Lots of noise across the blogosphere concerning Den Beste’s string bikini fetish (which he first copped to in this notorious post). So deafening is the blog roil, in fact, that Ol’ Steve felt compelled to respond to allegations that he’s some creepy old pedarest hunkered down in his computer-laden (though paneling-free, surprisingly!) porn room, banging out stickly little essays with his free hand. Note to Steve: I think the “creepiness”

Lots of noise across the blogosphere concerning Den Beste’s string bikini fetish (which he first copped to in this notorious post). So deafening is the blog roil, in fact, that Ol’ Steve felt compelled to respond to allegations that he’s some creepy old pedarest hunkered down in his computer-laden (though paneling-free, surprisingly!) porn room, banging out stickly little essays with his free hand. Note to Steve: I think the “creepiness”

Expect blogging to be light today. I need to go grocery shopping, and I need to spend some time with my lovely wife, who notes (rightly so) that I’m starting to look like a “stooped Hefty bag crammed full of cottage cheese” — presumably from sitting in front of the computer, web surfing and eating buttered crumpets all day. I need some spinach or something, evidently. Anyway, grades are due

War Liberal Mac Thomason sent along this careful debunking of the Mothman myth, courtesy of Joe Nickell, special to the Skeptical Inquirer (March-April 2002). Here’s a sample: But what about the red-eyed ‘Mothman’ sightings? The creature at the old munitions area ‘had two big eyes like automobile reflectors,’ and others echoed that description, including one man who, alerted by his dog in the direction of his hay barn, spotted it

So let’s see… I watched The Mothman Prophecies the other night — the blurbs on the DVD case promised me a “creepy” and “unsettling” film, but the blurbs lied, stupid, stupid blurbs — and, though Richard Gere was decent and Laura Linney passable (though just barely so — not my favorite actress, Ms. Linney; Congo sealed her fate as far as I’m concerned), the movie itself was a disappointment. Debra

Anybody else as excited as I am about Interleague play? I mean, Phillies-Tigers! Yup. Hard to beat that.

Anybody else as excited as I am about Interleague play? I mean, Phillies-Tigers! Yup. Hard to beat that.

So I was checking out some pictures from the latest D.C. Blogfest, and I noticed a bunch of the guys in the photos drinking wine. Guys. Wine. Unfortunately, none of the photos have captions identifying the shamed offenders, so I’ll just have to be content with snorting at them in the abstract. Note: Anybody caught drinking wine at the upcoming Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash (anybody, that is, with a penis

Marc Weisblott — busy with present day teevee pilots and obsessed with ABC mini-series The Hamptons’ resident pseudo-celeb, Jaqueline (“Like, I am like, sooo not the airhead I was like, totally portrayed as”) Lipson — passed along to me this item from Orange County Weekly: “

Marc Weisblott — busy with present day teevee pilots and obsessed with ABC mini-series The Hamptons’ resident pseudo-celeb, Jaqueline (“Like, I am like, sooo not the airhead I was like, totally portrayed as”) Lipson — passed along to me this item from Orange County Weekly: “