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...
The super-duper-magical envelope is on the computer desk in front of me. It’s got every single Christmas shopping receipt, minus Internet orders. Every single one…save for the Sports Authority receipt. It’s like some magical little elf figured out I bought her the wrong size at that one store, snuck in, and made off with that one receipt. An elf named Murphy. I must have left the slip in the shopping bag when I pulled out the merchandise to wrap it.
Two-thirds of a quart of eggnog, and tomorrow is the expiration date. Om nom nom nom.
She works 9:30 to 3:30. I’m going to try to clean up this dive, plot out the finances, shower, trim the beard, maybe run down to the coffee shop and buy one of those old heavy newspaper things.
I’m thinning out my e-mail inbox. I’m one of those weirdos who never deletes messages…but last night, on a Facebook thread someone cried foul against a Ron Paul fan because the word “neocon” was supposed to be off-limits according to the rules of the thread. The Paulbot started squealing about his First Amendment rights to free speech being oppressed, and away we went. Paulbots: Deprived of “neocon,” “Eisenhower tried to warn us” and “wake up!” they have nothing left to say. But they’ll say it anyway.
I didn’t get all my filing of paperwork done. Got one box squared away, another two to go. Almost jammed the paper shredder three times.
Another Paulbot, this one part of my circle of friends and I have much more respect for her, is trying to tell me (again) that Palin was never doing anything more than chasing money. Must be nice to read minds.
I unleashed a rant about the scene with Will Smith committing suicide in a bathtub full of jellyfish. See if I tell you which movie that is, it’s a huge spoiler, and hopefully (maybe?) I’m doing right by you if I don’t say what the movie is. Hope that works, anyway…my beef is that the 911 responders would have been stung by the same jellyfish, and this makes him something of a jerk. Well, I’m told he left a note. I own the movie, I’ll have to watch it again. But still, a note? How about grab a can of glow-in-the-dark paint, and put letters covering the entire wall “WATCH OUT FUCKING DEADLY JELLYFISH” with a down-arrow.
My son called sometime yesterday, and hung up. I’ll have to see what’s going on.
Found a Linux client for Skype, and opened an account. Cute toy. But the kid hasn’t been online.
We had to dredge up some of our youthful vigor, since we weren’t able to find a live broadcast of the celebrations in New York. And so we had to do what normal people do, and stay awake until it was midnight in our time zone. Life is tough.
So what, in blogger world, made the biggest impression on me lately? Probably this…
Poor, poor put-upon Paris Kardashian wanna-be ladies. Someone please find them a frowny-face emoticon, I don’t think they can manage it themselves.
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Happy New Year, Morgan.
- bpenni | 01/01/2012 @ 11:35I am suddenly reminded of why I never use Twitter.
- cylarz | 01/02/2012 @ 03:34