To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Ann Althouse posts some pictures from my beloved home state (Wisconsin, dear Gentle New Readers, if any).
Down here in the relatively tropical Missouri, I just closed the window in the home office. We’ve had them open quite a bit this spring so far.
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Longtime reader, friend, and now cash cow Cagey writes in:
I was doing a Google Image search on the simple topic “legs” and there on page 6 of the results was your lovely wife. Looks like she was dusting the hood or something…
Heather had mentioned getting a large number of hits from this particular Google image search, and we speculated about the type of person who would just search for legs and go through lots of pages of hits. Apparently, the answer is a happily-married person with a lucrative engineering career who can afford some hush money if he doesn’t want his wife to know what kind of image searches he does.
Now excuse me while I investigate PayPal’s policies regarding receiving payment for silence services rendered.
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A comment on my beautiful wife’s blog:
Dude i dont know who you are but to sit and make evry post about peta is probably the dumbest thing you could do ecpecially since you arnt posting about other animal rights groups like SHARK, ASPCA and so on. DO you not hav anything better to do than blog about something you clearly no nothing about? I am vegan and at the same time I respect peoples opinions they give me bc they are smart educated people and I always have time to listen to their opinions. I would never belive the things you post and write bc there is nothing you can back it up with. You just copy and paste things on your blog making it as though you know what your talking about. Grow up stop judging peoples lifestyles especially poeple you dont know. Dont judge a lifestyle you know nothing about either. You need to learn that everyone deserves respect for wanting to make a difference in the world and make some change.
You blog is as pathetic as it gets…
| The troll mandates for you…. | The troll then says…. |
| Dont judge a lifestyle you know nothing about either. | You just copy and paste things on your blog making it as though you know what your talking about. |
| I respect peoples opinions they give me bc they are smart educated people and I always have time to listen to their opinions. | Grow up stop judging peoples lifestyles especially poeple you dont know. |
| You need to learn that everyone deserves respect for wanting to make a difference in the world and make some change. | You blog is as pathetic as it gets… |
All this, and the troll was undereducated in the mysterious ways of English. Fortunately, gentle reader, I know you are smarter, better spoken, and have a better grasp of logic. Just in case, though, I do not have comments enabled to spare me my illusions.
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As Farrah explains at Cam Edwards.com:
To run an effective, popular blog takes a significant amount of time. Time that is taken away from revenue generating activities (like a day job) and that money needs to be recovered somehow.
Here at MfBJN, we keep our costs down! Our secret?
We run an ineffective, nonpopular blog!
And we pass those savings on to you!
(Link seen on Michelle Malkin.)
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Who would have thought Michelle Malkin would need to Google bait with obscenities and vulgarities?
She’s going to be number one with a bullet for searches such as topless dancers, suckin, er, you know, on videotape, and shootin bubbles up your, oh, never mind.
Meanwhile, I am still google baiting my way to the top of the search for "Brian J. Noggle is a cheesehead", where I am oddly enough mired in the third position.
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Dear Blogosphere, or just people who don’t like it when there’s too much purple on my beautiful wife’s occasional blog and not enough posting:
For Christmas, I gave her a Nintendo Game Cube with Metroid Prime and Metroid Prime II. I guess I have exacerbated the lack of posting for the next few months. Sorry.
Perhaps you could just read the posts here instead.
Sincerely,
Brian J. Noggle
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Just to let all six of my readers know, I, too, will take a Christmas hiatus.
I probably won’t post between 10pm Christmas Eve and 6am on Christmas morning because I don’t want Santa to skip my house because I’m awake.
Posting will resume on its regular irregular schedule at 6:01 Christmas morning.
Thank you, that is all.
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I bought a copy of this book at a yard sale a year or so back because I thought I didn’t read enough serious drama. Do you know how much serious drama is enough serious drama? Enough to remember that any serious drama is too much serious drama.
