You know what? You don’t have to post anything. I mean, if it’s no longer fun, it’s no longer fun.
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update: Of course, it could be fun again in an hour or so. I’m fractious like that.
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Yeah. F*ck it.
Turing: Perhaps. As in, perhaps you should just say “F*ck it.”
I hope it’s still fun!
Or at least, that it will be again, soon….
I was thinking about changing the name of my site to “Moribund,” so if I don’t post, I’m covered.
Turing: end
Well shit. Jeff, if you do go on hiatus, I want some ad space… for
dirt cheapfree.Now that you’ve experienced the power of the electronic media, the written word pales in comparison. Radio is spontaneous and immediate and there is a certain thrill with having to think quickly on the fly… as opposed to sitting at a keyboard where time is a luxury.
You’ve been bitten by the bug and now you want that feeling everyday. Not just one day a week.
By the way, the only way your radio show will ever meet your high expectations is if you do it everyday. You can’t get good at it doing it once a week.
If KOA called with an offer today, this weblog would soon be a distant memory.
Not going on hiatus per se. Just gonna take it light for a little bit. The blogosphere is in full on high school mode over this Schiavo business, and I’m sick of it.
Or maybe I’ll just stick to writing about non-controversial things.
To wit: LIBERALS SUCK, MAN! DON’T YOU HATE HOW LIBERAL THEY ARE? FUCKING LIBERALS.
or some such.
*sigh*
First Allah, now Goldstein. Where’s a cheap bastard like myself to go now for the free yucks?
Did I mention that Lileks is pulling the long blog face and threatening light posting for the month too? Who’s next? ASV? INDCJournal? Power Line? Geezus, I’m gonna be reduced to only The Corner before too much longer and they just ain’t that funny. Other than their token Jew, Goldberg. Must be a tribe thing.*
*h/t: HundredPercenter.
Every new beginning is just the beginning of the end..
You might be onto something. That’s an oft-ignored niche that’s just begging to be filled. Still might be too controversial, though. Maybe toss in something about gay people?
I think it’s fun every time I come here. There’s this babe that keeps telling me how much she wants me–and she’s wearing not too much–and right below her there’s this other really gorgeous woman who probably wants me too but has been far too shy to say so thus far.
What’s not to love, I ask you?
Or, it’s always darkest before it’s pitch black.
I thought Schiavo died… Isnt it time to move on to something new ? How long can even the Parrotsphere beat that dead horse ?
Jeff, you and Allah could group-blog…
PW: LIBERALS SUCK!
Allah: I’M OUTRAGED!
PW:
Allah:
PW: Well I’m OUTRAGED at how SUCKY those liberals ARE!
Allah: Your outrage is OUTRAGEOUS!
And so on.
But truly, a new picture of Satchel would be mo betta.
Jeff, be honest…are you just saying the blogosphere is getting you down when you really just want to take a couple of days to play Xbox undisturbed?
Oh wait…sorry, that’s me. Nevermind.
I’m outraged at BLT’s suggestion!
There’s 6 or so billion people on the planet,
deal with who you want to is my motto.
That and every day I wake up is a good day.
And a little Liberal-bashing is good for the constitution.
And Yes, I will have fries with that.
A chronicle of Schiavo fatigue ( not saying whose) without use of dangerous words.
RE: the update, What a blog tease you are. Bitch.
Email michael moore if you’re bored.
What if we were to send a couple of hookers over to your place? Would that change your mind?
Maybe a menage-a-blog with Jeff, Allah & Glenn Reynolds;
PW: Well I’m OUTRAGED at how SUCKY those liberals ARE!
Allah: Your outrage is OUTRAGEOUS!
Glenn: Heh. Indeed
“Menage-a-blog.”
There’s no nudity there, right?
Whatever floats their boats I guess.. Depends on how bored they really are.
How ‘bout going on a Spring break? I’m tired of thinking, really. I know I need a spring break … some jello shots … a cheap novel to read on the beach …
I still haven’t gotten Bill Keller’s final e-mail to Jarvis out of my mind.
You were having fun with that poem. That was not a poem that some not-having-fun person wrote. Maybe you’re having a problem with your genre identity
By the way, I called April, did I not?
Messed up the timing of Martha’s parole, though.
Hey Jeff.. I have an idea.. You can become a Bipolar Blogger… you know, like spend a few months doing unusual, upbeat post modern humor… then spend a few months doing really dark, morose, self indulgent pieces.. then back to humor.. and so on, and so forth.. Then every so often, without warning, throw in some really wild & crazy stuff that makes absolutely no sense at all.. just for spice. Hell, under this plan you dont even have to include real news.. you can make up your own as you go along..call it delusion or hallucination or God talking to you, or whatever… As an added bonus, being Bipolar (or having an artistic temperament) adds to your credibility as an artist.. that all bipolars are geniuses goes without saying..
Genre! Did I hear someone say GENRE?
Allah: got game [paddle]?
