chicken: he reads our posts after all.
Pity he doesn’t have the mansack to either go away or take us on face-to-face. Must suck being forced to hide in the shadows and toss rocks.
In these times of tumult, strife, and rampant incompetence, one never quite knows exactly where to point the ignominious finger of blame. It’s troublesome.
Is it the ubiquitously rotten state of reportage, or the hubris fevered megalomania of the frustrated despot, or simply just a nebulous ineffable misty morning something missing from the otherwise exemplary public educations of all involved.
I say, “Yes.”
First up is a post by Keith Johnson on a Wall Street Journal blog titled, A Heated Exchange: Al Gore Confronts His Critic(s), purporting to highlight Gore’s (non-)response to Bjorn Lomborg, a socialist who criticizes Gore’s blather from a social priority perspective. Directly under the headline is an embedded video, but all that’s in it is Gore’s well practiced hand gestures and a T. Boone Pickens moment where the two mutually respect and admire each other. Nothing heated about it, unless watching corpulence admire itself gets your heart pumping.
Further down the post, where Lomborg does appear, Johnson writes:
So, can we trust the reporting of Johnson? That exchange isn’t in the associated video. How do we know the words as written reflect Gore’s answer as it was given? Because, you see, it doesn’t matter one whit if the “island nation of the Maldives” voted to jump off a cliff in celebration of Gore’s birthday as to the “matter of theory or conjecture” about the validity of global warming science. If enough people raise their hands to the question, “Who believes the moon is made of green cheese?” are we suddenly to assume that yes, yes it is? Nonsense.
So, who is the moron here? Is it Gore? Johnson? Both?
I say, “Yes.”
Can we posit that if Gore and Johnson are blithering idiots in one respect that they might also be blithering idiots in others? Not definitely, but we can certainly begin to suspect it.
Elsewhere, the ever-increasing contingents of whackos are all over the oh-so-cleverly punctuated Eco:nomics summit with Gore, determined to save us all with their earnest vapidities. Here’s David Roberts, who could be one of those Wal-Mart price-gouging smiley faces, if Wal-Mart weren’t so indisputably evil:
Hm. I wonder….do you think Mike Blowya might be Andrew Breitblart? He only shows up on threads about Big Failwood…
So we got on the horn to check with the fire department. They couldn’t help us. Or rather, they wouldn’t help us. Nope, we were directed to call the EPA. Yeah, the Feds. You need to get permission from the Feds now, for a little backyard fire in rural Ohio.
Needless to say, we declined the honor, and went ahead with several burns, wondering each time if and when we’d be surrounded and officially made criminals. It hasn’t happened, yet, but the big hibachi is full again, and the pile off to the side is bigger than any ever before. It’s wonderful living in fear of the state.
Oh honey, you wouldn’t know a state of fear if it bit you in the ass hard enough to draw blood.
Get out of the country someday and take a trip to Cuba, maybe see what it’s like to have a secret police with unlimited powers of observation, detention and torture watching your every move. Or post-Saddam Iraq, where for three years the only law were the bloodthirsty death squads and the American soldiers who leaned back and watched them indulge themselves without lifting a finger. Or occupied Palestine, with continuing theft of property and land, mass detentions, night raids, house demolitions, illegal checkpoints and recurring blockades and aerial bombings hanging over your life your entire time.
I’m sorry, what was your sob story again? That the law requires you to place one fucking phone call before starting a bonfire? That’s it? That’s your “state of fear” story? My heart bleeds for your sheltered, pampered ass.
The “five excesses” consist of an excess of assignments, an excess of meetings and training courses, an excess of documents, written reports and statistical forms, an excess of organizations, and an excess of side jobs for activists.
Commie bureaucrat Tom Kilgore, head of the “12,000-employee federal corporation” that’s been squatting on Tennessee and six other states for seventy five years, is going around pretending he’s at the helm of a private corporation:
What a load of fucking hooey.
No one has yet lost a job over the Emory River ash spill, and no one is going to.
And none of the blithering idiots at the TVA, Kilgore included, is going to miraculously become more competent out of a sense of newfound duty, no matter how earnestly the blithering idiot Kilgore wishes it. They’re not playing with their own money. There’s no danger that their employer will be dissolved. Their boss didn’t have the balls to find one single person to cashier for stacking that dike to over-capacity, and certainly didn’t have the honesty to step down himself for not having someone in place to be responsible. Nor is the TVA facing the obligations of its negligence and malfeasance with honor. It is still contending numerous and various lawsuits on the grounds that it is the government, and therefore exempt from the responsibility of its actions. Nor is the TVA treating the people directly affected by its transgressions with dignity or honor.
The TVA needs to be rendered null and void, and its operations and debt-riddled assets auctioned off to the highest bidders, and Kilgore and his cronies sent out into the real world to try to pawn their incompetencies in the private market.
ps. That link was floated across the room by Sweet Cheeks, herself.
That the law requires you to place one fucking phone call before starting a bonfire? That’s it? That’s your “state of fear” story?
Yea, because, you know, God forbid the fire department shouldn’t show up after responding to all the false alarms.
The little coward must have spent an entire night, at least, if not a week, searching the net for what he considered good blogjamming material.
Methinks he just quoting those books of crazy that John Doe wrote in the movie Se7en.
Hey, T&U?
Can you show us your boobs, please?
Pairs of ragged claws scuttling gingerly across the floors of silent seas. Or turnips. Or something less alive, and therefore less an abomination upon the face of the deep.
So says, so to speak, J. Alfred Milquetoast, masquerading as Dave S. Reay in a New Scientist article titled, Five eco-crimes we commit every day.
J’accuse! (the crimes): Coffee. Toilet Paper. Fashion. Laundry. Food wastage. Civilization!
Okay, I added that last, but that’s what it comes down to. By Reay’s way of thinking, all human endeavor can be pegged as lesser or greater transgressions against some unnamed transient purity of the imagination. He invites his readers to add to his list, and they do. SUVs! American Cars! (only “American”?) “Exon / Shell that kept fuel efficient tech out of the market.” Chopsticks. Laundry dryers. Water heaters. Children! Household electronics. Clothes ironing! Shaving!! Veal!!!
Personally, I have seen my neighbor wearing new shirts and drinking coffee. Should I report him? There should be a LAW!!!!
Incriminational confession: It’s seventy seven point four degrees Fahrenheit at desk level, this moment, a little cool (though it’s only forty six degrees outside), and the heat is coming from a burning tree that a guy up the road ripped out of the ground with a large backhoe, and that my neighbor and I sliced up with two-cycle chainsaws (spewing oil off their chains), and then split with a gas powered log splitter. And the electric bill was $120 less last month than for the same period a year ago. Should I kill myself now, or just sign up for reeducation if I don’t have to drive too far for it?
Via: Belmont Club
ps. It’s now a comfortable 79.5 F. And Sweet Cheeks (to whom I have been blissfully wedded a quickly passing 363 days) reminds me that I did build her a magnificent compost box last Spring, and that both compartments are stuffed to the gills.
We keep shoving stuff into it, and the stuff keeps disappearing. Is it spewing gases? We hope so. We hope we get a shovelful or two of garden nurturing goodness out of the thing next Spring. For all our trouble, you know.
We wallow in redemption.
Throw another tree on the fire!
Mike Soja can only wish he was sporting the package I had.
Methinks he just quoting those books of crazy that John Doe wrote in the movie Se7en.
Doesn’t matter. We’re still in his head. That’s all that counts. He’s our little fanboi, and he simply must take care of us.
Can you show us your boobs, please?
Gladly, if it will get this guy to shut the fuck up.
***droool***
So, we’re cruising back from the grocery store, yesterday, contemplating various wonders, and Sweet Cheeks is reviewing Facebook blurbs in her head, something about her kids coming for Thanksgiving, and she mentally appends a “Yippee” to her thought comment, and then is mentally reviewing the word “Yippee” when we fly across a small bump in the road and I let out a “Yippee!”
So, she’s looking at me funny, and asks, “Why did you say Yippee?” and I’m wondering if it’s a trick question, and refuse to answer.
…
So, later, I finish installing the knobs and pulls (thank you, eBay) on the kitchen cabinets and the kitchen is DONE, a little more than five weeks after we started.
And then, later, I finish attaching the catches to the little doors in the hearth we built, and that job is DONE (except for painting), several months after it was begun.
And the kids walk in, and it’s Thanksgiving!
And today the sun is shining.
Yippee!
The machine in the corner is getting noisier and noisier. I bought it almost six and a half years ago, and it’s been running almost the entire time, twenty four hours a day, except when the power to the house goes out.
A few years ago, I burned out the main audio while plugging headphones into the speaker jack. I thought the whole thing was going to burn up, but it didn’t. I’ve been running the sound out of the headphone jacks on the front of the case since then, and the sound is a little dull, but it’s better than the sound of silence. Occasionally the smell of fried electronics still comes floating out of the case.
Sometime in the last year the thing decided it won’t do a cold boot without errors. I don’t know if there’s a battery gone dead in some secret place, but it doesn’t know what day or year it is between startups. It says it can’t find one of the drive controllers, but all the drives are working, as far as I can tell, though I haven’t tried to burn a CD for a while. No BIOS changes stick. If the power goes out, I have to boot the machine twice before it presents itself to the network. That one seems a little weird. It also has developed the highly annoying practice of rapidly disconnecting and reconnecting to USB devices.
The manufacturer has gone out of business.
The last few weeks, one of the fans in there is starting to go haywire. For some reason, my first reaction is to think it’s the power supply, but it’s probably just the fan on the power supply. And it’s getting worse.
Oh, and while the hard drive hasn’t given a bit of trouble, it’s 99% full. And that’s after I’ve been offloading my oldest digital pics to an auxiliary drive over the last couple years. A hundred twenty gigabytes isn’t what it used to be. And neither is the 512 Megs o’ RAM, the sparseness of which is probably responsible for some of the slowness when I have sixty or eighty browser windows open.
And Sweet Cheeks wants me to burn the keyboard, for some reason. Dirty keys, maybe. Also, there may be an ant colony living in it, although that’s very unlikely.
So, I think I have to do some computer shopping. Intel i5 or i7? Hmm.
Indeed this is true, our system does deprive all counter-revolutionaries of freedom of speech and allows this freedom only among the people. We allow opinions to be varied among the people, that is, there is freedom to criticize, to express different views and to advocate theism or atheism (i.e., materialism). In any society and at any time, there are always two kinds of people and views, the advanced and the backward, that exist as opposites struggling with each other, with the advanced views invariably prevailing over the backward ones; it is neither possible nor right to have “uniformity of public opinion”. Society can progress only if what is advanced is given full play and prevails over what is backward. But in an era in which classes and class struggle still exist both at home and abroad, the working class and the masses who have seized state power must suppress the resistance to the revolution put up by all counter-revolutionary classes, groups and individuals, thwart their activities aimed at restoration and prohibit them from exploiting freedom of speech for counter-revolutionary purposes.