This play takes place in a brothel, where people dress as authority figures such as The Bishop, The Judge, and The General to get their rocks off on the trappings of power. When the revolution comes, the madame of the brothel must act as the Queen and these people must impersonate the actual offices they impersonate–and they like it. Those wacky post-WWII French.
Unfortunately, when drama’s built too heavily on Concept, with bunches of archetypes crowding a sparse stage and spitting out philosophy, I find myself lamenting the hard seat I’m in, and I’m in a recliner. That’s something my old drama professor taught me–that your play has to drag the audience along, and if the audience starts noticing the theatre and its accommodations, you’ve written a bad play. Unfortunately, most modernist and intellectual drama suffers from this when the playwright focuses too much on communicating his ideas and not enough on creating drama.
Give me an Ibsen, a Jonson, or a Shakespeare; a play where something happens to people, and later on, if you want to think about it, you can find some comment on the human condition. Reading this piece by Genet, on the other hand, is like reading an Existentialist op-ed on authority. Sure, I can see the message, but not the entertainment.
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I feel so Pejmanic posting this love poem, but he started it with all the poems he’s posting these days. So here’s on with which I became reacquainted this weekend:
Cruise you are making me sing
Now you have taken me under your wing
Cruise, we both know you’re the best
How can they say you’re like all the rest
Cruise, we’re both travelling so far
Burning out fast like a shooting star
Cruise I feel sure that your song will be sung
And will ring in the ears of everyone
Saving our children, saving our land
Protecting us from things we can’t understand
Power and Glory, Justice and Right
I’m sure that you’ll help us to see the light
And the love that you radiate will keep us warm
And help us to weather the storm
Cruise, you have taken me in
And just when I’ve got you under my skin
You start ignoring the fears I have felt
‘Cause you know you can always make my poor heart melt
Please don’t take what I’m saying amiss
Or misunderstand at a time such as this
Because if such close friends should ever fall out
What would there be left worth fighting about
Power and glory, justice and right
I’m sure that you’ll help them to see the light
Will you save our children, will you save our land
And protect us from all the things we can’t understand?
Power and glory and justice for all
Who will we turn to when your hard rain falls
(Lyric source.) It’s from his album About Face, and somehow I think this 1984esque song probably meant it as satire.
I, on the other hand, remember the feelings I had when I sat in a stadium in southwest Missouri and an A10 flew over. An ugly machine crafted only to rain fire and death. Even though I knew this, I was happy that our technology is better than theirs. All of them others theirs.
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Cori Dauber, the Ranting Professor, demonstrates apostasy:
Obviously, Dauber does not embrace La Vida Lileks as she should. Why, since I have become an acolyte, I have found more meaning in my life. I clean house amid my paying home-based job during the day. I pilgrimmate to my local Target for household wares. I make snarky and sometimes clever turns of phrase on my Web site (thanks for visiting!). I seek to emulate Lileks in all aspects of my life.
Lileks’ daily Bleats serve as a guide for my day-to-day existence.
To call it blather is to undermine my very being. How dare Dauber? How dare she, indeed!
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Stephen Green, who rumor has it was banished from St. Louis for making a remark about the Chicago Cubs that could be construed as anything other than an insult, allows a guy to use his blog to utters promulgate more heresy:
No drinking-related discussion would be complete without a link to the pride of New Orleans, Chris Rose, who’s my personal favorite newspaper columnist. Check out his take on the Presidental debates, and marital relations (trust me, it works).
Green‘s "associate" has contradicted the blogma that James Lileks is the Most Holy Newspaper Columnist, both regular and extra syndi.
I’d say he should be stoned, but he’s already half way there in an airport in Florida even as we speak.
Friends, don’t let him plea for mercy with the admission
I once bought a broken Donkey Kong, Jr. arcade game for $35. It took another $12 and about an hour to fix it (it’s since been traded for the sweet Asteroids Deluxe that graces my den). Makes me just chuckle in an evil fashion at anybody who pays two grand for one of these.
