For those of you who love Atrios, the Philly Inquirer has an article on him.
It’s pretty funny. But just because Duncan is the biggest Philly blogger is no excuse not to call me and ask me for some pithy remarks đ
For those of you who love Atrios, the Philly Inquirer has an article on him.
It’s pretty funny. But just because Duncan is the biggest Philly blogger is no excuse not to call me and ask me for some pithy remarks đ
Kos might not agree with this: “By some measures – such as the site Blogstreet – he is the most influential blogger among the 13 million out there.”
Oh — and what would you have said, Boo, if they’d called you?
have said Duncan ain’t shit, and I can school him on the basketball court anytime.
Woah. You da man.
Courtesy of White Men Can’t Jump…great film…:{)
Booman: I can school him on the basketball court anytime.
El Correcto. Your degree in Philosophy (IIRC) is pedagologically (sp?) transferable to such an environment. Socrates, if we can believe Plato, would oft times discourse on ethics in an Athenian palestra.
A major advantage t’would be a counter to the well known soporific tendenz of Metaphysical discussions. (Known in the literature as “falling asleep over Kant.”)
Football Commentator
Well there may be no score, but there’s certainly no lack of excitement here. As you can see, Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius he say, “Name go in book”. And this is Nietzsche’s third booking in four games. [We see a bearded figure in a track-suit is warming up on the touch-line.] And who’s that? It’s Karl Marx, Karl Marx is warming up. It looks as though there’s going to be a substitution in the German side. [Marx removes the track-suit, under which he is wearing a suit.] Obviously the manager Martin Luther has decided on all-out attack, as indeed he must with only two minutes of the match to go. And the big question is, who is he going to replace, who’s going to come off. It could be Jaspers, Hegel or Schopenhauer, but it’s Wittgenstein! Wittgenstein, who saw his aunty only last week, and here’s Marx. [Marx begins some energetic knees-up running about.] Let’s see it he can put some life into this German attack. [The referee blows his whistle; Marx stops and begins contemplating like the rest.] Evidently not. What a shame. Well now, with just over a minute left, a replay on Tuesday looks absolutely vital. There’s Archimedes, and I think he’s had an idea.
Archimedes
Eureka! [He runs towards the ball and kicks it.]
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Make some coffee or ice tea, and enjoy.
Thanks, that is a hoot.
Have you shown that to gilgamesh? He is studying analytic philosophy ‘even as we speak.’
P.S. We named one of the kittens Atrios — in the last batch we socialized. And we like the name so much — it’s a neat name for a pet — that we’re going to name one of the new batch after Atrios.
I think we’re naming some of the rest after the whores on Deadwood.
and what are the names of the whores?
This entire exchange is hilarious!
I hope Atrios doesn’t see it.
Trixie, for one. Especially since she’s Al’s former top whore. And Trixie is a cute name for a kitten.
Story: Early on, we thought my cat Bear might be good at helping socialize the kittens. So, we brought Bear over to my daughter’s apartment. Bear immediately hissed and lunged at the bitty kittens. I was SO disappointed in him. And then we laughed because little Trixie got all big and poofy … so we always talk about the time that “Bear made Trixie go poofy.”
Okay … the simple prattlings of cat-crazy women … you ought to see how the people talk abou their pet raccoons on the Yahoo Raccoon list.
We also named the kittens Wonkette (I don’t like that name — it’s not a cat’s name), and Charlie (after Charlie Utter), and Sophia, after the little girl whose family is killed by Al’s henchmen.
Maybe we should have a poll to name the kittens here. Hmmm. .. if Darcy says it’s alright.
Depends on personalities, of course, but you might have a use for Wild Bill or Calamity Jane. A black tom cat could be Sheriff Bullock, or Seth.
Wild Bill make Calamity Jane go all poofy.
First, I’m sorry you are in Philadelphia but there is little I can do from New Mexico The Land of Enchantment (TM). I realize someone has to live in other, and therefore de re lesser, environments. Suck it up, pal. You chose to live there (neener, neener.)
Second, I note “pith” has the following meanings:
So the mind wonders: why should the Philly Inquirer care what Atrios, or you, for that matter, think about spongy tissue in dicotyledonous plants or citrus fruits? Has the PI gone off on a Botany kick or, perhaps, is the public of Philly intent on being instructed in plant physiology and/or pathology?
And there is the potential to be pithy about pith – quintessencial or forceful about floral spongy tissue.
And if you, or Atrios, become irate a severe outbreak of lisping – vocally, as opposed to writing programs in LISP – as the entire city gets pisseth-ed about pithy analysis of pith.
These are deep waters, Watson.
This was downthread and all of a sudden it is the first comment. What the hey?
You’ve been promoted!
I feel so … enabled.
Does the promotion come with a raise?
Is Booman sending out press releases?
Do I get groupies?
I would like to mention that, at this moment, Dick Cheney is undergoing a colonoscopy.
touching that one.
Oh, what the hell.
I thought Former SecState Colon was in New York. Is there something I’m missing? If not I wouldn’t like to be Cheney’s doctor when he has to do the annual prostate exam.
There is also a joke about “cheeky” … but I’m not going there.
Is today the designated day for the press to write stories about blogs or something?
Over at the Washington Post there’s a story about what happened when they ankle-chained Barbara O’Brien of Mahablog.com (for our side) to Betsy Newmark of Betsy’s Page (for the forces of darkness) and made them spend a day sight-seeing in DC together while the tape-recorded rolled…
The most interesting part of the article was (1) the acknowledgment that blogging is part of the great American tradition of heated political debate going back to the founding father’s pamphlets, and essays in the 19th century; (2) that an “objective” press is only a creation of the last ~70 years or so; and (3) Americans have always fought like cats in a sack over politics and seen the end of the republic as imminent. Interesting points to consider…
Word gets around, dude. I called you the other day and you hung up on me after saying at the top of your voice that you were NOT Alfredo’s Pizza.
And then you had the cajones to charge my credit card $200. Bastard.
This reminded me of a roommate I had in college, who would, at random times – in our apartment, in the chemistry department on campus, at his job in a pharmacy – answer the phone “Mario’s Pizza” in a faux Italian accent.
Usually the person would be confused, apologize, and hang up. Sometimes they would get belligerent (this was in Philly) and he’s have to insist they order something, or get the hell off his phone. When this happened it sometimes escalated into a shouting match, which ended with him swearing in Italian at the person (his mom was Italian, so he knew the words) and hanging up.
That was a different roommate from the one that came in drunk frequently. One time that guy tried to cook something while in that condition, only it burned up, setting off the smoke alarm. Which he proceeded to smash with a baseball bat. While I was jumping up and down yelling. “Cut it the f*** out – you’re going to release the radioactivity inside it.” Fortunately, he didn’t.
More people need to be educated that smoke alarms contain a radioactive nugget of Americium as their key component, and should not be bashed with baseball bats under any circumstances… LOL