Category: Blogging

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.

Calico Monkey

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:

• Kevin McGehee still has a Bruce Jenner poster on his dining room wall and keeps a Bruce Jenner Wheaties box on his bedside table. His wife has commented on the poster, telling him to take it down….so she can replace it with a Greg LeMond poster.
• McGehee has 7 letters. Writing McGehee 11 times (McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee McGehee) has 77 letters….like 1977! The numbers don’t lie!
• Two words: Mus Tache
  

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.

Kevin McGehee Lacks Geek Cred

Signs include:

• First of all, let’s address this.
  • Dude, where’s the mad Photoshopping skillz? I mean, come on, Microsoft Paint comes with your computer; put your back into it!
  • Of all the characters in an obscure 30-year-old movie, you’re comparing me to Riff Raff? Dude, the only character only arguably better in the movie is Eddie. I’m not suffering here.
• Word on the street is that Kevin McGehee actually welcomed the Second Edition Rules. I’m just sayin’.
• Kevin McGehee: DC. Me: Marvel.
• In the great debate of Microsoft versus Linux, Kevin McGehee answers, "Paper inside plastic."
• Kevin McGehee claims his first computer was a "386-16MHz PC with a 40MB hard drive and 4MB of RAM, and with Windows 3.0 installed." Brother, if your first computer didn’t have a brand like Commodore, Apple, Texas Instruments, Tandy/TRS, or Timex, much less had a freaking hard drive, get out of town.
• Kevin McGehee doesn’t know the difference between Florida DOT S1 Mixes and Wisconsin SuperPave PG 58-28 mixes. (Okay, so that’s a bullet point that indicates that McGehee lacks street cred; however, I’ll include it here because I need to flesh out this list.

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:

1. Is it any coincidence he settled down in Georgia?
2. Obviously, his cover name was supposed to be McGee, but the translation from the Cyrillic alphabet led to the misspelling.
3. He’s blogging at Yippee-Ki-Yay, the call of the American individualist. He’s obviously covering something.

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:

Bring it on, buddy. I’ve got a cupboard full of pickles and a freezer full of ice cream. We’ll see how your chosen method of attack works out.

So be it. You know what? He’s a lot like Pajamas Media. How?

Top Ways McGehee Is Like Pajamas Media

1. Both have advertisements.
2. McGehee Zone/web log has five syllables. Pajamas Media has five syllables (if you sort of slur the end of media.
3. Neither can pick a name and stick to it. Blogosferics became Yippie-Ki-Yay. Pajamas Media became Open Source Media briefly, but it’s back to Pajamas Media.
4. Chuck Norris doesn’t know either of them even exists.

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.

In response to my thesis that bloggers are not a sickly lot, but are a fertile lot, Kelley of Suburban Blight announces.

Instapundit asks:

ARE BLOGGERS a sickly lot?

I counter:

ARE BLOGGERS a fertile lot?

Evidence:

• The Patriette:
  It will be the first time we’ve seen each other since I found out that I was pregnant back in September!
• VodkaPundit:
  One last thing. Assuming I can get online from the hospital, I’ll be liveblogging the birth sometime in the next four-to-14 days. That is, assuming Melissa doesn’t break all my fingers in the process.
• My beautiful wife:
  I’m still alive and well. Though not always feeling 100% of late, but that’s ok. There’s a little Noggle due to arrive on June 30, 2006.
  
• Sarah K.
  ok, so we’re on the Disney Magic, having a magical time. we’ve just arrived back in our room after dinner at Palo, the super-fancy restaurant on the ship….

  (give them time, they’re just married….)

Sickly, but fertile? Or is the blogosphere just a large Tarot card dataset from which you can derive data to support any conclusion?

Like this one I posted last year:

Die Hard MDCXCII: Die Really, Really, REALLY Hard

Given my recent posting schedule, I’ll be a regular contributor to the new Carnival of Nothing.

Of course, if you’re thinking it’s a round-up of Sartre or Heidegger commentary, you’d be right, after a fashion.

Check out this guy. Trying to bask in my reflected fame, brah, is no way to read a book, as you’ll strain your eyes.

That’s right, it’s my semi-literate brother starting a blog. He’s got one insightful post with post-therapy recovered “memories”, but never fear, ladies….he’s got a full profile so you can see what a chunk of man he is.

Subservient Donald

Dustbury asks, sorta, and I answer in comments:

I tend to be more of an eighth type of blogger, the search-phrase blogger, who derives most of his traffic for weird fetishes explainable only by combinations of seemingly random terms.

Sad, but true: Although I’ve been doing this rather steadily for 2.5 years, my beautiful wife draws more traffic because of her legs than I do for my wit.

You see? You clicked the link above because I sorta said “beautiful legs.”