So, did any Republican ask Kagan any question of importance at all?
My sense is, no. Which is odd, because Hatch usually makes the point of trying to show off.
Shutting up now. Show away.
Gladly, if it will get this guy to shut the fuck up.
No, it won’t. But it will get us talking again, which will defeat his purpose!
So far. But there were plenty of reasons it could have gone the other way.
Got the fire going late, so the brisket wasn’t in the smoker until 9:45 a.m., which, anticipating twelve or more hours cooking meant a long stretch after dark. At the same time, Sweet Cheeks and I were trying to get the kitchen to the 98.5% done mark, meaning we had to install the stainless sink into the counter, add the faucets, re-create all the supply and waste plumbing under the sink, and figure out how to install the new dishwasher, too.
At one point, we were both on our backs, heads and shoulders under the sink, each trying to tighten little tiny nuts on the sink clips, feet sticking out into the kitchen, laughing our heads off. Someone should have gotten a picture.
Had a little trouble locking the new disposer in place, but the big channel locks finally managed it. Had to wire the thing twice, too, when the wire hanging out of the hole in the back wall proved to be about an inch short.
A couple three times in there I completely neglected to feed the fire on the smoker, which meant the temperature dropped to under 200 degrees, and of course I over compensated with more charcoal and hickory, so the temps then swung too high, like up to maybe 275. And there really wasn’t enough room in there after I added three slabs of ribs about 11:00 a.m., so the slab that was closest to the fire got a little black on the bottom, but finished up early and was promptly eaten when it was brought inside the house.
And then while I fiddled with assorted plastic tubes, trying to connect disposers and drains and such, Sweet Cheeks took a look at the dishwasher drain line, and determined that we still didn’t have the right piece, so she started calling Lowe’s and got hung up on about four times, which likely has resulted in one or two people getting in trouble. At one point, she called Frigidaire to see what size drain line we really needed, since that’s the kind of new dishwasher (bought at Lowe’s) that we were trying to install, and Frigidaire said, “What happened to the drain line that came WITH your dishwasher?” Another call to Lowe’s and that idiot said that if we didn’t have the line, then Lowe’s didn’t have the line, and that’s all there was to it. Click. Sweet Cheeks called right back, got the store Sales Manager on the line, and in about twenty seconds that guy had someone fetching a line from an unsold dishwasher and putting it aside for us. One of our neighbors brought it home for us, which made an interesting saga out of the thing.
And then I glued up the ABS waste pipe, wired up the dishwasher, had a couple glitches here and there, hooked up the supply lines with only mild troubles, pulled more ribs out of the heat, ate a bunch, kept the fire going for the brisket, and finally turned the water to the kitchen back on.
Well, we had a couple leaks, one of them Sweet Cheeks fixed just by tightening a nut, but the other one wasn’t cooperative, and I think it’s the threads on the little chrome shutoff valve. Will have to let it go until tomorrow.
But we’ve already repopulated the kitchen with most of the stuff and we’re almost there. After I get the cold water working, then it’s just a few baseboards and some other trim, a little caulking, and Yaaaaaaaaay!
So, after all that, I stuck a thermometer in the brisket, got a solid 180 degrees, let it go another half hour as I said I’d do last time, and I think I nailed it. There are some crispy parts, but mostly not, and the thing is falling apart delicious. Mmmmmmmm, fabulous. Oh, and the nine and a half pound brisket was only in the heat for about eleven hours, so I think I was running it a little hot today, after all was said and done. Can’t say that I’ll be able to refer back to it later as an informative data set with all the distraction happening around it, but there it is, as it happened.
There’s more where that came from.
Sweet Cheeks was in Nashville a few days ago, hanging with both her former and new groups at the Sweet Adelines International Competition and convention. If you like days and days of endless four part harmony, that was the place to be.
And Sweet Cheeks helped set a new Guinness record. She is toward the back, floor level. Beautiful.
Just the other day, I was wondering when the birds would find their way down the new stove pipe. And there I was today, working in the back yard when Sweet Cheeks called out the back door about something fluttering. Yup. And with these new fangled stoves, I didn’t think there was a clear path through whatever passes for a damper, so I grumbled about having to take the pipe down. But, PLOP!, there was the bird down in the firebox, flappin’. We opened the door at the end of the room, and opened the stove door. Thing flew out straight at the windows. A Bluebird! I love them thangs. It couldn’t find the door, and then Cyndi Lou was after it, so after a little back and forth I grabbed a light blanket, caught it ever so gently, and turned it loose where it flew directly to one of the streetside power lines and lit. Bye bye.
An hour and a half later, just about dark, more fluttering in the pipe. PLOP! I turned out the room lights, opened the door, opened the stove door. Bluebird! I love them thangs. This time, in the darkened room, it just sat on the lip of the firebox while I waved a towel at it. Finally, it flew, hit the ceiling a couple times, but going in the direction of the door, and then was gone. Bye bye.
Don’t be so stupid tomorrow? And especially when the fire is lit.
This was one of the days the year pivots around. We un-stepped the mast in ol’ Weave, the catboat. Since it was the first attempt ever (never even seen it done), the lead up was fraught with consideration and planning, while the actual act itself took about twenty seven seconds. Perhaps I over-prepared, but I had no way of knowing that the whole twenty five feet and nine inches of aluminum mast would weigh much less than a hundred pounds. Sweet Cheeks and I carried it easily after it was down.
But here’s how it goes, for future reference.
First, be sure to order a Dutton-Lainson Winch with Automatic Brake — 800-Lb. Capacity, because you’ll find many uses for it. Mine will float between mast steppings and the boat trailers. And it’s like magic. Crank it one way and it reels in. Let go and nothing happens. Crank it in reverse and your cable pays out. No balky levers, no rusty springs. Just crank it one way or tother.
Then figure out how to mount the winch to yer twenty four foot extension ladder. It took me about three hours to rig up a reusable base, but it was way overkill, and I’ll have to knock it down to something lighter and easier to mount. But I digress.
The dock: Screw heavy board to dock. Fix pulley to *top* rung of extension ladder using blue anchor chain and half inch rod through the clevises on either end of the chain. Walk extension ladder to vertical and bolt to board. Tie main lines to third rung of sliding extension. Tie side lines to top rung of base ladder. Set the pitch of the ladder and secure all lines.
The boat: All rigging that can be removed is removed. Boom, gaff, likewise. Bungie lazy jacks to mast. Mast hoops can hang, but might be secured, too. Loosen mast boot and raise it a little, and re-secure. Unscrew turnbuckle on mast forestay, bungie hanging forestay to mast. With line that will wind around winch drum, tie loose bowline around mast. Tie another line to that loop (use a bowline, again), leave twelve or more feet and tie another bowline to the bracket that holds the boom. Pull first bowline up the mast until lower line taught, then thread line through pulley and down the ladder. Send extension up to desired height. Adjust pitch and secure lines as needed.
Attach winch to ladder. Attach line to winch drum and take up slack.
Remove bolt from bottom of mast.
Knock out mast wedges, and hoist the mast clear, controlling lower end. Lower away, at leisure.
That’s it. And how do ya like our end of Rocktober foliage, eh?
Gladly, if it will get this guy to shut the fuck up.
Immediately below this, on my screen, are 15 badgers waving you on.
So, did any Republican ask Kagan any question of importance at all?
No, but mostly because I don’t think that they really had anything to ask. I mean, she’s really completely fucking unobjectionable. If you have to start smearing Thurgood Marshall in hopes that you can take her down, you’re pretty much screwed.
He’s our little fanboi, and he simply must take care of us.
As long as he’s not like Hector from “Blades of Glory” I guess it’s tolerable. Maybe.
We worked all day installing the new base cabinets in the kitchen, which followed yesterday’s work o’ taking up some of the floor we’d put down just two days before, so as to change the line of wood meeting carpet. It turned out swell.
Just finishing up the cabinets, I loafed around busting with pride while Sweet Cheeks vacuumed sawdust from nooks and crannies. I pointed out a few micro-grains of sawdust on one of the cabinet door hinges.
Me: How come girls can’t see dirt?
It’s a recurring theme.
Sweet Cheeks: Seeing dirt is a boy thing. It’s their fatal flaw.
Me: The flaw’s not fatal. I’m walking on the flaw!
Sweet Cheeks: Yesterday you were walking on the flaw. Now you’re walking on the cabinets.
!
Bada bump? We cracked ourselves up.
[And in the morning we both remembered how we misremembered in the telling of it. Fixed. -ed dunce]
Finally, the flying car I was promised as a kid.
I’m just trying to figure out where to fly first?
There’s more where that came from.
That’s what your mom said.
Here it is, about 10:30 p.m. The pizza we ordered at 6:45 p.m. still has not arrived. Spanky’s Pizza and Wings out of Spring City. Someone there took the order and said they’d have it here in thirty minutes. After an hour we called, no one answered, kicked to message. The same a little later. And nothing. We ate other stuff. We hope there wasn’t an accident somewhere, but something is obviously wrong.
But the most amazing thing. Late afternoon, after hauling more rotten flooring out of the house, coming back up the front porch stairs I saw something sparkling on the concrete porch floor. It almost looked like a drop of water, and I almost ignored it, but then looked again. Hmmm. It faintly resembled the diamond in Sweet Cheeks’s engagement ring, but seemed flatter than it should have. I really didn’t think it possible, so I went in the door with it and asked my love to look at her ring, and she did and gasped and I handed her her diamond. Yikes. Way yikes. Unbelievable yikes. Why it happened to fall somewhere in plain sight… Whew.
We could have been in horrible despair this evening, but instead we’re just mad at Spanky’s.
No, but mostly because I don’t think that they really had anything to ask.
The weird thing is, there are questions I would like her to answer that directly affect our future, but these assholes wouldn’t stoop to substance.
Issues like privacy concerns in the age of electronic media and the internet.
Immediately below this, on my screen, are 15 badgers waving you on.
Those badgers, always getting me into trouble!
What’s happened to Limbaugh the last couple of days is another national disgrace.
I’ve listened to Limbaugh off and on, but mostly on, since he first fired up his allegedly golden microphone back in the late eighties. Back then, he was more than a breath of fresh air, he was the opening of windows that had never before been opened in the national arena, and the smoke he blew up the donkey’s ass was like barbecue to a starving man. So to speak, and don’t try that at home.
And don’t get me wrong, in many ways Limbaugh has always been a buffoon, a clown, if you will, to conservative audiences, the so called “entertainer”, as he bills himself. He’s a personality, in the biz to make money, and he’s made it hand over fist. But he hasn’t done it by hook or by crook. His success is entirely attributable to the fact that the line he’s pushing comes straight from his heart. He allegedly does what he does without rehearsals, or much preparation at all, and to do that as regularly and successfully as he has done is a testament to his own personal sincerity. If he’s been faking it for twenty one years, and my ear says he hasn’t, then my ear is wrong, and I can’t believe that.