Yea, verily, for I have looked in the Most Hallowed Tome of the Revered and have found his name lacking. Of course, mine was, too, but I had been removed during an audit after changing ISPs. What’s Green’s associate’s?
Except he’s a witch. Or a heretic. Scroll back up and see; I’ve been on Killer List of Video Games so long in my "research" that I have forgotten what I was accusing him of.
UPDATE: Someone using the name "Stephen Green" in an e-mail has taken umbrage at this post:
Will Collier wrote that piece, not me! And we’re up two games to nothin’.
-S.
Upon further review, I have determined that the post on VodkaPundit has been attributed to this "Will Collier" fellow, but as I replied to my e-mail correspondent, I have never seen Stephen Green and Will Collier in the same place. Of course, I have never seen Will Collier or Stephen Green in person, so perhaps I have seen them together and have not known it. But don’t confuse me.
Ergo, I have corrected this piece inline in red.
The rebuttal from the e-mailer claiming to be Stephen Green, and indeed the post itself raise two more scandals:
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Courtesy of Spoons.
While the mice are away, the cats will play…with Spoons, who has nothing better to do.
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Instapundit reports reports over 8,000,000 hits last month and predicts that he’ll see a traffic drop after the election.
Hey, this site had 3,000 hits last month, and I think it will drop after the election, too.
Actually, I think it will drop this month without an Instalanche to spur about a third of the total monthly traffic in a single day.
But I don’t write for the casual Internet readers. I toss off my insights for my own gratification and for you, the discriminating Internet reader.
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Get old by Internet standards reflections here:
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So when the pizza guy brought my pseudobachelor dinner this evening, he pointed to the Bush Cheney sign in the yard and was happy to see it (he explained in with a light Newyorican lilt in his voice). He said Bush was going to bury Kerry tonight. I’m disappointed he didn’t.
I think Bush and Kerry did about what we would have expected. Bush was on message, sometimes almost fumblingly so, Kerry was not intolerable. Kerry might have elevated his discourse from flip-flop to paradox, but he didn’t speak in French.
Kerry raised himself to nearly human, or perhaps lowered himself to nearly human, but you still get the sense that he’s not quite sincere, not quite earnest. Bush is. And I’ll still vote for Bush.
Unlike Instapundit, I don’t think Kim Jong Il will be nervous if Kerry’s elected. He’s about sanctions, resolutions, and Bush is about popping you one if you deserve it. Friends, that’s a capital fear for other nations to have, particularly those with opposing viewpoints.
This liveblogging experience brought to you without the aid of alcohol, because until I get a fridge in this office, it’s a long trip to the kitchen for a refill. This evening’s entertainment also brought to you without the skill of touch typing, which is why your content is thinner here than with the pros. But thanks for coming anyay. I should have listened to my beautiful wife and used that Mavis Beacon she bought me when I was but a young man of eight and twenty.
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Bush’s statement:
This is more than the next four years; this is the next hundred years and civilization. No draft. No vetoes over foreign policy. I believe, I believe, and then we, we, mountain metaphor and valley.
Earnest, and he ends it very presidentially. His best performance of the debate, and he trumped Kerry’s response.
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Kerry’s statement:
I served in Vietnam. I believe in strong aliances with weak countries. Also, I have many plans. And messages.
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Didn’t Kerry say Saddam wasn’t a threat earlier in the debate? Now he says that Saddam was a threat, but that’s not the point.
He’s just paradoxed the whole debate. Wait, didn’t the debate start at 8 pm CDT? Why does my computer clock say 5:34? The space time continuum has ruptured!
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On Putin, Kerry reminds us he served in Russia, mentions it’s important, and then goes back to North Korea.
Bilateral talks with China.
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The Putin question:
Bush: Centralization in Russia in response to terror is bad, and I’ve said so publicly. Russia’s an ally, though, and Bush invokes Beslan. Calls Vladamir by his first names, and values his personal relationship. A good, even-tempered response. Will Kerry want preemptive invasion to save the Russians and secure the nuclear material?
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