September 22, 2004

5 New Questions

From Rocket Jones:

1. Why did you start a blog?

Because I had been talking back at the tee-vee for way too long. Seriously, I don't remember why, exactly. I started about half a dozen which only lasted a day or two tops. Then it dawned on me Robbo and I had been emailing little things back and forth for years and the light suddenly went on.

That, plus the bales of twenties carried by the hookers Karl Rove regularly sends over us with our marching orders from our Sith Masters at Halliburton. Long live the Chimperor!

2. Do you have a blogmother/blogfather?

September of 2002, I pshopped a picture of Saddam Hussein into a Bugs Bunny still frame of Bugs and Daffy doing the "Duck Season" bit, with Saddam holding up a sign that said "Saddam Season" and then emailed it to Glenn Reynolds. He responded back in about 10 mintues and said "Post it and I'll link to it." Alas, I was like the clueless eleven year old saying "hey, Mister O-G, which end of the pipe do I use?" Needless to say, I froze, and the moment passed.

Once we were actually up and running for a few months, The Commissar as well as Dean Esmay were very encouraging and helpful. So if anyone deserves credit for us, blame the Commissar. Spasibo, Comrade!

3. Has it helped/hurt/had no effect on your professional life?

No discernable effect. One bigfoot in our field figured out the connection, as he was sitting in front of my when I took one for the team and asked Wonkette the question about amateur porn at the political science convention a couple of weeks ago; when I wrote the whole thing up (and we got Instalanched) he emailed the next day to tease me about it. (The King of the Jawas knows who I am talking about). So, other than being outed as a vicious partisan Republican, no effect that way. It hasn't interefered with my teaching or writing (if anything, it has helped my writing by just breaking down all pretenses to writers block). Often I blog a bit just to get my brain loose, and then dive into the real stuff that pays the bills.

No one at work (other than Chai-Rista) and our IT guy know, but that's for the best. But the area that it has really helped is around the home front: my wife is amused by the whole concept, and there's been a marked decline in the generally cranky factor that I would ordinarily have in an election year. And that's very good.

That, and the Halliburton bribe money and hookers have helped. Thanks, Karl Rove!

4. Do your 'real world' friends know that you blog?

"What do I do in my spare time? Well, Phil, I sit in the basement in my jammies pretending to be a Llama hopped up on airplane glue and use photoimaging software to make the wife of the Democratic nominee look like Elton John. That, and I "fisk" people, which is an imaginary rhetorical beating...."

The answer would be no. Rob and I are opposites on this: I haven't told anyone in my family. One buddy is a regular reader (props to Barry! Woo-hoo! Go Huskers!) but other than that, no, my neighbors think I'm weird enough as it is.

5. Do you have a blog crush?

Umm, no, not that I know of. I mean, other than Jeff at Beautiful Atriosities sending flowers and candy, but that's the real thing.....

Seriously, though, I think what would be fun would be for all our blog-buddies to descend on Las Vegas for a wild weekend of blogalicious fun! The LLamas in Vegas, bay-bee! It can be the start of a bona fide blogging convention---Blogacon 2005! Vegas!! Woo-hoo! Dan Rather will be there, dressed like Liberace's driver and carrying INDC Bill's bucket of quarters.

Posted by Steve at September 22, 2004 08:32 PM | TrackBack

I am SO there! Since you and INDeCent Bill are DC based, why not Atlantic City? Hmmm?

Posted by: Gordon at September 22, 2004 09:59 PM

No, no! Make it Vegas and you might get some of the Rocky Mountain crowd, as well as a number of us Bear Flag Leaguers (California bloggers).

Posted by: Attila Girl at September 23, 2004 02:55 AM

oh my huskers...

Bless your heart for the mention.

You know those 20's that Rove is sending over are printed on the plates we gave Iran in the '80's. Spend 'em in a small town where no one will notice.


Posted by: Vic Barry (former regional rock star) at September 23, 2004 12:28 PM
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