Sure is quiet around here this weekend.

Oh, it looks like we won that award. Unless of course something zany happens, like the time Brad left the box of roller skates on the steps and we all fell screaming one by one into the basement chocolate fountain, and of course Retardo had forgotten to latch the door of the honey badger pen, and you know how that whole thing went.

Yup, sure is quiet around here this weekend.

Bradrocket adds: Sorry about that. I’ve had a very hectic weekend of sitting on my ass and doing absolutely nothing. Really. A couple of friends invited me out for drinks last night and I felt too lazy to even return their calls. Bradrocket iz teh slaxxor!1!1!


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Hey, you ALSO got chosen as TIME’s Person of the Year, so you all have that going for ya as well! Huzzah!


i got discouraged from the total lack of screaming enthusiasm for my made-up lyrics for ‘dear abby’. any way to fix the html code so it displays right on firefox/seamonkey in linux when ya crank up the text size? some of us can’t afford fancy new buggy os’s, or huge power-sucking monitors.


You were joking all this time?


Althouse won an award too. Oh wait, no she didn’t.




Congrats on the award; it was well deserved. You folks also had one of the larger margins of victories among the various categories.


Hey Some Guy, you weren’t kidding about TIME’s MOTY.


That is so totally going on my CV.


Oops, forgot the PC. MOTY should be POTY.


Hey Some Guy, you weren’t kidding about TIME’s MOTY.

We, the editors of Time, salute the crack-smoking sobriety that you, the four-year-old octagenarians bring to every murder and toys-for-tots drive that you celebrate and cry in your beer over.

Famous Soviet Athlete

I think this the first time in my life that I’ve actually voted for a winner.

Congratulations, Sadly Nosers!


Time really needs to sell magazines, though I am happy to be Person of the Year. At the same time, this means that everyone is Person of the Year except for inanimate objects. So I’m thinking of going around, pointing at lamps, and laughing.


It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon.
We were on maneuvers in-a Loozianna,
One night by the light of the moon.
The captain told us to ford a river,
That’s how it all begun.
We were — knee deep in the Big Muddy,
But the big fool said to push on.

The Sergeant said, “Sir, are you sure,
This is the best way back to the base?”
“Sergeant, go on! I forded this river
‘Bout a mile above this place.
It’ll be a little soggy but just keep slogging.
We’ll soon be on dry ground.”
We were — waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.

The Sergeant said, “Sir, with all this equipment
No man will be able to swim.”
“Sergeant, don’t be a Nervous Nellie,”
The Captain said to him.
“All we need is a little determination;
Men, follow me, I’ll lead on.”
We were — neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.

All at once, the moon clouded over,
We heard a gurgling cry.
A few seconds later, the captain’s helmet
Was all that floated by.
The Sergeant said, “Turn around men!
I’m in charge from now on.”
And we just made it out of the Big Muddy
With the captain dead and gone.

We stripped and dived and found his body
Stuck in the old quicksand.
I guess he didn’t know that the water was deeper
Than the place he’d once before been.
Another stream had joined the Big Muddy
‘Bout a half mile from where we’d gone.
We were lucky to escape from the Big Muddy
When the big fool said to push on.

Well, I’m not going to point any moral;
I’ll leave that for yourself
Maybe you’re still walking, you’re still talking
You’d like to keep your health.
But every time I read the papers
That old feeling comes on;
We’re — waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool says to push on.

Waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool says to push on.
Waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool says to push on.
Waist deep! Neck deep! Soon even a
Tall man’ll be over his head, we’re
Waist deep in the Big Muddy!
And the big fool says to push on!

Words and music by Pete Seeger (1967)


Did someone gas the wingnuts?


So this is what mars looks like?


I’ve never heard of The Decembrists, but Atrios has just made sure that I’ll rue the day I did. Can anyone get through more than 10 seconds of this before giving up?


The Decembrists epitomize the bland = good movement in Indie rock, which I find incomprehensible.

Here’s a much better anti-war tune:

Metric: Monster Hospital


[i]I fought the war… I fought the war, but the war won.

Stop for the love of God.[/i]


Ugh. Someone is going to have to tell me how to do HTML tags, cause I clearly have no idea what I’m doing.


<i>text</i> == text
<b>text</b> == text
<ul>text</ul> == text
<a href=”http://text.net”>text</a> == text




<u>text</u> == text

I stoopided. Some browsers are phasing out the underline tag anyway.


I was looking at the Weblog Award for Best Comic, and the only one I ever heard of was Day by Day, which unfortunately came in third (I guess it one last year, so make sure to update your almanacs). #2 was Cox and Forkum, and my God, I’m not a big fan of editorial page style cartoons, but they take that crappy genre and actually make it worse. If anyone is familiar with this site, could you answer me a few questions?

1. How does it take two people to make one panel cartoons? Does one guy do the art and the other guy do the hilarious content? All the drawings have the same style (that caricature style magazines love so much), so I’m guessing either Cox or Forkum does all the drawing. So the other guy must come up with all the brilliant jokes like Flying While Islamist.

2. By no means am I a fan of Day by Day, but at least Muir breaks up the Republican talking points with some character driven subplots. Who could forget the storyline where Damon thought his girlfriend might have been killed in an accident? Of course, all that happened was he fainted and his girlfriend came back, but for a couple of days I would have really been worried if Muir hadn’t have made it obvious that Jan’s car had been stolen. Granted, C&F (I’m tired of typing their names) don’t have that luxury in their genre, but the first eight “comics” of theirs I read were all of the “Muslims are bloodsucking terrorists!” variety, so they come across as racists.