Do I agree with everything Limbaugh says? Not by a long shot. He carried George Bush’s stinky water far too far, in my book. Limbaugh overwhelmingly tends to think in terms of status quo political solutions. Etc. Etc. But Limbaugh is a freaking talk show host. He’s news and noise for three hours in the prime time of the day, and he’s better news and noise than anyone else in the business (which may not be saying a lot, but I say it), except for maybe Mark Levin (for whom I don’t have the radio on at that hour anymore), and some various people that aren’t known outside their particular regions. Limbaugh outshines by magnitudes, for instance, Sean Hannity, who I call “that perfect little Nazi”. I can’t stand the fucker. Boortz, who I’ve only heard since moving to Tennessee, is a completely confused boob. Is Glenn Beck still on the radio? I listened to him for a while, until he became an insufferable fathead (which was always predictable, though his rise to ostensible stardom wasn’t.)
For what it’s worth, Sweet Cheeks can’t stand Limbaugh, but because I have him on she gets riled up at things that I don’t hear because all I’m waiting for is news or something else exciting to break across the air.
All of which gets me to this: Despite everything that he might be legitimately criticized for, Limbaugh has consistently proselytized on the side of freedom, free markets, free trade, opportunity for all, individual responsibility, and personal endeavor. A person who so persistently invokes those memes cannot be a racist. The principles that Limbaugh espouses are color blind, and Limbaugh always invokes them in a color blind manner. The man simply isn’t a racist.
Further, I would say that as the years have gone by, Limbaugh has, not unsurprisingly, become more educated about the great themes and ideas in the political world, and has become more libertarian in his views. I like to think he’s learned from his most excellent guest host, Walter E. Williams, who evokes the great human themes of freedom and personal responsibility with humor and intelligence in a style that is unassailable. It might do for some intrepid reporter to ask Williams what he thinks of Limbaugh, but maybe the man wouldn’t even deign to dignify it.
Anyway, it looks like Limbaugh is the newest victim of the liberal lynch mob. CNN, long sinking in its own quagmire of partisan, incompetent disgrace, sinks further.
Limbaugh would have been a great NFL team owner. Too bad he lived in a time and place where race hustlers and rampant ignoramuses held the sway they do. Bye bye, American dream.
As long as he’s not like Hector from “Blades of Glory”
Never saw it. I’m allergic to Will Ferrel.
Fuck this shit. I’m going over to Roy’s place. Why don’t the rest of you join me and allow this assclown to masturbate in private instead of forcing all of us to watch? At least until one of teh Sadlies brings down the banhammer.
Hope to see you there.
Those badgers, always getting me into trouble!
It’s not like they’re waving five dollar bills at you.
The weird thing is, there are questions I would like her to answer that directly affect our future, but these assholes wouldn’t stoop to substance.
Issues like privacy concerns in the age of electronic media and the internet.
I suppose I should have said, “Questions that don’t pander to their half-retarded base,” because I actually have questions, too.
The most important question for Kagan (besides whether or not she remembers me from high school) is who would she nominate for the court from State Island, now that Manhattan, the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Queens are all represented.
Well, that’s my point. Even Thomas had to answer questions of SOME substance (and weren’t those the hearings Kagan critiqued as being irrelevant?)
In a day when net neutrality becomes newspeak for companies wanting to arrest my broadband access, I’d like to know what side of the issue she comes down on
It’s not like they’re waving five dollar bills at you.
I’m offended that you’re insinuating that I’m willing to be paid to debase myself.
I do it for free!
But with regard to specific problems and specific enemies, if we do not take them seriously, we shall commit adventurist errors. In war, battles can only be fought one by one and the enemy forces can only be destroyed one part at a time. Factories can only be built one by one. Peasants can only plough the land plot by plot. The same is even true of eating a meal. Strategically, we take the eating of a meal lightly, we are sure we can manage it. But when it comes to the actual eating, it must be done mouthful by mouthful, you cannot swallow an entire banquet at one gulp. This is called the piecemeal solution and is known in military writings as destroying the enemy forces one by one.
who would she nominate for the court from Staten Island
There’s only one possible choice:
Joanne Woodward.
Altho to be honest, Christine Aguilera would make an interesting SCOTUS
I’m offended that you’re insinuating that I’m willing to be paid to debase myself.
I do it for free!
Stoopid librul.
In a day when net neutrality becomes newspeak for companies wanting to arrest my broadband access, I’d like to know what side of the issue she comes down on
Well, let’s be honest, here. She’s made it so you *can’t* know (for a variety of reasons, not all her fault), and since the Democrats don’t have an opposition party that includes, like, grownups, she hasn’t been pressed on it at all. We really, really do need a party that opposes the Dems from the left.
Poor Mike Blowya. Ran out of steam already. I imagine that’s why his mom turns tricks on the Interstate.
Stoopid librul.
Oh, believe me, I know. My undergrad degree is in English.
Democrats don’t have an opposition party that includes, like, grownups
The scariest bit about the nation as it stands today is, well, I imagine the Wehrmacht was very similarly constructed in the wake of World War I. Parties that were so scared and so confused that they couldn’t lead the way out of a paper bag.
Oh hell, N__B! I got the perfect Statin Eyelandah for the SCOTUS!
Randy “Macho Man” Savage now lives there! Imagine him on the Supreme Court!
Of perfect pork.
Breaking all the rules, but it turned out to be too good not to have tried. I’m talking about the pulled pork recipe in the Jan/Feb issue of Cook’s Illustrated. Yes, don’t tell anyone, but it’s barbecue done in the oven, with yellow mustard and liquid smoke, no less. Horrible. Until you eat it.
I never worked with liquid smoke before, but there’s nothing to it. At least, according to the label. No calories, no carbs, no vitamins, no salt, no fats, nothing. Just pure hickory flavor ensconced in some kind of mysterious liquid. Yes, it’s slightly ersatz hickory flavor, but only very slightly. I mean, very, very slightly. And ultimately non-obtrusive, which is good in a taste-based product.
So, that’s a Boston Butt, butterflied (per the mag) to increase surface area to increase the amount of tasty crust, brined (four quarts of water, a cup of salt, a third cup of sugar, three tablespoons of smoke) for a couple hours, slathered with yellow mustard and a very small amount of additional smoke, then crusted with rub (make yer own), baked (sealed, aluminum-wise, in a shallow pan) for three hours at 325, and then unsealed for another hour and a half, or until the chunk reaches two hundred degrees, whichever comes first. Drippings, if any, should be collected and incorporated into some sauce. There were virtually no drippings, today.
And the crowd went wild!
Dance, Mike Blowya, dance at my command.
The scariest bit about the nation as it stands today is, well, I imagine the Wehrmacht was very similarly constructed in the wake of World War I. Parties that were so scared and so confused that they couldn’t lead the way out of a paper bag.
Thanks for not talking me down.
Am I pining for days that didn’t exist, where leaders, in general, actually LED?
We really, really do need a party that opposes the Dems from the left.
So how would we fund this party? I’d be all for it, but Duverger’s Law suggests that it’s impossible to have more than two political parties in a nation where elections are held on a winner take all basis.
I thought it was an old story, but it’s got today’s date on it.
Anyone who’s ever spent any time arguing with lefties knows that about 98% of the battle is cutting through all the wrong things they think they know or understand. It’s an uphill slog, always.
Daniel B. Klein at the Wall Street Journal has a look at a Zogby survey that seeks to answer the question of no small consequence: “Who is better informed about the policy choices facing the country—liberals, conservatives or libertarians?”
Yep, you guessed it. The people more likely to want to put the government boot on the neck of their fellows, and keep it there, are as uneducated about real world matters as you always thought they were.
And they have the attention spans of gnats, but that’s just personal observation.
Am I pining for days that didn’t exist, where leaders, in general, actually LED?
Oh they existed.
Before stupid Republican shit like allowing corporations contribute to political campaigns and union busting was considered a sport occurred.
To the person whose small bag of groceries somehow ended up in our cart yesterday: Your bacon isn’t salty enough.
Is this some sort of Teabagger code?
Think about it: Lyndon Johnson passed comprehensive social legislation, despite Barry Goldwater being the leader of the opposition, that barely brought the United States into the Twentieth Century in terms of serving its citizenry.
Much of which was dismantled the second the corporatists got their hands on it.
Methinks he just quoting those books of crazy that John Doe wrote in the movie Se7en.
Doesn’t matter. We’re still in his head. That’s all that counts. He’s our little fanboi, and he simply must take care of us.
Chrome has this cool feature where you can right click a highlighted passage and google it. This dicklord does this all over the internet. So he’s either a bot or a very bored, immature teenage ADHD having douchebag.
One example
Is this some sort of Teabagger code?
You’ll have to forgive Mike Blowya. He has a meat fixation. Might have something to do with the photos his daddy has hidden in his underwear drawer.
So he’s either a bot or a very bored, immature teenage ADHD having douchebag.
I’m betting a teen. It must be raining.
I’m still a little amazed that Breitbart hasn’t actually killed anyone yet. Seems like a road-rage case waiting to happen. I just can’t figure out how they keep him under control — you couldn’t drug him without losing the incoherent screaming rage that all his fanbois seem to enjoy so much…
I don’t really give a fuck who or what he is. I’m going over to Roy’s until the Sadlies decide to bring down the banhammer. Fuck this shit.
I’m still a little amazed that Breitbart hasn’t actually killed anyone yet. Seems like a road-rage case waiting to happen. I just can’t figure out how they keep him under control — you couldn’t drug him without losing the incoherent screaming rage that all his fanbois seem to enjoy so much…
When having a good cry and watching Steel Magnolias for the 143rd time stops working, watch out.
I’m still a little amazed that Breitbart hasn’t actually killed anyone yet. Seems like a road-rage case waiting to happen.
There are times I wish I lived in LA and could incite him to erupt.
Fuck you, fucking wordpress. Another reason to decamp to Roy’s place.
So how would we fund this party? I’d be all for it, but Duverger’s Law suggests that it’s impossible to have more than two political parties in a nation where elections are held on a winner take all basis.
No, I think it’s more realistic to try to push things to the left in general. Which is why I get fucking sick of people capitulating to the “moderates” or the right and then chastising lefties for not getting on board. I think liberals are really, really fucking themselves over in the long term for short-term gains, but I concede that I could be wrong.
Before stupid Republican shit like allowing corporations contribute to political campaigns and union busting was considered a sport occurred.
Those must have been the days!
And, related to what I was saying before, even if we could get a left-wing movement off the ground, we would be screwed from the start because, as you mentioned, funding is a huge issue. Ultimately, it’s the system that’s fucked, not whose in charge. Which, again, is why I get cranky–I feel like a lot of people are still suffering under the delusion that our system is still workable as long as we elect the right people, but I don’t think we *can* elect the right people under the status quo.
I’m betting a teen. It must be raining.
