Gordon the Cranky Neo-Con (question: have you ever met a perky Neo-con? You know, kind of a pre-skanky Katie Couric with that come hither "I just banged Leo Strauss AND Alan Bloom" sort of look in her eyes? No? Me neither, alas.) points us to what surely must be the greatest compliment in the blogworld: derivative imitation. Now, to join Apalca Burger we have Sacred Cow Burgers.
Granted, they're not a blog, but a pure pshop parody site. And we claim all credit for inventing the "butcher shop" theme.
Yips, dammit!
The Commissar reports that the Iraq wackjobs have kidnapped a French journalist, and have demnaded that Chirac overturn the policy against wearing the hijab in school within 48 hours.
Draw your own conclusions.
when Salam Pax--the most famous blogger in the Middle East-- links to your pshop hit attack on a revered religious leader, and all you can think about is "Hey, the bastard didn't track back right.....I'm not getting credit for the 'inbound unique'!!!!"
Thanks a lot, Jeff!
I've got to finish the conference paper this weekend or I'm toast. But three quick observations:
1. Someone found our site looking for "llama emoticons." Three words, buddy: For. The. Love. of. Gawd. NO! Okay, that's five, but you get my drift.Emoticons are evil, quite possibly the thing I hate most about the world of computing other than the Cult of Jobs. Emoticons are the red-headed bastard child of that stupid animated computer clip on Microsoft Word and the Idiot's Guide dude.
I hate them with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. Nothing makes me want to pull an Elvis and get out a large caliber handgun and shoot my monitor more than emoticons.
(breath deeply).......
2. First he double-llama dares us to give a "Queer Makeover" to Ayatollah Sistiani, and when we do, he says we're going to Hell for it. Well now. I'm beginning to think "Jeff" over at Beautiful Atrios-ities was just an agent provocateur for the Saudi Ministry for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice. Furthermore, he thinks we made Sistiani look like Gloria Vanderbilt, when clearly we were going for an Elton John circa 1979 sort of look.
3.Advice for the day: don't mess with Grandma Decee. How to describe Grandma Decee? Think Sarah Connor in a Gingham Dress, serving up hot toddies all the while using an RPG to blow the head of a Terminator plowing through her peones. It's a pretty sight!
Don't you just hate people who tell you that you should try something? Me too. But don't you just love doing it to other people? Me too.
I have started in on Doctor Dogbody's Leg by James Norman Hall. (Hall, it turns out, is half of the duo of Nordhoff and Hall, who co-wrote Mutiny on the Bounty.) Doctor Dogbody is a one-legged surgeon of many years' service in the Royal Navy. With Napoleon safely deposited on St. Helena, he holds forth at The Cheerful Tortoise, an inn in Portsmouth (rather like Mr. Mulliner's Angler's Rest). Each of the stories in the book is a different account of how the good Doctor lost his "larboard" leg, and contains a delightful mix of outrageous lies, good natured chaff and gripping adventure. Hall's writing is not nearly as rich as Patrick O'Brian's, but it is a step up from C.S. Forster's Hornblower saga. (Doctor Dogbody is also considerably more cheerful than the dour Horatio who, in my humble opinion, gets rather tedious sometimes.) Hall obviously loves both the period and his characters.
If you are a Patrick O'Brian fan, I'd heartily recommend this book.