Damn Interesting, a blog of articles about, well, interesting things.
I don’t know that I’ve ever tried to read a blog’s complete archives before.
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Damn Interesting, a blog of articles about, well, interesting things.
I don’t know that I’ve ever tried to read a blog’s complete archives before.
I know, over the last week I’ve blogged less than the retired Michelle Catalano, but we’ve moved, and I have been too busy trying not to have to sort my ton of books to set up an actual office and/or Internet connection.
Since that plot has obviously failed, I guess I will get back to blogging soon.
(Link seen on Ace of Spades HQ.)
Dr. Michael Williams, upon completing his PhD, contemplates a career in technical writing.
Sure, it sounds like a good idea. If you have a freaking English degree and are tired of bouncing around retail jobs.
But a PhD? That would seem like getting a law degree and passing the bar so you can edit phone directory ads for attorneys.
Please, Dr. Williams, think of the starving English majors you’ll displace!
Oh, yeah, congratulations to the pups at Another Rovian Conspiracy for their one year anniversary.
The Web Phenomenon continues.
The assertion is proven here.
Today, MfBJN has tripped over into the six digits. If my sitemeter were done in Atari 2600 Asteroids, I’d be at about 20 hitz. But it’s not, and after only three years here in the blogging backwaters, I’m finally amongst the at least eliter cabal of people who have more hitz than debt.
On the other hand, it will take me until 2033 at this pace to equal the annual traffic of relative newcomers like Ann Althouse, but then again, I’m not a PILF (Professor Instapundit Links Frequently).
But I’ll keep plugging away, gentle reader, because otherwise I’d just play Civilization IV until my eyes bled.
Milwaukee blogger Owen of Boots and Sabers has another regular column gig.
Man, he’s making it look easy. Perhaps if I weren’t so lazy, I could emulate his success.
The first Web Flash cartoon I’ve watched in a non-professional capacity. Because I know Will.
Kevin McGehee, of Yippie Ki Yay, is stuck in the past. Case in point, this category: Truckin’. The last time I saw the word trucking without the g was probably sometime 1981 on a hand-me-down t-shirt with an iron-on decal with a hitchhiker’s thumb in the air. Which leads me to wonder…is Kevin McGehee stuck on the Seventies? Let’s look at the evidence:
Granted, these are only a few signs, but I think they warrant an intervention by the blogosphere, or at least the two bloggers who like him.
Yes, it’s true I’ve got some truck with McGehee, but I only wish him the best, and hope that he comes to be stuck in the 1990s like so many of us.
As some of you know, I have a disagreement with McGehee of Yuppie-Ki-Yay, a blog written from an aesthete cokehead’s midtown Manhattan apartment. Just so you know, I am punishing him by giving him the silent treatment, which is apparently effective.
Mostly because tonight’s photo manipulation historical research hasn’t proven effective.
Some of you readers might know that I have this thing about Kevin McGehee of Yippee-Ki-Yay!.
"Why?" Some of you ask. "After all, McGehee is cool; he’s got a Web log."
That’s not enough.
Signs include:
Friends, I have met geeks in my life, and Kevin McGehee is nothing but a potential Commie cyborg from the past pretending to be a geek to win your confidence.
Recent discoveries lead me to believe that McGehee, of Yippee-Ki-Yay, might be a commie cyborg sent from the past. For instance, the following photograph, faxed to a Killian, Texas, Kinko’s in 1948 would support this hypothesis:
Apparently, the Reds knew their way of life was doomed after World War II. Using a time machine, they sent a cyborg into the future to…. Well, let’s not dwell on the finer lines of the plot. However, let’s look at the evidence that McGehee might very well be that cyborg:
Keep in mind, this is just a theory. Why, some would even say the photograph is faked, to which I would respond….perhaps the Russkies did that on purpose for disinformation. We’ll never know.
Private communique from McGehee, in my e-mail box today:
From the looks of the traffic I’m getting from your faithful supporters, I know I’m beaten. Can we please enjoy a little who’d-nah so that I can rally my supporters and channel money from international sympathizers?
In a word: No.
There will be no quarter, McGehee.
McGehee, in his ongoing futile resistance to my one-sided blog yee-hawd against him, says:
So be it. You know what? He’s a lot like Pajamas Media. How?
Of course, this is only the tip of the iceberg in McGehee’s perfidy.
McGehee of Yippie-Ki-Yay, piqued because any time I feel like it I can beat him in Outside the Beltway caption contests, has decided that I am not worth trifling with:
Anyone getting more traffic than me wouldn’t notice me trying to pick a fight, and if I pick a fight with someone getting less traffic than me, he and I would be the only ones to notice.
Not true, sir; I proclaim this an official MfBJN Blog Yee-Hawd, and my glorious army of reader (singular) vow revenge!
Go get him, honey. He wouldn’t hurt a pregnant woman.
Was the Internet a little slow for you tonight? Blame Glenn Reynolds and his new Instapuncast. Yeah, I downloaded it:
Jeez, Louise, 16.5K per second down my T1? I’m almost flashing back to XMODEM days.
After a post last night (take that, you Johnny-come-latelies like Instapundit and Ace–what am I, chopped liver?), Jack Abramoff dresses differently.
In response to my thesis that bloggers are not a sickly lot, but are a fertile lot, Kelley of Suburban Blight announces.