Of course the “Saving Private Lynch” story was completely fake, but it’s interesting the care they took with the fake.

I applaud their success. It can’t be easy running a Potemkin War for the journalists in the middle of a real one with shooting and stuff going on.

Tonight at work I was watching the NBA finals and saw their scrolling marquee invite viewers to visit the NBA’s Official Weblog.

Two ghastly companies whose websites I visited last week had Company Weblogs.

marm0t has been invited to a Business Blogging Conference.

O’Reilly has gone kookoo for cocoapuffs over “blogging” and is issuing a “Blogging Hacks” book.

People are going into the business of being Blogging Consultants and Blogging Trainers.

A few unpleasant inevitables can now be said to have occurred, namely:

• Blogging as self-promotion has now become blogging as corporate promotion
• The usual idiotic blatherati have grabbed on to “blogging” as a reason to go to parties and be cool, and because they’re hooked up, it’s being promoted as a business venture to generate more parties.
• The result will be that this engaging and amusing hobby will now become a wasteland of pathetic astroturf instead of a wasteland of juvenile yawping with occasional dots of entertaining intelligence.

Grumpy McBitterpants, over and out 🙂

marm0t is right. The sign maker totally rules.

In his frothing and incomprehensible review of the Matrix, he utters this immortal sentence:

[Agent Jones is] again played by the capable Hugo Weaving, who brings an exultant beatitude to laminated malignancy.

Where do you go these days to get your malignancy laminated? Sheesh.

Unsurprisingly, the Case Western shooter was a man of big ideas with a burning hatred for anyone who tried to move in on his action.

I wonder how many other Usenet Kooks, old men in libraries, and psychoceramic conspiracy victims are going to lead a trail of bad web pages up to their final Gotterdammerung?

I remember reading John Walker Lindh’s usenet postings and thinking he was just another mild usenet kook too.

This is the image that I think will stand for my country when people look back on life here, say 100 years from now. An anguished person being rushed out of Terrorspace by officers as other officers point weapons in all directions. Drag us where you will, just get us out of the fear zone, O ninja cops.

So all us anti-war, dubbya-detesting people are to unite. We are to do something important. We are to join together, and with one voice:

Watch a movie?

Yeah. ‘Cause that will make things all better. The huge flows of money back and forth, the power of humans demonstrating in the streets, the fight of the next election, the grass roots organizations are all as nothing compared to some hipsters inviting their friends to watch a cool movie. Plus bonghits.

And the name of the bar, the bar is called heaven.

Plastic trees, goldfish, air conditioning. What more could a total MORAN want? 🙂

Trader Joe’s has the most amazing assortment of Foods That Are Like Heroin Or Crack or Some Other Debilitating Drug To Me. Here is a short list:

• Chili Lemon Pistachio Nuts
• Peanut Butter Filled Pretzels
• Spanish Manchego Cheese
• Super Sweet Corn
• Butternut Squash Ravioli
• Mochi Green Tea Ice Cream
• Crystalline Ginger Cookies
• Comte Gruyere Cheese
• Chocolate Oranges

I stagger out realizing that I just blew $50 and I still need groceries. I need help or at least more of these chili lemon pistachios HLAGHAGLAHGLAGHAGLHAGLAHGAGLHAG

This is interesting. After eyeteeth‘s comment and a cursory web search I realized I totally had my head in my feathers. The Howard the Duck comic always did use that phrase, and I had totally forgotten this. So my “neat thing” was the other way around, a tribute to HtD from another Ohioan: the lyrics to the Pretenders’ “Precious”.

Howard the Duck and Mr. Stress both stayed
Trapped in a world that they never made

So I’m an idiot. But it’s still a good song.