1. “Air America’s Randi Rhodes’ calling for President Bush to be shot: If you make a death threat on a radio network no one listens to, does it make a sound?” — Glenn Reynolds, from “Things I’m not writing about, but that people keep asking about,” Instapundit.com
2. “You breath smells of ambrosia, nectar of the Gods…” — some guy at a hotel bar in Reno, NV, in a rather a futile attempt to woo a buxom redhead clearly above his station.
Yeah I saw that and laughed as well … I think he was inspired and shamed by my scorn for his simple declaratives.
Your second item makes me think of, oh I don’t know, a little vignette called Scenes From A Driveway I recently read. To wit:
Scenes from a blog, continued:
Jeff G: “some guy at a hotel bar in Reno, NV, in a rather a futile attempt to woo a buxom redhead clearly above his station.”
Me: “‘Some guy’ in a futile attempt…?”
Jeff G: “Yeah. I think it might have been me, if you want the truth.”
Me: “I do. Which reminds me: John Kerry is an asshole.”
Just sayin’.
Oh, it’s not. It’s fully baked.
“Clearly above his station”? Did I just stumble on Jane Austin’s blog?
Austen is the shizznat.