I think so too. It’s pretty obvious that his political views match those you would find on any elementary school short bus. The fact that he just keeps pasting the same shit over and over again and can’t seem to engage in anything besides that indicates that he’s just one of those natural born losers who thinks this sort of shit is very very clever and funny also too.
Update: The skunk appears to be gone.
Not as far as I’m concerned
A certain smell lingers
Yes, yes it does.
Which is why I get fucking sick of people capitulating to the “moderates” or the right and then chastising lefties for not getting on board. I think liberals are really, really fucking themselves over in the long term for short-term gains, but I concede that I could be wrong.
There is, unfortunately, a nation of moronic ill-educated and morally undernourished people in this country. Mike Blowya is a pretty good example of the immaturity out there.
This sort of forces the progressive agenda to operate in stealth mode, but it also makes assholes like Blowya paranoid about each and every little thing.
Good, says me. The crazier they get, the more openly we can operate.
Ultimately, it’s the system that’s fucked, not whose in charge. Which, again, is why I get cranky–I feel like a lot of people are still suffering under the delusion that our system is still workable as long as we elect the right people, but I don’t think we *can* elect the right people under the status quo.
You’d think electing Bush twice…whom NOBODY likes…woudl have been a hint.
There are times I wish I lived in LA and could incite him to erupt.
Are his blogs moderated? We could start a vicious troll campaign. I would be happy to repeatedly poke him with a stick until he cries. The butthurty whining blog entries about how this cabal of liberal death squads are trying to tear him down with trolling would be absolutely hilarious!
The fact that he just keeps pasting the same shit over and over again and can’t seem to engage in anything besides that indicates that he’s just one of those natural born losers who thinks this sort of shit is very very clever and funny also too.
More’s the pity, because it might actually be worthwhile to get a sense of how this asshole feels, really. Not just for shits and giggles and the whole “Aw, innit that cute?” sensation, but also as an object lesson of what we’re up against.
Are his blogs moderated?
I don’t know that I’ve been banned, but I suspect they might be.
I was side-swiped in my car earlier…now Breitbart and Soja poop pellets? This day is not improving. Someone say something funny fast.
This dicklord does this all over the internet. So he’s either a bot or a very bored, immature teenage ADHD having douchebag.
Come Mister IP Ban
IP Ban the fucker….
Are his blogs moderated?
I would bet money that they are. He is, in not-so-feminist-terms, a pussy.
would bet money that they are. He is, in not-so-feminist-terms, a pussy.
Please. We’re politically correct. It’s “coward”.
Bathroom break, Blowya? Or did the union intercede on your behalf?
You’d think electing Bush twice…whom NOBODY likes…woudl have been a hint.
Those right wingers who claim to dislike Bush are full of shit. That’s an outright lie. They have to hate him because they’re trying to push the accepted standard of conservatism way over the reactionary line. They have no reason to hate him. He was a corporate stooge, he brought the aristocracy back into full swing, killed (something like) 100,000 people, and gave out regular blowjobs to the moral majority types. If there was ever a “free market” conservative, I’d say it would be the guy who secretly lets energy companies write national energy policy.
Come Mister IP Ban
IP Ban the fucker….
I’d still prefer disemvoweling. That’s so much funnier.
Hey Mikey;
Open comments on your blog (if that DOS software you use supports it).
Rich people are rather more proactive in making sure their extra money is working for them, and, as a byproduct, generating real value for others.
“Freedom” (if it’s ever mentioned at all, these days) and “the free market” are nothing now more than pretty graphics on bottles of snake oil, and the snake oil salesmen of the age have acquired the power to force the stuff down your throat at the point of a gun.
If you’re just paying workers to build a railroad you don’t get to count all the other expensive stuff that goes into making a railroad. To count the track and locomotives that someone else paid for as part of your stimulus is just plain dishonest. With that thinking, you could give the railroad scheme a dollar and count the billions that the thing winds up being worth. It’s just stupid, and yet it’s what this place is awash with.
Please. We’re politically correct. It’s “coward”.
The disclaimer didn’t count? Fine. He’s a coward.
Those right wingers who claim to dislike Bush are full of shit.
Oh, I agree. Any conservative who spent a minute or two thinking about it would praise Bush to the high holy heavens even including the corporate TARPing of America.
But here’s the thing: you and I are assuming that a nation where less than twenty percent of college age people actually have college degrees is filled with thinking people.
Mikey, what’s it like being such a big fucking loser?
Tsam,
Why bother?
Have at it, folks!
Anyone have a cheap phone plan? I see a phone number there.
What the fuck is going on here?
Someone say something funny fast.
Q: Why did Mike Soja dive off a cliff?
A: He’s a lemming, what the fuck else would he do?
Of perfect pork.
Breaking all the rules, but it turned out to be too good not to have tried. I’m talking about the pulled pork recipe in the Jan/Feb issue of Cook’s Illustrated. Yes, don’t tell anyone, but it’s barbecue done in the oven, with yellow mustard and liquid smoke, no less. Horrible. Until you eat it.
I never worked with liquid smoke before, but there’s nothing to it. At least, according to the label. No calories, no carbs, no vitamins, no salt, no fats, nothing. Just pure hickory flavor ensconced in some kind of mysterious liquid. Yes, it’s slightly ersatz hickory flavor, but only very slightly. I mean, very, very slightly. And ultimately non-obtrusive, which is good in a taste-based product.
So, that’s a Boston Butt, butterflied (per the mag) to increase surface area to increase the amount of tasty crust, brined (four quarts of water, a cup of salt, a third cup of sugar, three tablespoons of smoke) for a couple hours, slathered with yellow mustard and a very small amount of additional smoke, then crusted with rub (make yer own), baked (sealed, aluminum-wise, in a shallow pan) for three hours at 325, and then unsealed for another hour and a half, or until the chunk reaches two hundred degrees, whichever comes first. Drippings, if any, should be collected and incorporated into some sauce. There were virtually no drippings, today.
And the crowd went wild.
Those right wingers who claim to dislike Bush are full of shit. That’s an outright lie. They have to hate him because they’re trying to push the accepted standard of conservatism way over the reactionary line.
And also, they’re not quite delusional enough to deny completely that this shit sandwich we’re currently eating is Bush’s fault. But if they acknowledge that he’s a conservative, then they have to acknowledge that their ideology, you know, creates shit sandwiches. And that ain’t gonna happen any time soon.
Jacob Singer said,
July 1, 2010 at 18:26
What the fuck is going on here?
Little Mikey Blowya is about to learn a hard lesson in life.
Is Andrew “With My Mighty Sword Of Stupid I Will Destroy Teh Left” Breitbart snivelling about somebody else’s hypocrisy? The same guy who openly admits he’s a geek-act for neocons (the precise term he used to describe himself was “clown”)? The same guy who admits that he’s just in the blogging biz to profit from his griefer-fetish?
Asshole, enema thyself.
As for “Mike Soja,” I doubt that’s actually him, unless he’s also 11 years old – the “comments” are just copypasta from his previous posts on his blog. First time I’ve seen a troll here mindlessly repeating comments verbatim, which is both obnoxious & makes one look like a dunce … some of this shit has been posted about a dozen times by now. Plainly, the only reason it’s here is to fuck up threads out of spite, since it knows it lacks the requisite IQ points to secrete snark of even the weakest calibre, or to even come up with a pseudonym of its own. Both gutless & utterly unoriginal – channers have been playing this game for ages.
If I was a mod, I’d replace the text with “PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS” & see how long it keeps up, then if that didn’t work it’d be the ol’ delete-it-as-it-comes routine. Please feel free to skip to Step 2: my interest in boating, bacon, concrete & beef brisket is nil, let alone the magic of discovering just how politically retarded “Mike Soja” is.
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Oooh, you don’t think I just found Troofie, do you?
It browses nicely. I’m posting with it (seems to have the same problem as Opera 9.5 with Fckeditor sticking in a blank first line that isn’t really there, though that may reflect my older version of Fckeditor. The blank line disappears when the post goes public.) (Trolling out)
Those right wingers who claim to dislike Bush are full of shit. That’s an outright lie.
No kidding. Talk any smack about Dubya, and they all rush to defend Dear Leader. All the party-mandated “I never liked Bush” vanishes when you give ’em the opportunity to get back into the Bush-worship. They’d sooner disparage Reagan than their precious Monkey King.
Too much goddamn troll for this thread
A recent “Quote of the day” at Samizdata tried putting some of our lost freedoms in perspective: (Trolling out)
butt and shoulder are two different cuts. the butt being the top most part of the whole shoulder, also called the blade. you can probably guess why. it is more tender and sweeter and will cost you more. never heard of a boston butt. but then im from the south where pulled pork is smoked for a minimum of 13 hours and cooking it in an oven with liquid smoke is likely to get you shot.
Have at it, folks!
You are, unquestionably, the man, Actor.
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I’m outta here. There’s only so much shit I can handle. Either disemvowel the SOB, or do as Jim suggested and replace whatever he’s extruded with PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS. My scrolling finger is exhausted.
Q: Why did Mike Soja dive off a cliff?
A. Cuz I messed with his brakes.
It’s time for the big push, but it’s raining, so what the hell. (Trolling out)
actor212 said,
July 1, 2010 at 18:25 (kill)
How do you know that the guy whose personal information you posted here is actually the guy spamming these threads?
And also, they’re not quite delusional enough to deny completely that this shit sandwich we’re currently eating is Bush’s fault.
They are rather adept at pretending like they don’t know it, however. Their frantic grasping at straws and obfuscation can be hilarious, if not fucking mind numbingly tiresome.
Q: Why did Mike Soja dive off a cliff?
A. Cuz I messed with his brakes.
You’re sexy when you talk about murder. You should be a Suicide Girl.
Meanwhile, a breakout of private workers showed that it cost more to employ union workers than nonunion employees. Compensation for union workers cost $37.16 per hour compared to $26.67 for non-union workers.
That’s because union workers are compensated fairly, as opposed to most nonunion workers. That’s a good thing, you idiot.
Use Firefox, use Greasemonkey, kill the troll.
I like this one because it removes comments entirely:
http://userscripts.org/scripts/show/38746
That’s because union workers are compensated fairly, as opposed to most nonunion workers. That’s a good thing, you idiot.
The most frustrating thing about right wingers is that a great deal of them work for a living. Yet they hate the idea of being in a union and getting ahead in life a little bit with like, you know, retirement and health care socialism. As if to say “I hate it so much that I’m willing to reduce my own standard of living to keep it away from…(insert non-white protestant male reference here).
Use Firefox, use Greasemonkey, kill the troll.
Oh, if only. However, here at work the cybernannies would collapse on their fainting couch clutching their pearls if a change to Firefox was suggested. (Here the IS Dept. stands for Incredibly Stupid.)
The most frustrating thing about right wingers is that a great deal of them work for a living. Yet they hate the idea of being in a union and getting ahead in life a little bit with like, you know, retirement and health care socialism. As if to say “I hate it so much that I’m willing to reduce my own standard of living to keep it away from…(insert non-white protestant male reference here).
