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...
Now seems as opportune a time as any to beef up my list…because once we’ve put up with President Obama for four years, the country will be about as ready for my special brand of leadership as it ever has been before. By the fourth quarter of 2012, I figure President Obama’s definition of a rich person will be someone making double-digits an hour, or more. Somewhere in that neighborhood. He’ll be smackin’ a luxury tax down on the kid who cooks your fries.
So we’re up to…what…forty-three things. I just came up with a 44th when I was waiting in line to buy my lunch, looking at all the glossies and tabloids.
We need truth in advertising in our glossies and tabloids. Good Housekeeping doesn’t have much to do with good housekeeping. There’s nothing cosmopolitan about Cosmo. People is all about really strange people; I don’t know any people like those.
We’re in the mood to regulate things, huh? Let’s start there.
You aren’t teaching any of your female readers 105 ways to please their men in bed that night, so stop printing things on your cover implying you are.
And the titles have got to go. When I am Dictator Of America For Life, the glossies have tightly regulated titles…maybe it’s more accurate to say tightly stenciled titles.
Pick one of the following:
• Hollywood sluts in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood bitches in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood whores in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood termagants in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood trollops in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood hookers in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood tramps in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood strumpets in really nice clothes;
• Hollywood floozies in really nice clothes…
…I’ll give my thesaurus imagination a really good workout thinking up some more, because as a benevolent dictator, I think I owe it to the noble supermarket-glossy-mag industry to cast my net of ideas far and wide — to capture the true spirit of intellectual diversity that is the hallmark of those who sell overpriced paper-petroleum products to bored shoppers who don’t want to admit to having bought ’em.
If you see any articles in an overpriced glossy mag you don’t want to admit to having bought, that falls outside of the exhaustive list above, do let me know so I can produce a quick update. Well, you know. Anything outside those cantaloupe/blackberry recipes.
Not that I’ve ever personally bought one, or anything.
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Is there one in which you could replace “really nice clothes” with “flashy, but revealing clothes”?
Just academic interest, you know…
- karrde | 11/06/2008 @ 08:50