Seriously, in the April comment you did get one thing ‘wrong’ from an outsiders POV. You say you coasted for 7 months. From the other side, you were on fire up to and including that last Jeter ‘shop. To crank out that much painstaking and voluminous work was no mortal feat and your “coasting” wasn’t even slightly apparent.
Glenn must read about a half-million words each day to provide the links he does. But bloggers like you and Jeff who create original content have to do that much reading and then generate novel and funny material. It’s superhuman. It really is.
Back in April I pooh-poohed your statement about burnout. I retract that comment now.
You guys don’t dole out free ice cream, you’re fucking Breyers factories.
So thanks. In absentia; in memoriam; in advance; in retropect; thanks.
Now, Jeff, don’t be talking like that so soon after so many of us hit the tip jar for your new computer.
Later,
bbeck
Thanks, Jeff.
I don’t have to comment.
There. I feel much better!
Thanks, again, big guy.
I got sufficiently tired of feeling like I had an “obligation” to crank out new material that I eventually shifted gears to what I do now–namely crank out a couple dozen posts one week, and spend the next week completely neglecting the site & playing poker in Atlantic City (which turns out to be yet another occupation more profitable than time spent blogging). Fortunately I have a few other writers at my place who pick up the slack a bit, ut nothing like my old routine. Regardless, blogging is still fun when the mood takes me, and I enjoy corresponding with other bloggers enough to keep me in the game.
Cuz I know you were all just now thinking, “Gee, I wonder what Beck’s thoughts are on the whole matter?”
GENRE!
[Just checking to see if this word works as well as PENIS to get Diana to comment.]
Turing word: maybe, as in maybe it will.
Well, it is the same length!
What do you guys suppose Beck thinks about all this? Hey, let’s ask Beck.
Jeff, you have to keep blogging. You are one of the very few that I don’t agree with, yet still enjoy reading. Who else would I read to see the wrong side of the road??
Doesn’t that depend on the genre? I mean, you have your epic poems and you have your limericks, know what I mean?
There are the sonnets and haiku.
I told you before, size doesn’t matter … it’s method and meaning.
Schiavo? That is so LAST week, man. You folks need to catch up…THIS week it is ALL POPE ALL THE TIME! 24-7, NON-STOP!
I mean, he was a great guy and all, and I am not trying to be disrespectful. He wore both beanies as well as big tall pointy hats, kissed lots of babies, and was no doubt a good and kind Christian man. I’m just saying I’m already tired of the suffocating, wall-to-wall media coverage and its probably not even going to ease up until Saturday, for crying out loud.
Turing = “put”, which of course refers to….oh, never mind, I’ve got nothing.
’The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master—that’s all.’
gail – Sorta like Jeff’s work. The simplicity and elegance of his haiku, or the complexity and hysteria of Anna Nicole Smith, or the subtlety of his ode to Martha Stewart.
Lesbian prison sex is subtle??
Lesbian prison sex can be subtle. Just make sure to use soft focus on the camera. There is a camera, right?
The subtext is subtle, Craig. It’s all about the subtext.
Let’s just say, he puts meat in the meatloaf (which is really kind of icky, when you think about it).
It could actually be dangerous if it’s just out of the oven. The meatloaf, that is.
Of course, gail. I think I speak for just about all of us in saying that we tend to keep our meat out of the oven.
As long as you don’t let it loaf.
Hey! I don’t have to comment! Anywhere! On any blog!
Oh. My. God. This is such a watershed moment in my life.
I’m free! Freeeeeeeeee!
Did you notice that Ace has quit? And he delinked you as his penultimate act.
(Not to worry, folks, that should get Jeff revved up.)
I thought he was kidding.
He may be kidding about quitting, but he wasn’t about the delinking.
Chill guys, he’s not doing an Allah and leaving us all lost and wailing, bereft of his wit and any reason to go on living our cruel, cruel lives. He just doesn’t feel like posting right now.
Everyone needs to say f*ck it now and then. Besides, where else is he going to get all that crazy blog money and all those hot-ass blog groupies?
So everybody’s all worried about Ace now. How soon they forget. Don’t worry about Ace. He’s just punking you about going out on the high point of showing a picture with Lauren Bush’s nipple. Get back to worrying about Jeff, which is your job as minions.
Jeff? Boobies over at Ace’s.
Eh! They’re all just suffering from (ahem) short “attention” span.
She said “short”.
Heheh.
(Waitaminnit…….)
Turing: types, as in what Jeff does much better than I, and I don’t mean “classifies”.
Jeff just commented over at Ace’s, but WE know he just went for the boobies.
… and JEEESSSSUUUSSSS!
I can’t do this much longer … these guys are three hours behind me. They’ll never catch up. Lag! Lag! Lag!
I haven’t seen or heard the word “fractious” since that song by Men at Work, and that was spoken through a vocoder.
hey, it’s truuuue…
…machinery in my pocket
I even got a docket from you.
yeah well i think you are sad
update: well i could think your funny in about an hour!
No, really, don’t go.
You just wanted to use “fractious” in a sentence.