And another interesting outlook I’ve heard is “yes, unions were good in their day but we don’t need them anymore.” People have good working conditions largely thanks to the efforts of unions, but it doesn’t occur to them that if the unions go away, so do the working conditions. (They’re already considerably worse than they were before Reagan).
Apparently you can filter RSS feeds with Yahoo Pipes, which I haven’t really tried.
http://pipes.yahoo.com/pipes/
And another interesting outlook I’ve heard is “yes, unions were good in their day but we don’t need them anymore.”
I guess we don’t, since the return of indentured servitude is back and everything the unions fought (and died, in some cases) for, is gone.
Strong unions are good things in coal mines, for instance.
Anyone have a cheap phone plan? I see a phone number there.
Where? It’s easy to phonebomb with Skype. And free.
Is Mike Soja Mike Soja? I’m not a big fan of web to r/l intimidation…
Yeah, take the rope down from the trees, people. We have no idea who is actually posting this crap.
My assumption is that Mike Soja has nothing to do with the constant spamming of irrelevant material from his site, especially considering that a lot of it isn’t even political. I suspect that if you harass Mr. Soja you will be doing exactly what this spam-troll wants.
What is even funnier is the Little Soja is likely bragging how brave he is to his trike-force buddies.
And they agree with him.
And folks, if you’re frustrated by the Sojaspam, you can either use my RSS feed filter:
http://djur.desperance.net/sadlyno/rss/feed?bad_users=Gary+Rupp*|Mike+Soja
or one of the comment filter scripts:
http://userscripts.org/scripts/show/53593
No reason to run off and let the griefer win.
Thanks Djur! Seems the RSS feed is back to its previous URL so ignore any whining from me you see…
Oh, hell, yes to this suggestion.
Strong unions are good things in coal mines, for instance.
Oh, please. It’s not like anybody’s ever *died* or anything during coal mining.
Oh, please. It’s not like anybody’s ever *died* or anything during coal mining.
I hear the carpal tunnel is murder.
I hear the carpal tunnel is murder.
There’s probably enough bacteria growing on my keyboard that I could be killed.
There’s probably enough bacteria growing on my keyboard that I could be killed.
I see a summer blockbuster!
Who do you want to play you in the movie?
Didn’t Amy Alkon recently post the personal info of someone who comments here on her blog after he pissed her off? I can’t remember who she did that to but man, that was a dick move, amirite?
My assumption is that Mike Soja has nothing to do with the constant spamming of irrelevant material from his site
Um, none of that stuff is coming from his site.
Didn’t Amy Alkon recently post the personal info of someone who comments here on her blog after he pissed her off?
Did that commenter register a domain? Is that how she got it? Cuz, you know, domain registration is public info.
Who do you want to play you in the movie?
Ooh, that’s a tough one. Kate Winslet?
Troll is spamming his greatest hits.
Disemvowellment, please.
Disemvowellment, please.
That would have been my vote, but apparently, the SN owners aren’t paying attention.
Ooh, that’s a tough one. Kate Winslet?
I take it a long and emaciating monster of an affliction is the goal then?
A really nasty keyboard contagion?
A really nasty keyboard contagion?
Qwertitis
Kinda ignores the issue of whether or not it’s Mike Soja. Also, see the post at the top of the thread.
Welcome, Mike Soja, and I’m sure I speak for at least some in saying that I hope you enjoy your tenure as our daily troll. Just one thing: Less scroll spam, more yelling angrily at people?
The scroll spam is getting to be a bit much, is all.
Thanks!
Teh Janitor
If anyone is interested in the subject of this thread, Sully has responded.
As others have pointed out, it’s possible that the real Mike is being harassed by the troll.
I see a summer blockbuster!
Let’s see, we’d have sexy librarian with tattoos and glasses and sexy microbiologist in labcoat with clipboard, um well, CGI of whatever’s on you keyboard blown up to 1000x.
Toss in a sassy gay guy on a motorcycle who plays a crucial role in the car chase and the clueless executive who can’t tell Boston Butt from pork shoulder and you have a winner!
Little flags for everyone!
Kinda ignores the issue of whether or not it’s Mike Soja.
So you somehow think a right wing troll is trolling both a lefty comedy blog while trolling a…right wing blog about kayaking?
Um, how likely is that, really?
I’m the sassy gay guy, right?
Little flags for everyone!
Probably going to need a few more explosion but I like where you’re going with it.
It’s also going to need some undead. Sorry.
Yes. Often.
It’s also going to need some undead. Sorry.
Oh, so now it has to be politically correct to the breath-challenged, too?
For reals, though…I will consent to let Robin Wright play me. Kthanksbai.
So you somehow think
Yes. Often.
Finally, I see the problem. It’s not the thinking bit, it’s that you stop.
They couldn’t help us. Or rather, they wouldn’t help us. Nope, we were directed to call the EPA. Yeah, the Feds. You need to get permission from the Feds now, for a little backyard fire in rural Ohio.
I doubt this very much. Not that they wouldn’t help you, you’re probably just the sort of asshole that gets sloughed off on someone else time and time again, but that the federal EPA(vs your state version) is involved with local fire permits. Try asking town hall next time. Better yet, have someone else ask for you.
It’s wonderful living in fear of the state.
Yeah, the EPA will totally FUCK YOUR SHIT UP. Superfund money actually goes entirely into building battle bots, which is why brown sites are always under total lockdown.
Toss in a sassy gay guy on a motorcycle
I was _made_ for that part! Do I hafta “audtion?” Who’s doing the “auditions?”
Did that commenter register a domain? Is that how she got it? Cuz, you know, domain registration is public info.
I don’t know or care how either of you two got the personal info you posted but I know it’s one of the only bannable offenses there is here. Glad to see it’s been redacted.
Um, how likely is that, really?
It doesn’t matter.
We are nauseated by people on the right who do shit like that.
Don’t be like them. It’s just some letters on a screen.
Qwertitis
Wasn’t that a Coppola film?
Hey you two: either put your claws away or paint them Jungle Red and really go at it.
Personal info redaxxted, btw. Sorry about that, but it’s one of those longstanding, ironclad things. It starts with names and addresses, and one thing leads to another, and the next thing you know, Andrew Sullivan gets ‘outed.’
I was _made_ for that part! Do I hafta “audtion?” Who’s doing the “auditions?”
*raising hand*
What?
Don’t judge me! I’m lonely!
Um, none of that stuff is coming from his site.
FWIW, the boat stuff and grilling stuff did. He also posts right-wing assholery there, so he easily could be the troll, or be the kind of person people hate enough to get shit thrown at him.
Who’s doing the “auditions?”
If it’s the two guys up top(STS), don’t leave tooth marks.
My intact posts: let me show you them.
We are nauseated by people on the right who do shit like that.
No, we’re nauseated by people who post private information that the person intended to keep private. Buying a web domain and not bothering to register it with the server is posting your information for all the world to see.
Hey you two: either put your claws away or paint them Jungle Red and really go at it.
This is plot device re: sexy librarian vs. sexy microbiologist.
PJ in bright pink furry chaps gets it started.
My intact posts: let me show you them.
That was not taken out of context, you’ll note, so I presume you erred.
Erm, where does the spunky digital artist fit in?
Erm, where does the spunky digital artist fit in?
*sipping herbal tea quietly*
Yes, speaking as the person whose post was not redacted, I erred.
Are you related to King Tut?
Well, I certainly am. Let’s see, he was, what?, the grandson of my half-nephew/stepson, so that would make us…an interestingly extended family.
Are you going to say something cruelly funny about him, the poor boy? All praise to Bastet, but that was not a healthy family–except for Nefertiti: now that woman had brains…
Are you going to say something cruelly funny about him, the poor boy?
Are you suggesting I might tut-tut Tut?
PJ in bright pink furry chaps gets it started.
Now see explosion cause just a 1/10 of a second erections.
What you’re proposing will get messy.
Erm, where does the spunky digital artist fit in?
Someone’s got to do the CGI and make the computers beep and swoosh when they zoom.
The lab coat schtick is taken, so pick out another trope for sexy digital artist with lots of spunk.
I wouldn’t hurt if your immmersive environment was literally immersive, and you had to spend a lot of time in wet clothes.
Troll hits pay-dirt:
actor212 said,
July 1, 2010 at 18:25
Wow. You know you can be banned for doing this, right?
There’s a very good reason for that: the end of this road is nobody linking to their blogs anymore, or everyone scared shitless to express even the mildest or most playful teasing or dissent for fear of some fucking hero dropping dox on them on a whim. Anybody that honestly thinks this kind of Internet Tough Guy shit is hella kewl really needs to give their head a shake. It makes what the troll is doing here look like sheer genius in comparison.
You can’t unfuck that chicken, but you can remember just how much of a tool you looked like doing it this time. Please do so.
No – I think you just sank to his level, & beyond. SRSLY. There are plenty of nasty & idiotic things you can do with the Internets, & dropping dox on an open thread is one of the ugliest of them all. Doing it with no clue whether your troll = your victim? Yeah, that’s pretty much the epitome of stupid right there.
This is one of the reasons why I don’t link to my blog. I’m not exactly tempted to start now, to put it mildly.
This, X 1000.
Posting someone else’s personal info probably made the troll come … & you also gave it an excellent reason to stick around – which in fact is exactly what it is doing.
Fighting stupid with ultra-stupid: not actually such a cunning plan after all.
Erm, where does the spunky digital artist fit in?
Come with me and I’ll show you.
Posting someone else’s personal info probably made the troll come … & you also gave it an excellent reason to stick around – which in fact is exactly what it is doing.
Boy if this isn’t the single stupidest piece of crap I’ve read today.
Mike Soja HAS BEEN POSTING THIS COPY-PASTE CRAP ALL FUCKING WEEK!
But of course, somehow he managed to squeeeeeeeeeze into your time machine and find this post on Thursday, then went back to Monday to justify his posting.
Try again, Jim. Seriously. Your entire argument, as specious as it was, was blown out of the water with that.
It might help to know, is Kate trying to save the world or destroy it?
Does it depend on caffeine?
It might help to know, is Kate trying to save the world or destroy it?
Um. Destroy, I think.
Does it depend on caffeine?
Only cold pressed coffee.
Mr. Sullivan gets down to business re: Palin:
What now, Britebitch?
Actor, your cucumber penis link crashed my browser and the image wasn’t even all that lulzy! Grrr! But I’m back now, thank you Firefox restore. Actually installed those updates I’d been putting off for a month… oh yeah, love this mac mini, uptime measured in seasons, if not years (last time it crashed I have the electric company to blame–power was out for an hour).
T&U;
If you’re going with a Kate, please stick with the Beckinsale. Thank you.
Mr. Sullivan gets down to business re: Palin:
I could really do without his obsession with her vagina, though.
If you’re going with a Kate, please stick with the Beckinsale. Thank you.
But I like Winslet!
Should we sidestep the Kate debate and go with Christina Hendricks instead? Even though her boobs are bigger than mine?
