Merrick: “I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!”
Me:: “Whatever. Fine. Go ahead and dance. You have my permission.”
Merrick: ” — I AM A HUMAN BEING!”
Me: “Okay, now you’re just being plain silly…”
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Little dude, before you boogie out onto the floor, you wanna try some of this absinthe?
dillos, not squirrels, rule my world, I said they rule my world
Ghost of John Merrick Dances the Hornpipe on The Ed Sullivan Show, 1962
Boy… I say, Boy… you’re about as sharp as a bowlin’ ball.
~Foghorn Leghorn~
As further slight to Joseph Merrick, his name was promptly forgotten and then mis-spoken by his own best friend and biographer, Sir Fredrick Treves.
Then, after his death, Joe was put on display at the Royal London Hospital.
But none of that matters on the dance floor, I suppose.
Then, after his death, Joe was put on display at the Royal London Hospital.
On the other hand, Jeremy Bentham reportedly does enjoy those Council meetings at University College in London, even if he doesn’t get to vote very often.
Of course, some of the posters here feel you’re not a real animal if you have an A cup or less. Or that it’s fair game to ridicule when there is so much else to make fun of.
But then if you’re not immune to it in junior high, you’ll never get over it. And if you don’t stop making fun of it in junior high, you’ll never get over it either.
Well, for what it’s worth, I’m not much past an A cup myself.
And yeah, I’ve been taking a lot of shit lately, come to think on it. You might be on to something, keninnorcal.
Yeah, but what sort of bust does Carrot Top have?
(not the steroidal Carrot Top, natch… the wannabe Carrot Top.)
Flabbergast.
Funny. Stanhope used to IM me all the time. Figured he was a plant.
My soul just died a little. Between the “success” of Marcotte and Greenwald, I have very little hope left for this culture.
Circle jerk boosterism. Art and argument? Dead as a pair of boots.
Never have scare quotes been more apt. A comic book is about right though. Not even a graphic novel, as Frank Miller would make quick work of either of those schmoes.
Here’s a podcast. The book is a weapon. Fight back with humor. Like when I was in college … we called crisis pregnancy centers and came up with elaborate stories like about being 12 years old and on drugs and seeing if they’d try to talk me into an abortion. It’s good to push back at the stereotypes that feminists don’t have a good sense of humor. “Tool” means “tool of the patriarchy” but a douchebag is a lot the same as a tool. They hurt women and say we smell bad. I think it’s good to call people a douchebag but some people say it’s not sex-positive enough so you can also use the word “cobag” and it’s gender neutral. I’m definitely a third-wave feminist… I’m supporting Baracky. I’ve gotten blowback from some feminists. Baracky could be the first black president so the identity issue is a wash. Baracky is stronger on the war issue. What would you want to say to George Bush. I’d feel obligated to talk him down from attacking Iran. It’s so important. They’re not gonna hurt us. Blah blah racist oppression. Being a feminist is scary cause you’re afraid you’ll never get laid again but there are men that dig feminist women. You have to overcome the fear and you end up with a better quality of men. What does your footwear say about your feminism? I’m standing barefoot in my kitchen. Ha ha ha it’s so deeply ironic. Why a drunk panda? It’s a drunk redneck panda what captures the spirit of irreverence. The panda doesn’t care what you think about him.
yeah, but would you ever feel compelled to write a review for “1001 Floral Motifs and Ornaments for Artists and Craftspeople (Dover Pictorial Archive Series) (Paperback)”? no. so I think your soul is maybe more alive than you think.
My soul just died a little. Between the “success†of Marcotte and Greenwald, I have very little hope left for this culture.
Don’t give up, Mr. Frodo.
“THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.”
Tom Paine, The Crisis
– Hey, I’m jiggy wid dah freedom thing. But the Glenn(s), they make my feet itch. On the third hand, I wouldn’t be using my hands at all if I had to sleep in the same building with Marcunt, whom I tend to visualize as a female Merrick. (dead version)
Some posters, however, feel that when you’re making a comment that’s completely unrelated to the thread topic, maybe you ought to clue us in to whatever the fuck you’re on about. Otherwise, all that scathingness is even more lost than Baby Jessica down a well.
Playing along, though, my tits are evidently a bit larger than Jeff’s, kettlebells notwithstanding, which makes me feel all superior. But he’s probably got a definite edge on firmness.
– You need to lay off the nipple weights.
– And Jeff. The Glenn(s), Marcottes, Hamshers, et. al., will be kept alive like Fidel on a garden hose, for as long as the Loonpussies can hammer a playdoe loaded syringe into their dead arms.
FOR TEH SYMBOLOGY!!!111eleventyoneth!!11
Just to clarify, I am not pierced for kettlebells. That would be much more epic body-piercing than I can stand to consider, even in jest. Closest I get to something like that was when I put a staple through my thumb.
