In the comments to yesterday’s meta-post post, “Brian T” writes: You’re just sad now—as tired and irrelevant as your prose. Perhaps if you went back to your internet tough guy act of slapping people around the face with your virtual cock? Yes, perhaps—though I’m afraid if it’s you you had in mind, Brian T, you’re going to have to buy me dinner first, and then do a little bit of

How do you stack up? h/t paul ilc at Bloody Scott Wow.  I had no idea, Ace.  Brutha.

A funny thing happened with that Naomi Wolf piece that I mentioned yesterday.  It was apparently mentioned in another article, and then picked up by one of the ladies at Pandagon as though it were current, when in fact, as Althouse points out, it is 4 years old.  I picked it up, and Yglesias picked it up, and Amanda shows up in Althouse’s comments.  You know, I thought that Wolf

In case you need to be reminded why the guy oughta be in jail. Pardon me . . . where’s the vomitorium? Paula Abdul says she didn’t figure out her purpose in life until she became a judge on Fox network’s “American Idol.” “I knew since I was a little girl that I had this profound way of touching people. My purpose is bringing out everybody’s best and being that

me: “Okay, not bad.  Now, concentrate on your aim.  Or else, give me some advance warning that you plan to let things fly, and I’ll stretch you a canvas.  After all, we may as well turn a profit on this thing—and if you can squeeze off a pattern that looks even remotely like Mother Theresa, we can make a killing, after which you can soil yourself until the cows come

1.  Conversation between Cindy Sheehan and Billy Jack.  Punchline:  something having to do with Sheehan’s being the “face” of a movement, with a possible play on “movement.” Or “face.” or “Jack.” 2.  Miss USA booed by Mexicans—who again show open hostility to Americans (recall chants of “Osama! Osama! Osama!”)—during Miss Universe pageant and attendant publicity blitz.  Juxtapose with George Bush’s noting that those who use “amnesty” with respect to the

Still working on the WordPress build—a process slowed by doctor’s appointments and some other medical issues.  Once it’s up and running, I’m going to give it 2 months to gel. After that, if I don’t see an improvement in traffic I’ll be calling it quits as a daily blogging site.  It takes a special talent to hemorrhage readers like I have, so I think it best to put that talent

this way, but what she’s arguing for is more modesty: I will never forget a visit I made to Ilana, an old friend who had become an Orthodox Jew in Jerusalem. When I saw her again, she had abandoned her jeans and T-shirts for long skirts and a head scarf. I could not get over it. Ilana has waist-length, wild and curly golden-blonde hair. “Can’t I even see your hair?”

According to my dermatologist, just because all my moles are benign doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be using 30 SPF sunscreen.  But me, I like to slather on the 15 and live life dangerously. Were I a chick, I’d be Lindsay Lohan.  And the world would be my liquor-drenched playground.

Andrew Sullivan doesn’t say so in so many words.  But, well, speaking empirically… it wouldn’t be the first time despicable, sadistic torture boosters have been sentenced to death. There is, after all, precedent for such a thing, as Sullivan notes—citing a Norwegian war crimes trial that found the Nazis guilty in 1948 of torturing, by way of “enhanced interrogation techniques,” Norwegian paramilitary insurgents caught out of uniform (likely the rest