It will be tragic if Breitbart vs. Sullivan produces a winner.
Actor, your cucumber penis link crashed my browser and the image wasn’t even all that lulzy!
It was more about the story, how the cuke was spared from the guilotine.
Walp, I haz finally gone and done it.
Normally, I like having the option of reading the trolls or just scrolling past them. Even the other copypasta morons weren’t as ridiculous. This turd is too much.
So, greasemonkey it is. Badgers, badgers everywhere. Bye, fool.
Variations on interpretation of the word “come” make for many a funny joke.
go with Christina Hendricks instead?
With, to, from, in, over, under…it’s all good.
I could really do without his obsession with her vagina, though.
I think his bigger point, that she prattles on about it under the misguided impression that anyone besides creepy fat conservatards are interested, makes it much less than a crime to talk about it himself. I ag…. I agr…..(gag) I have to agree with Sully on this one. She puts all that shit out there and then gets all butthurt when anyone else talks about it.
Also, obsession with UGH is a side effect of having PENIS. That’s been proven by science and stuff.
“Even though her boobs are bigger than mine?”
I challenge that statement. Now prove it.
Yeah, she’s aight.
You may choose any Suicide Girl as well.
Wow. Andrew seems a bit miffed.
It was more about the story, how the cuke was spared from the guilotine.
Sparing me one of those odd sympathetic shivers.
Wow. Andrew seems a bit miffed.
Ha! Yes he does. The rest of his post does a reasonably decent job of taking BB’s “homeless guy screaming at the wall” diatribe apart.
Actor212 you should have redacted the personal contact info.
We really don’t like that being done here.
Thanks Gavin for cleaning it up.
Actor212, please don’t do it again?
I challenge that statement. Now prove it.
But I already took my top off in the other thread!
You may choose any Suicide Girl as well.
That rates a big ol’ “meh” from me.
Actor212, please don’t do it again?
I’ll take it into consideration, but keep in mind that I don’t think I posted anything wrong, even if the proprietors of the blog feel different.
You’ll out me if you’re mad at me. Good to know.
You may choose any Suicide Girl as well.
That rates a big ol’ “meh” from me.
I’ve watched a couple of their films. Not sure I get the appeal, and I like looking at naked young women with firm bodies as much as the next guy counting teeth to make sure he still has them all.
There’s this whole “heroin chic” look that I’m missing the point, I suppose.
You’ll out me if you’re mad at me. Good to know.
And you’ll overreact to even a perceived slight.
But we knew that already.
“I challenge that statement. Now prove it.
But I already took my top off in the other thread!”
Oh, there it(they) is(are). I hope they’ve turned the thermostat up now. Looks like it was nippy when you flashed.
I’ll take it into consideration, but keep in mind that I don’t think I posted anything wrong, even if the proprietors of the blog feel different.
You put it into the realm of Harassment.
You put it into the realm of Intimidation.
You made it a physical threat.
Oh, there it(they) is(are). I hope they’ve turned the thermostat up now. Looks like it was nippy when you flashed.
*slapping monitor*
Why Internet not work!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!
You put it into the realm of Harassment. No, since I did not and would not have picked up the phone and called. I offered public information to a new public.
You put it into the realm of Intimidation. Freely agree.
Fortunately, intimidation is what makes S,N!’s posts so funny, that one can mock sarcastically (a form of intimidation) freely.
You made it a physical threat. And no, there was no threat, either express or implied.
So, we’ve both spoke our peace, agreed?
Have at it, folks!
Anyone have a cheap phone plan? I see a phone number there.
No threats?
No peace…
Everyone should visit actor’s blog so he can grab their IP for future use. It’s the Christian thing to do.
Have at it, folks!
Anyone have a cheap phone plan? I see a phone number there.
No threats?
A call to complain about his behavior is a threat?
Oh gee, I’m sorry. You must email your bank when they make a mistake.
Everyone should visit actor’s blog so he can grab their IP for future use. It’s the Christian thing to do.
You’d be surprised how few trolls I get over there.
I laughed.
Children! Play nice or else!*
*Not to be construed as a threat. No internets were harmed in the making of this comment.
Big mean bullies never harass me on my blog. (sniffle)
No, fine, fine, I’ll just sit here in the mud and look sad. So, so sad.
Gotta love Bram- last I checked, st00pit iTunes didn’t have this.
A call to complain about his behavior is a threat?
Oh gee, I’m sorry. You must email your bank when they make a mistake.
I don’t call up a dozen of my friends and suggest they all call the bank over and over again.
Actor212, in the future please do not put anyones’ personal contact info in one of your posts on Sadly, No!
Big mean bullies never harass me on my blog. (sniffle)
No, fine, fine, I’ll just sit here in the mud and look sad. So, so sad
Aww. I’m not really big or mean, but I could harass you, if you’d like. Or is it not the same?
Oh, you’re welcome — but no harm done, either. The scroll spam was kind of a huge incitement, coming day after day like that.
I got the Troll of Sorrow once, which I count as a real score.
You’d be surprised how few trolls I get over there.
I laughed.
I’m not surprised.
When I’m trolled by someone who is not intending to be civil, I edit their posts to display their IP. As far as I’m concerned, that’s fair game. Play nice, and I play fair. Play not nice, and I no longer have an obligation to play fair.
That said, I’ve had several right wingers debate me at my blog. You may even remember one of them, since he posted here for a bit: Dennis. I never felt the need to post Dennis’ IP, and since he was savaged here by you folks but swung back, you’ll note that he was not some sheeple.
I don’t call up a dozen of my friends and suggest they all call the bank over and over again.
You should try it. It works wonders.
Actor212, in the future please do not put anyones’ personal contact info in one of your posts on Sadly, No!
Will you put sugar on top?
You have my reply.
but no harm done, either. The scroll spam was kind of a huge incitement, coming day after day like that.
This I know. It is the principle I am trying to maintain.
I mean, to be clear: It’s not a good thing to do, and please don’t do it again. But the spam was hella annoying.
Because, “He deserved it!” gets easier and easier each time you use it.
Because, “He deserved it!” gets easier and easier each time you use it.
Perhaps. And perhaps I’ve learned a measure of self-control over the years. Don’t presume to lecture me, Owl. I was willing to let this lie, and acknowledged your concerns and promised to consider them (as well as, now, Gavin’s on behalf of the proprietors), but you insult me and embarrass yourself to push this further.
I know, and I appreciate that your maintaining the principle can allow me the privilege of being nice and non-confrontational about it.
The standard of principle was set the time Michelle Malkin’s address and phone number turned up. That was a real test of mettle, I think.
Don’t do it again, jackass.
Gavin has spoken, kids. Time to put your dicks away.
Don’t do it again, jackass.
Is that a threat?
Ironic, isn’t it?
I think I actually liked Actor212 better when he was spamming this place during the primaries with his wingnut freakouts about Obama’s “typical white person” comment and his not saluting the flag. Good times. At least nobody posted his personal info over it.
Oh, NOW Greasemonkey starts fucking working.
I think I actually liked Actor212 better when he was spamming this place during the primaries with his wingnut freakouts about Obama’s “typical white person” comment and his not saluting the flag
Correct on the typical white person comment, but I never gave a rat’s ass about the saluting nonsense.
But as usual… I was right about him anyway, as it turns out.
Is that a threat?
No, a threat would be, “I’m going to egg your house if you continue!”
I am suggesting you to stop being a jackass.
Time to put your dicks away.
I WAS NOT WATCHING PORN!!!!
Youse mugs shut it or I’ll hit you with THE PLANET MARS.
Continue with the VD film. Important!
I WAS NOT WATCHING PORN!!!!
Man, Dora the Explorer has gotten racy…
I am suggesting you to stop being a jackass.
Your choice of wording was….unusual.
I’m sure you can understand why someone might be confused between an ultimatum, implying a threat if not complied with, versus your…request.
Wonkette has a useful poll.
Wonkette has a useful poll.
Oh, Jesus. That’s a tough one.
Oh, Jesus. That’s a tough one.
I voted for Krauthammer just on the body of work.
Man, Dora the Explorer has gotten racy…
Is she the kid that runs around with the cougar?
Is she the kid that runs around with the cougar?
Um, a monkey, I think. I don’t know. It was the first kids’ show that came to mind.
..confused between an ultimatum, implying a threat if not complied with…
And without any knowledge of who you are, any threat you felt would only be pixels on a screen.
I have no means; beyond you proving not to be a jackass by not posting anyone else’s personal contact info on Sadly, No., to enforce that ‘threat’.
Thus my labeling it a ‘suggestion’.
I guess they had to limit it to 5, but where the fuck is Gerson?
That is a seriously rough poll. My gut tells me it’s Cohen, but Broder and Parker need some sort of smackdown so, so, so bad…
And without any knowledge of who you are, any threat you felt would only be pixels on a screen.
What’s important was your intent, not what I felt or didn’t feel. But for the record, I did not feel threatened.
And the rest of your statement indicates that, if you had the means to back it up, it would have been a threat. THAT’S what I wanted to point out the irony of.
Man, Dora the Explorer has gotten racy…
Things haven’t been the same since they…um, “matured” her.
Dead horse is still dead, and will remain dead, despite further beatings.
Hehehehehe, tsam, that’s been my point for about an hour now. But hey, it’s worth seeing if it will twitch, who am I to subvert the will of the blog? 😉
“Dead horse is still dead, and will remain dead, despite further beatings.”
Sorry, but I thought we could still beat it until morale improved.
Glad David Brooks doesn’t work at the Washington Post. Then that poll would be damn near impossible.
It’s also going to need some undead. Sorry.
Thanks, owlbear!
Oh, so now it has to be politically correct to the breath-challenged, too?
Yes. Don’t be a h8r.
At least I’m not a copypasta troll.
What’s important was your intent,…
My intent was to point out that you had violated one of Sadly, No!’s rules of engagement. You crossed the line, Actor212.
My intent was to get you to acknowledge that you did that.
You’ve become extremely evasive when confronted with it and still seem to insist you’ll can do it again if it serves your fancy.
In the end all I could do is add you to my greasmonkey list. You’re funny so I don’t want to do that.
Please don’t post anyone’s personal contact info on Sadly, NO!?
I voted Broder. ONLY 6%? He’s THE DEAN!
Is she the kid that runs around with the cougar?
Leave Trig ALOOOOOONE
Leave Trig ALOOOOOONE
Oh, how I lawled.
Oops, Trig isn’t a “she.” Or is she?
zombie rotten mcdonald said,
July 1, 2010 at 21:28 (kill)
It’s also going to need some undead. Sorry.
Thanks, owlbear!
—–
Zombie, darling, you’re the one that started it all!
Oops, Trig isn’t a “she.” Or is she?
Eh. Minor detail.
Dead horse is still dead, and will remain dead, despite further beatings.