We’re not talking Swingline, here. 3.5″ construction staple.
– Had a friend that did that once. Owner of a small construction outfit. She had to drive herself to the clinic because all the guys that worked for her fainted.
Clinic? What do you mean, clinic?
We don’t need no steenking clinic.
– She didn’t either. Brought a doc back from the clinic to revive the crew.
– She didn’t either. Brought a doc back from the clinic to revive the crew.
Now that’s a real woman. Maybe she could offer a critique of Marcotte’s book?
The way I figured it was this: I’d gotten a HUGE Tetanus booster shot just a few months before so’s I could sell my plasma in exchange for beer money, so I was good as far as the big T goes. All I had to do was liberally apply alcohol internally, and to be safe I had to do it via the blood supply because it’s really hard to irrigate a puncture wound without some kind of syringe.
Probably flawed thinking, but it seems to have all worked out ok.
Define “success”, would you? From where I’m standing, it looks like you can, if you’re of the right bent, write a book and expect a small core of head cases to buy it. Greenwald did pretty well with the first book, riding a enormous wave of BDS and having the advantage of people not having figured out what a mendouchebag he is. Now, not so much and even his “friends” are smacking him around, creating some wonderful tizzies on his part, which I must say are awfully entertaining.
Marcotte? Is the book selling to anyone but the obvious suspects? Is Oprah buying?
Oh c’mon, how many people do you think are going to buy that book? 2 sections of women’s studies at Claremount County Community College and four or five pissed off, menopausal librarians,her fanboys and her Dad. She’ll end up mailing out so many free copies to bloggers for “review” that sales won’t cover, and yu’ll be able to pick up the remainders at the 4 for $1 book warehouse that took over the vacant IGA in the seedy strip mall with the second run movie theater. They’ll be on the “trade” table next to the piles of “How to Get Rich on Ebay” and “Win in Business the Netscape Way; with a forward by Ernst Malmsten of Boo.com “
Merrick: “ALL RIGHT! WHO’S DANCIN?”
Me: “Dude.. You’re not making your case for humanity any stronger by doing the Elaine Dance… “
To just expand on pablo’s comment at #25.
Jeff, her book has a comic book cover – that’s a clue to the contents. And my prediction is that it’ll be on the outside table at Big Chain Bookstore going for a dollar before too many months are out.
Or we could forget what I just wrote and adopt LMC’s comment. Whatever; I’m humble that way.
My opinion? Worth less than nothing, but I got one. And I think you should think up a story and write it. Doesn’t matter if it’s total hack fiction. You’ve got all the tools, and the characters for a great airplane book.
Think about this… bookish academic who just happens to be in great shape and skilled in all sorts of martial arts has a blog, he goes to a convention in the heartland of america, overhears something odd but seemingly innocuous and blogs about it. Post goes viral. Evil conpiracy reads post, now they have to shut our hero up. Reputation destroyed by evil conspiracy our hero is accused of everything from tax evasion to plagarism to espionage. On the run from the authoroties he sets out to clear his name with the help of a varied and motley group of blog regulars and a beautiful and brilliant network engineer who becomes collateral damage after she helps our hero track the ip address of a threatening comment thereby exposing the conspiracy. A whirlwind chase across america ensues, culminating in a massive fistfight between our hero and the head bad guy on an aquabus ferry in Vancouver, BC.
You’ll sell a shitload of books man. Seriously, all I want is a signed copy to read when I’m stuck in O’Hare.
I’m thinking the tall guy from the office could play you and the “I’m a Mac” doucebag could play me.
In the movie. that is.
I can see it, I’m in the basement reading the blog. Suddenly a new post appears! It’s a post about an armadillo trying to break into a liquor store! (Hero needs to break into an office building) How will an amimal with such small paws pick a lock? (Our hero burned his hands climbing an electrified fence) A quick search of the internet turns up a story on a rash of robberies by a gang of amputees and little people. A hilarious comment is written giving step-by step details of the break-in. In code, like.
Tension is created when our hero needs to know how to hot wire a Prius and google comes up empmty, and our go-to commenter’s trying to get the Spongebob DVD out of the heat register so his three year old will stop crying.
‘cmon man, I’m not going to write the whole thing…
Hero and commenters are going to need 3G iPhones, of course. So you’ve got product placement, and an excuse to buy a 3g iphone, you know, for research.
This book sounds like a thinly veiled plagiarism of Eco’s Foucault’s Pudenda … I’m jus sayin’
You could call it The Armadillo Danced At Midnight.
Westward Went the Armadillo
The Cockslap Obession
The Sugarbeet Conspiracy
“The Armadillo Supremacy” is better.
i think you should write about religion in america.
like how goldberg wrote liberal fascism……you write the other book.
about how guns and religion are immunomemes against the welfare state, an shit like that.
call it something about libertarians
rawr
How about, It Was a Dark and Stormy ‘Dillo.”