Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Blog-sister Daphne…
A few blocks down an oak shaded boulevard lined with stately brick and mortar middle class aspirations, lies a small side road. A left turn there will put you on short cul-de-sac where nine families reside. These people know each other well. They’re raising children of a similar age, belong to the same clubs, sit on the same committees, volunteer their time and money to the same causes. They experience more personal detail than your average neighbors share, and given the right conditions, a cul-de-sac can create a little hot bed of juicy intimacy.
The house sitting in the dead center at the end of the loop was beautiful, the nicest pick of the nine by any measure. The yard was professionally landscaped and meticulously maintained, the large home had a beautiful limestone facade, the interior was immaculate. The people who lived there cared about appearances, had high standards for their chosen lifestyle and managed it all well. The husband practiced law for a living, the wife raised their four children and kept up the house. A good looking family, they were prosperous, well adjusted pillars of the neighborhood.
“Desperate Housewives” doesn’t do it quite as elegantly. It tries but it falls short.
Yes, you bet your ass there’s a twist ending, and a fine one it is.
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