Yes, and here’s your final warning! I have sniffed out your true identities, actor212 — or should I say ESTEBAN Q. WIFFLEBAT OF PLORP, MONTANA! — and owlbear1 — or should I say ZEBEDIAH ICHABOD SUSAN VON BONGHOFFER OF DANACKROYD, MAINE! And if you don’t both get civil, I will come to your homes and strike you down with the LARGEST PROSTITUTE IN THE FOREST.
Oh, good lord. I hate myself.
You’ve become extremely evasive when confronted with it and still seem to insist you’ll can do it again if it serves your fancy.
And then Gavin or whoever else can ban him. That seems like a better mechanism to preventing it from being a problem to me than him promising not to do it again.
So………………any new news on Kagan?
And if you don’t both get civil, I will come to your homes and strike you down with the LARGEST PROSTITUTE IN THE FOREST.
PROMISE??????
Wait. DKW’s mom is busy tonight…
Oh, so now it has to be politically correct to the breath-challenged, too?
Yes. Don’t be a h8r.
I do not hate my oxygen-empoverished brethren.
I just don’t embrace them. Except dressed in kevlar and chain mail.
Holy shit that is a lot of badgers!
Oooh, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to make a DKW’s mom joke. Have I earned it yet?
“Dead horse is still dead, and will remain dead, despite further beatings.”
Don’t assume.
Oooh, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to make a DKW’s mom joke. Have I earned it yet?
Pile on!
Everyone else does.
So how is our Kate Winslet summer blockbuster coming along?
Ahem! DKW’s mom is so loose… (HOW LOOSE IS SHE?) She’s so loose, she often has sex with multiple people, often for money, or at least, that is what I have seen written on bathroom stalls and, and, and…
Siiiigh. Back down to the minor leagues.
“Pile on!
Everyone else does.”
Oooh. A gangbang.
And if you don’t both get civil, I will come to your homes and strike you down with the LARGEST PROSTITUTE IN THE FOREST
Whoa. dudes. I think he’s serious.
And if you don’t both get civil, I will come to your homes and strike you down with the LARGEST PROSTITUTE IN THE FOREST
Whoa. dudes. I think he’s serious.
Her name is Fuck. Fuck, of the mooooooooooountin’!
I mean “Eww. A gangbang.”
So how is our Kate Winslet summer blockbuster coming along?
We’ve got most of the principals cast, we just need a good plot.
Oooh, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to make a DKW’s mom joke. Have I earned it yet?
It’s not as much fun as everyone makes it seem.
Ahem! DKW’s mom is so loose… (HOW LOOSE IS SHE?) She’s so loose, she often has sex with multiple people,
May I offer a suggestion?
She is so loose, her group sex partners remain strangers.
We’ve got most of the principals cast, we just need a good plot.
are you sure? Joe Bob Briggs says they just get in the way of the story.
Joe Bob Briggs says they just get in the way of the story.
*rolling eyes* I meant cemetary plot, for the zombie to rise out of.
Sheesh!
So Kate was trying destroy humanity with a bio-toxin she grew on her keyboard.
The micro-biologist it get. Why the librarian?
Kate’s the librarian.
Here’s some fun. Suffer, little unemployed children!
“The micro-biologist it get. Why the librarian?”
Somebody hasn’t read the whole thread.
Ya know, actually, hmm.
She is so loose, her group sex partners
remain strangersnever meet.So how is our Kate Winslet summer blockbuster coming along?
Seems like VS and PJ went off to “practice.”
Actor is practicing his role as the sexy maniacal fanatic willing to do anything for the cause.
I believe Gav has already got his part down pat as the sexy deus ex machina.
And someone is shuffling around here dropping random body parts.
Oh and Blartblart is sitting in his trailer furiously scratching plushies looking for a yif.
Pretty much right on schedule….
She is so loose,
HOW LOOSE IS SHE?
her group sex partners remain strangers.
Please follow proper joke protocol. Thank you.
Somebody hasn’t read the whole thread.
Something to do with pink bits, eh?
Please follow proper joke protocol. Thank you.
Yeah, I always do fuck that up. Sorry. I’ll try better!
Zombie, darling, you’re the one that started it all!
hey now, I’m not taking the blame for this hairball of a thread.
Oh sure. Blame the undead guy. It’s ALWAYS the undead guy, isn’t it?
Oooh, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to make a DKW’s mom joke. Have I earned it yet?
I think it’s more that she’s earned it. Again and again.
It’s not as much fun as everyone makes it seem.
It really is.
Hey–if zombies don’t breathe, how can they say “braaaaaaanes” when they’re shambling along in attack formation? I’ve often wondered that.
Oh sure. Blame the undead guy. It’s ALWAYS the undead guy, isn’t it?
You know that old bit where the Sarge asks a line of soldiers for a volunteer to step forward and everyone else steps back?
Hey–if zombies don’t breathe, how can they say “braaaaaaanes” when they’re shambling along in attack formation?
Belch.
Come on, I can belch the whole alphabet after a domestic beer!
For zrm
You know that old bit where the Sarge asks a line of soldiers for a volunteer to step forward and everyone else steps back?
Shazaaam! Yeah, I remember that! I also heard that guy had Nabors up the oh shut the fuck up tsam.
For zrm
I truly love that wedding cake. I wish I had thought of it first!
For zrm
Right. But I’m the hater.
“if zombies don’t breathe, how can they say “braaaaaaanes”
Actually, a zombie could swallow air and then force it out with muscle spasms.
Providing; of course, all the requisite tissues and viscera aren’t too rotten to accomplish the task.
It’s just not a gangbang without you.
Come on, I can belch the whole alphabet after a domestic beer!
Still requires intake and exhaust of air–unless it’s braaaane digestion gasses…?
Still requires intake and exhaust of air–unless it’s braaaane digestion gasses…?
I don’t know how you belch, but I get an awful lot of gas in my stomach when I drink.
OK…maybe a little TMI. All’s I’m saying is, at the S,N! picnic, stand upwind of me, K?
Oh sure. Blame the undead guy. It’s ALWAYS the undead guy, isn’t it?
They do seem to be everywhere lately.
I mean EVERYWHERE!!
They do seem to be everywhere lately.
Zombies are the new ninjas.
Zombies are the new ninjas.
Nombies are specially trained zombie ninjas. They eat anything.
I don’t know how you belch, but I get an awful lot of gas in my stomach when I drink.
Mostly when I drink beer faster than my guts want to receive it. My stomach doesn’t like me very much.
Zombies are the new ninjas.
Okay, that explains the strange looks I’ve been getting recently.
Thanks!
Mel Gibson is a racist, abusive misogynist. Whoda thunk?
Nombies
NICE. I do believe I’ll be having a T-Shirt made.
I miss Bruce.
Nombies are specially trained zombie ninjas. They eat anything.
Are they zombie ninjas, or ninja zombies? In other words, were they ninjas before they died and now they’re zombies, or did they become ninjas after they died?
Mel Gibson is a racist, abusive misogynist. Whoda thunk?
Wow. Suddenly Alec Baldwin’s blow up seems nearly reasonable.
Are they zombie ninjas, or ninja zombies? In other words, were they ninjas before they died and now they’re zombies, or did they become ninjas after they died?
(whiney voice) Goddaaaamit. Do you have complicate all the cool shit?
In other words, were they ninjas before they died and now they’re zombies, or did they become ninjas after they died?
Hm. This is a little like “what came before the Big Bang?”¹
I’m going to presume they could be both, but that ninjas who died and then became zombified are more likely to become nombies, but they could also be capable of training other zombies.
¹VDKWMR
Mel Gibson is a racist, abusive misogynist. Whoda thunk?
Wow. That dude needs a 4 iron to bag. Not once but way more times than one.
Wow. Suddenly Alec Baldwin’s blow up seems nearly reasonable.
If it hadn’t been directed at a child, yeah.
(whiney voice) Goddaaaamit. Do you have complicate all the cool shit?
I just want to know all the rules!
Mel Gibson is a racist, abusive misogynist. Whoda thunk?
They should subtitle that tape “The Passion of the Keeeeeeee-rist!”
Okay in the final scene? When we blow up the island Kate has retreated too?
Let’s steal some “LOST” footage? CGI the shit out of that?
k?
Also, too HA!
I just want to know all the rules!
I’ll just tell you if you violate any of the rules, ok?
Related
Nombies are specially trained zombie ninjas.
We prefer to be called Zinjas. I mean, so I am told.
I’m going to presume they could be both, but that ninjas who died and then became zombified are more likely to become nombies, but they could also be capable of training other zombies.
How? Do they have a camp or something?
BTW, I’m not even going to try and start to unpack all the hateful shit from that Mel Gibson message, but I will say that the fact he used the term “a pack of” is nearly as reprehensible as actually using the word n*****rs.
(Yes, I’m an obnoxious good white liberal. I can’t type that word).
I’ll just tell you if you violate any of the rules, ok?
But then I’ll have already done it and it will be too late!
T&U,
Your confusion is understandable.
When K-Lo says “Mel Gibson might be my favorite feminist,” she believes feminism incorporates “You look like a fucking pig in heat,” because she believes she is a feminist and hears that all the time.
I’m going to presume they could be both, but that ninjas who died and then became zombified are more likely to become nombies, but they could also be capable of training other zombies.
That had better be a sub-plot to the Kate Winslet movie. I mean, Christina Hendricks movie. Am I getting copied on all the updates?
We prefer to be called Zinjas. I mean, so I am told.
Really? Because ever since the whole confusion over Zynga.com, I thought you guys swapped out.
How? Do they have a camp or something?
Apparently, it’s in Wisconsin.
Am I getting copied on all the updates?
Have your secretary call my secretary and they’ll do lunch.
Also, too HA!
Oh, I’ll bet those words tasted AWFUL! Feminist–hahahaha.
Really? You don’t say.
Oh, I’ll bet those words tasted AWFUL! Feminist–hahahaha.
I’d make the suggestion to contact K-Lo about this discrepancy, but you know…shitlist and all.
When K-Lo says “Mel Gibson might be my favorite feminist,” she believes feminism incorporates “You look like a fucking pig in heat,” because she believes she is a feminist and hears that all the time.
Oooh, ouch. I’m not sure even K-Lo deserves to be told that.
Christina Hendricks? Did Kate chicken out?
The keyboard contagion creates Nombies? Kate’s army ?
and and librarian and biologist (in pink) are going to stop them?
WE need more explosion!
How is that chase scene coming?
Christina Hendricks? Did Kate chicken out?
I was told Kate Beckinsale was preferable to Kate Winslet, so to sidestep the whole debate, I chose Christina Hendricks instead. I’m diplomatic like that.
WE need more explosion!
Y’know, I thought you sounded a little like Michael Bay.
Ok, but Christina is already pretty pasty. Do you think she’ll hold up under the make up?
I am just worried no one will believe she wasn’t already undead before the contagion.
“You look like a fucking pig in heat,” because she believes she is a feminist and hears that all the time.
Oooh, ouch. I’m not sure even K-Lo deserves to be told that.
