Question and comment
A question for my Gentle Readers: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? No, wait, that’s not the question. Your Humble Blogger knows the answer to that one: A woodchuck would chuck all the…
A question for my Gentle Readers: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? No, wait, that’s not the question. Your Humble Blogger knows the answer to that one: A woodchuck would chuck all the…
Have I hocked enough about how changes of scale are actually really important, and constitute changes of kind? No? Well, see for yourself. Now, the next step, Gentle Reader, is when you, YHB, and Giblets climb out of the giant…
So. More musings about fascism, I’m afraid. One thing that occurred to me during those musings was that I hadn’t remembered to link to Umberto Eco’s Eternal Fascism: Fourteen Ways of Looking at a Blackshirt. As long as I’m linking…
Whoever hath, or hath not, a blog, I just want to make it clear that nobody shall use Ye Lynes of Picke-Vppe on my Best Reader this weekend, even if she “lookst so mvch lyk an aungel that the friares…
A trifle over one year ago, I wrote about fascism in America and in general, working from the American Heritage definition: Fascism. A system of government marked by centralization of authority under a dictator, stringent socioeconomic controls, suppression of the…
We’re in the second weekend of the show, and the notices have come out. There may be more, but the first two reviews have been largely positive. Your Humble Blogger has been called “oily”, “evil”, “cobra-like”, “insincere”, and “sinuous”. Also…
Now, Gentle Readers, you all know that I am not averse to profanity. Far from it. I have a tremendous respect for profanity, and for the poetics of profanity. I even, on occasion, use some myself. So I don’t think…
Matt Hulan actually thwacked me with a meme stick a few days ago; here’s the response. Grab the nearest book. Open it to page 161. Find the fifth sentence Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with…
Well, and this is the part where I just casually happen to mention that tonight we open, in what is clearly a transparent attempt to milk y’all for best wishes and break-a-legs. Pathetic, but there it is. We Theeyater folk…
Toward the end of John Scalzi’s rather witty and sensible (to my mind) rant about the Purity Balls where Daddy’s Little Girl pledges to remain Sexually Pure and Daddy pledges to beat the crap out of anyone who looks at…