"Dammit, Jim, I'm a blogger, not a miracle worker!"

Michele Catalano is brooding, and you know that means hilarious wrath is about to be rained down on some unsuspecting but deserving souls.

Is the blogosphere undergoing the tragedy that beset the hip-hop world when it was riven by an angry deity into the "west coast" rappers and the "east coast" rappers? Are we going to be forced to join sides, like Montagues and Capulets? Crips and Bloods? Jets and Sharks? "Tastes Great's" and "Less Fillings'"? Spunky Wolverines and Collaborators with our Soviet Masters? Whigs, and whoever opposed the Whigs (I seem to remember something about "Mugwumps")? Starfleet Admiralty and James Kirk? The movies of Michael Bay and good taste?

If we are, if we are forced to pledge allegiance as some new breed "open-source journalists" or stand bold and proud as "bloggers" we LLamas have but one choice: we are bloggers, dammit! We put the "idiot" in idiosyncratic! We put the "ho" in "pshop commandos"! We are proud that we've been linked by Glenn Reynolds three times: one for inserting Sandy Berger on the cover of the Rolling Stones "Sticky Fingers" album, one for inserting John Kerry's face on milk carton as "lost", and once for shamelessly asking Wonkette her opinions on blogging and porn in front of 100 political scientists. We are not serious! We're LLAMAS, dammit!

We're with you, Michele! And thanks for all the laughs that you've provided us over the past two years.