She was born in Chelsea. She’s got a thick skin.
Ok, but Christina is already pretty pasty. Do you think she’ll hold up under the make up?
I am just worried no one will believe she wasn’t already undead before the contagion.
HEY!
but you know…shitlist and all.
Shitlist?
I don’t have in mind the usual definition of “shitlism.”
(and for myself, not the usual definition of “Gilchrism.”)
Interesting fact: Mel Gibson’s full name is Mel Colm-Cille Gerard Gibson
He was born in Peekskill, NY. Interestingly, he moved to Australia as a young man because he dad wanted his older brother to duck the draft for Vietnam.
Shitlist?
I preside over the First Church of the Shibboleth.
OK, so edits include
ZombieNinjaZombies
Some kind of smoke monster thing
A bunch more supporting roles, slightly clothed
A big rolling alligator-filled wall of flame (or two?)
Still need to cast lil’ tyke and crusty old man who’s seen it all but dies anyway in vain but noble attempt to protect the innocent.
And Mad Max getting killed by having a safe filled with humorless dildos dropped on him. Vic Morrow style live action.
HEY!
Okay did the plot change? I thought this was supposed to be about which actress you would like to see portray you as you slowly die from a deadly bio-toxin that formed on your keyboard?
Kate Winslet naturally came to mind.
Obvisously Christina wasn’t my first choice to be ‘Queen of the Nombie Contagion. (just a working title).
Which direction would you like to go?
Okay did the plot change? I thought this was supposed to be about which actress you would like to see portray you as you slowly die from a deadly bio-toxin that formed on your keyboard?
No. I’m just offended that you called Christina Hendricks pasty. Since she’s not much whiter than I am. I don’t look dead! (I think).
Lessee, has Mel insulted every ethnic and sexual identity outside his own? He’d better do it soon if he wants the Republican nomination for something.
Mel Gibson might be my favorite feminist. If he’s not number one on my list, he’s pretty close, in competition with Pope John Paul II.
The pope? The guy whose job is predicated on 2 millennia of “WOMEN ARE ICKY!!!”?
As you probably suspect, I don’t have in mind the usual definition of “feminism.”
No, really?
But give me a few minutes to fawn a little.
No.
No. I’m just offended that you called Christina Hendricks pasty.
I exaggerate for effect!
She is an incredibly beautiful woman who is pale and could use a few pounds.
But if we’re going to turn her into the ‘Queen of Nombie Contagion’ we need let those things go.
She is an incredibly beautiful woman who is pale and could use a few pounds.
True enough, but she uses the pounds she has very very well.
(and for myself, not the usual definition of “Gilchrism.”)
Anointment with Oil of Gil.
DO not want.
http://finance.yahoo.com/news/Maywood-California-lays-off-cnnm-2024697265.html?x=0
God help us, Maywood CA’s going Galt.
MOAR
Zombieskullington wedding cake.MOAR Zombie skullington wedding cake.
MOAR coffee.
I need to tell you about my special technique for packing pork butt.
but you know…shitlist and all.
Shitlist?
I don’t have in mind the usual definition of “shitlism.”
Submitted without comment:
He’d better do it soon if he wants the Republican nomination for something.
I demand to see the birth certificate.
Why won’t hatey creepy produce the birth certificate like the rest of us?
First I can’t have me no poontang on the phone, now this?
Should we sidestep the Kate debate and go with Christina Hendricks instead? Even though her boobs are bigger than mine?
Yes. She can overcome the physical handicap in casting.
Can we get the Asshole Buttons to do the score?
It has been some time since I’ve check in at SN. Who is this Mike Soja shitstain? Why does SN draw the most annoying, idiotic trolls as well as some of the funniest commenters on the intertubes?
Don’t push me!
tsam, I don’t think the Suicide Girls would let me be in their club. I’ve no tattoos or piercings and the only thing remotely gothy/punky/hipstery about me are my pink high-top Converse and the fact they’re pink should tell you all you need to know right there. Don’t let my bio pic fool you; I was just going through a funny t-shirt phase. Most of the time, I look alternately “cute” and moderately-fashionable or I’m just wearin’ jeans and a t-shirt. I have (naturally) blonde hair and I hardly wear any make-up. So…Suicide Girl? Nah, not really.
I suspect that sweetcheeks is responsible for the mikesoja posts. There is a grinding hatred in the process of ruining so many threads with copypasta regurgitation—a desire to make everyone loathe him.
FYWP…let’s try this again
I quoted you before, tsam, but I lost it. Anyway…
tsam, I don’t think the Suicide Girls would let me be in their club. I’ve no tattoos or piercings and the only thing remotely gothy/punky/hipstery about me are my pink high-top Converse, and the fact they’re pink should tell you all you need to know right there. Most of the time, I’m wearing moderately “cute”, fashionable clothes or just jeans and a t-shirt. I wear almost no make-up and have (naturally) blonde hair. So…Suicide Girl? Nah, notsomuch.
I demand to see the birth certificate.
People like Mel weren’t born, they emerged.
Nombies are specially trained zombie ninjas.
OOooh. Zombine! When you shoot them in the headcrab, the whole head comes off!
Re movie casting: I wanna be in it. Can Vincent D’Onofrio have a bit part as the inspector who says the lab is unsafe?
tsam, I don’t think the Suicide Girls would let me be in their club. I’ve no tattoos or piercings and the only thing remotely gothy/punky/hipstery about me are my pink high-top Converse, and the fact they’re pink should tell you all you need to know right there. Most of the time, I’m wearing moderately “cute”, fashionable clothes or just jeans and a t-shirt. I wear almost no make-up and have (naturally) blonde hair. So…Suicide Girl? Nah, notsomuch.
Well, then you can go the conventional porn model route then.
Oops…
Ha!
Forgot to change the nym back and got redundant then’s in my sentence–not even trying to be snarky about it. I’m TIRED.
People like Mel weren’t born, they emerged.
Emerged as fap porn for guys like Irksome. He doesn’t even gotta keep Meldo in line.
Yet “asshole” seemed appropriate. HA!!!
I keed, I keed. I keed because I love. 😉
I keed because I love.
You knead because you love? We’re back to porn…
Car chase scene through some fuck-sticks at a pork barbequeue. Trikes crash together and CAN HAZ EXPLOSION
“N__B said,
July 2, 2010 at 0:20
I keed because I love.
You knead because you love? We’re back to porn…”
Better! We e arrived at baking!
Mmmmm. Baking porn. My dough is rising….
I feel a lot of baking/sex puns/jokes coming on…
Extreme heat with nudity is a disaster waiting to happen.
And a lot of yeast infections.
Depends on what or who is creating the heat.
It’s only occasionally _Baking_ porn
http://foodporndaily.com/
baking porn: http://foodporndaily.com/pictures/gooey-homemade-cinnamon-rolls-with-icing/
On the topic of food pron, from io9’s take down of “The Last Airbender”:
http://io9.com/5576076/m-night-shyamalan-finally-made-a-comedy
Depends on what or who is creating the heat.
I stand corrected. And curious.
Oh, this is so funny. A dear online friend of mine and I used to joke about how food talk sometimes bordered on porn-y, because, let’s face it: sometimes food is so sensual and just makes you drool. We used to blog about food under the category “Food is My Porn.”
I think it was the comedian Jim Gaffigan who said that watching Food Network when you’re hungry is liking watching porn. *giggle*
Not hot.
Body heat. A great thing and a great movie! Also a great dessert topping!
BTW, is that actually Breitbart in the picture?
Body heat… Also a great dessert topping!
If this is part of your special recipe, suddenly I’ve lost my appetite.
BTW, is that actually Breitbart in the picture?
I don’t know! If I look it will all be ruined!
Also a great dessert topping!
It’s best eaten straight out of the container.
Make that straight out of the box.
I see what you did there…naughty.
“BTW, is that actually Breitbart in the picture?
I don’t know! If I look it will all be ruined!”
Regardless, it captures his essence perfectly.
The spam troll isn’t really me.
BTW, is that actually Breitbart in the picture?
There appears to be a somewhat amorphous je ne sais quoi in the center but I am completely unable to focus on it. My eyes are drawn elsewhere.
Can’t imagine why. *whistles innocently*
Further examination reveals it’s me on a good day (if I could grow one of those stupid beard things, were losing my hair, & had lost my cheaters).
Make that straight out of the box.
As the cliche goes, I LOLed.
Greetings, humans. Stop being so gay about everything, especially socialism.
As the cliche goes, I LOLed.
Costanza-like, on a couch, wearing tighty-wighties?
Costanza-like, on a couch, wearing tighty-wighties?
Nah- gotta wear clothes at work 🙁
Ok, but Christina is already pretty pasty. Do you think she’ll hold up under the make up?
MMMMM… Christina Hendricks… pasties… UHHHHHHHHHHHH…
The previously discussed movie is shaping up to be something like Pink Flamingos. I smell a blockbuster and it doesn’t smell pretty.
Christ, what an asshole!
OT: RedState Trike Force is amassing to strike again!
HOT SCOOP: Next year they’ll be revving their trikes in Georgia to stymie the left by showing their support for South Carolina.
rubbing in the noses of the hippies our support for Arizona.
Ah, so “our support for Arizona” is like lip balm but for the nostrils. A friend would like to know if it’s also good for hemorrhoids.
Oh My God it’s full of badgers!
Baking sex puns are as stale as fuck
Hmmmmmmm–nothing from any trike forcer will be anywhere my nose. Imagine what they’ll smell like riding from Mississippi and Texas to Georgia on a tricycle. Nasty. It’s decidedly not a dry heat.
This, of course, assumes that the weather won’t be too hot, or that there won’t be a $10 feeding frenzy special at the local Stuf ‘n Puke, or that asian-motif placemat sale at Walmart, in which case no one will be able to show.
And why they don’t just GO TO ARIZONA to, you know, SUPPORT ARIZONA pretty much says it all. This really has to be the last gasp of the few remaining functioning neurons in these branez.
Normally I really hate political ads … but there are a few exceptions.
“Mike Soja” has been messing up threads on Yglesias’s site for a while now. Don’t waste your mockery on him. He is obviously a bot, or some close human equivalent. There are no non-technological solutions to him.
Hey! we coulda been someones. If the PC thought police had let us perform our act properly we think that the world is ready for a sodomy and vomit double act.
See it’s funny just thinking about it!!
Stuf ‘n’ Puke said,
July 2, 2010 at 4:47
Yeah, you guys really got a raw deal on that Gong Show appearance.
Nobody appreciates art pioneers any more … personally, I blame Carrot Top.
Obviously, we have a few fans of The Aristocrats!
Ah, so “our support for Arizona” is like lip balm but for the nostrils. A friend would like to know if it’s also good for hemorrhoids.
Menthol and eucalyptus, so… yes?
Baking sex puns are as stale as fuck
An advisory paper on choosing day-old bread could be called “pinching yesterday’s loaf.”
jim @ 4:35 – LOL that was gold 🙂
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