3. Amanda had a good post about why advocating murder of Muslims is not really satire. I didn’t find anything where C&F do this, but the site is so relentlessly anti-Muslim, it makes one wonder what they dream about after jerking each other off before bed. There’s absolutely no attempt to understand anything from the other side. Humor can be transcending, but this is just pure propaganda, of a very ugly sort.


>text == text

^Funnier site than the rest of Sadly’s competition.


I dunno, I actually kind of like the Decemberists, once in a while.


Congratulations on the Weblog award. And Happy Han Inka.


The Decemberists are awesome, dude. Not as good as teh Shins, but still pretty damn good.


Congratulations. You won. High jump over a low hurdle and all that. I just reviewed the rest of the other ‘entrants’. Good God.


I still am astonished that the vile Sondra from “Knowledge is Power” was nominated in the humor category. Ick. At least you guys and Jonathan Swift beat her. And, Gav, she really should have been challenged in the Photoshop contest because her skills are, well, you decide.



The Decemberists are not so bad at music. They’re just really really bad at videos. That song is not one of their best, but it is not so awful as that video makes it appear.

I just sent one of my best friends, an actor, a copy of ‘I Was Meant For The Stage,’ which made me fall over laffing. Wonder if it will have the same effect on him? If he’s still speaking to me after he gets it, I will let you know.

And I am in love with The Shins. All of them. Have never seen a photo of them, or know how many of them there are, even, so it is not physical lust.

They may even supplant Elvis Costello (Joe Strummer was #1 🙁 ) in my affections. Although I sort of went off Elvis when he started in with the model fucking in the early 80s. Who did he think he was? Rod Stewart? And then he went and married that beeyotch from The Pogues. Oh, how I hated her! (Actually, I sort of like her. And I still love The Pogues.)

And then there was the dalliance with Aimee Mann. She’s not a model, or even a model fucker. She’s a musical talent fucker. Witness her ‘affair’ with poor Andy Partridge. I think she’s sort of a musical vampire or something. She sucks whatever talent she can from them, then moves on. Wait. She may be on to something. She’s actually done a couple of decent songs, so whatever she’s doing is obviously working. But being blonde and pretty and fragile-looking is always a recipe for success, of course.

But I think the end for Elvis and me was: 1. Making that craptacious album with Burt Bacharach (some of the songs were decent, particularly ‘God Give Me Strength,’ but the arrangements! OMFG! The arrangements! I may vomit!) and 2. Marrying Diana Krall. I don’t care what TBogg says, that woman is a poser. And she doesn’t even play the piano as well as Steve. Why didn’t he marry Steve if he wanted an accompanist?

I think I may say with some assurance that The Shins will never make an album with Burt Bacharach. Or marry Diana Krall. But they had better watch out if Aimee Mann ever shows up on their doorsteps.


Someone is going to have to tell me how to do HTML tags

Here’s another useful one:

text = The fact is, disingenuous text.


Well, that didn’t work as planned. Try again:

text = The fact is, disingenuous text.


Ugh, I’ll stop now. That was supposed to be the Gary Ruppert tag.


Trying for J’s Ruppert tag…

<Gary Ruppert>text</Gary Ruppert> == The fact is, disingenuous text.

Without a preview button, life has become all trembling uncertainty.

LA Confidential Pantload


WTF is that thing in your link? It looks like something Salvador Dali would have created if he had eaten too many paint chips as a kid.


Hurrah for tigrismus! Thanks.


Hey, this is a key weekend. The last opportunity to prepare for Teh Holi-Daze ™. I mean, you can’t sacrifice a goat next week if you don’t actually have in your possession one mark one Mod A slightly used goat. And you gotta get the body paints and *AHEM* annointing oils (Patchouli and Clove are recomended) for the orgies. Plus, what with atteding all these swinging holiday soirees, I just haven’t had time to BE Time’s thing of the year.

Yay for the Weblog Award win, though…



I forgot to congratulate S,N! on winning the Weblog thingummie. I voted for you every day even after it became obvious that you would win in a walk.

Because…(say it with me, boys and girls)

Right-wing humor is an oxymoron And everyone knows this now. Even P.J. O’Rourke.

Oh, yeah. Time magazine. Yay us.

I think this means they expect us to Fix The World, now, as opposed to just Fixing Teh Internets.


I wonder if “You” would have been named person of the year if “You” had not swept the bastards out of office. Yay, MSM bias!


You must have had a great time what with the honey badgers licking off all the chocolate then nipping you all over with their pearly little teeth! I’m jealous!


Many years ago I was backpacking and I killed a badger. Hey, it was him or my salami, but I’m pretty sure they all have it in for me…



We don’t need your stinkin’ badgers!


Stop badgering the witness…..


althouse won an award too. oh wait, no she didn’t.

hey, i won, too! oh wait, no i didn’t.




A Halloo is a Hear. Or something like that.


We’re still without power…I think we’re the only people on the north end of Lake Washington to not have power.

I’m thinking of setting the Puget Sound Energy offices on fire…so they’ll be warm, aren’t I nice.


Without a preview button, life has become all trembling uncertainty.

That caused me to spit on my monitor.


Karl Rove II – My friend in Seattle (Pill Hill) says she never did lose power, but my friend in the Granite Falls area hasn’t been heard from yet. I’m assuming she doesn’t have power. Craziness out there. I hope it’s better for you soon.


She sucks whatever talent she can from them, then moves on.

Is she no longer married to Michael Penn? Because she hasn’t sucked any talent from him. His best work has come since they’ve been married.

As for Metric, I like Monster Hospital, but I like Combat Baby even more. It’s a nearly perfect pop song.


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