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Friday, May 06, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
USELESS ENDEAVORS
As useless as blogging is, at the end of the day you have something to show for it. Namely, page after page of Ars Electronica, with writing and pictures to show that you are a Literate and Well-Connected Human Being. There are plenty of other ways to piss away spend your time, not all of them as productive.
I sometimes wonder if I would have survived college, had we then had today’s electronic distractions and time-sinks. Having a pinball machine in our Eating Club basement was bad enough – but with 21st Century computer games, the PS2 and X-Box, Nin-fucking-Tendo, et alia, my Chemical Engineering studies would have been a Lost Cause. And that doesn’t even include the baleful influence of Bloggitry, the black hole that sucks up all easily-accessible Units of Free Time.
Don’t misunderstand me. My nose was not pressed hard to the grindstone 24/7, despite my grueling choice of major. Sure, I practically lived in the Engineering Library my junior and senior years. Sure, there were the occasional all-nighters. And one memorable time, I even pulled two all-nighters in a row.
Don’t try that at home, kiddies. It will mess up your mind.
But this was the early 1970’s, and we had ways of amusing ourselves in our limited leisure time. And not all of those ways involved Strong Chemicals, either. Some of ’em just involved a little Creative Stupidity.
For example: One group of ne’er-do-wells actually started an official University-sanctioned extracurricular organization called the Royal Huntation Society of Princeton University. OK, you will say. I understand “Royal” and “Society,” but what in the sweet corn-studded hell is “Huntation”?
I will tell you: the organization’s sole activity consisted of watching old episodes of “Sea Hunt” and counting the number of times Lloyd Bridges would say “Huh.”
For example: “So you think those air tanks were poisoned, huh?”
If you’re not familiar with “Sea Hunt,” it was an action-adventure TV series that ran from 1958-1961 and starred Lloyd Bridges (father of Jeff and Beau) as Mike Nelson, a scuba diver who solved mysteries and tangled with bad guys…and fish. Unusual for its day, a lot of the series was shot underwater, and Bridges filled in the narrative with voice-overs. It’s not on cable or DVD to my knowledge – and that’s too bad.
Lloyd-O was the Master of Huh. We counted hundreds of examples and kept detailed records. We also logged fascinating bits of dialogue, such as, “It was my two arms against his eight…”
Oh, how I miss those halcyon days. If only they made “Sea Hunt” available on DVD – then I could watch it, count “Huh’s,” and blog about it – thus combining two useless endeavors.
What Useless Crap chewed up your time in college? Or is chewing up your time today?
I sometimes wonder if I would have survived college, had we then had today’s electronic distractions and time-sinks. Having a pinball machine in our Eating Club basement was bad enough – but with 21st Century computer games, the PS2 and X-Box, Nin-fucking-Tendo, et alia, my Chemical Engineering studies would have been a Lost Cause. And that doesn’t even include the baleful influence of Bloggitry, the black hole that sucks up all easily-accessible Units of Free Time.
Don’t misunderstand me. My nose was not pressed hard to the grindstone 24/7, despite my grueling choice of major. Sure, I practically lived in the Engineering Library my junior and senior years. Sure, there were the occasional all-nighters. And one memorable time, I even pulled two all-nighters in a row.
Don’t try that at home, kiddies. It will mess up your mind.
But this was the early 1970’s, and we had ways of amusing ourselves in our limited leisure time. And not all of those ways involved Strong Chemicals, either. Some of ’em just involved a little Creative Stupidity.
For example: One group of ne’er-do-wells actually started an official University-sanctioned extracurricular organization called the Royal Huntation Society of Princeton University. OK, you will say. I understand “Royal” and “Society,” but what in the sweet corn-studded hell is “Huntation”?
I will tell you: the organization’s sole activity consisted of watching old episodes of “Sea Hunt” and counting the number of times Lloyd Bridges would say “Huh.”
For example: “So you think those air tanks were poisoned, huh?”
If you’re not familiar with “Sea Hunt,” it was an action-adventure TV series that ran from 1958-1961 and starred Lloyd Bridges (father of Jeff and Beau) as Mike Nelson, a scuba diver who solved mysteries and tangled with bad guys…and fish. Unusual for its day, a lot of the series was shot underwater, and Bridges filled in the narrative with voice-overs. It’s not on cable or DVD to my knowledge – and that’s too bad.
Lloyd-O was the Master of Huh. We counted hundreds of examples and kept detailed records. We also logged fascinating bits of dialogue, such as, “It was my two arms against his eight…”
Oh, how I miss those halcyon days. If only they made “Sea Hunt” available on DVD – then I could watch it, count “Huh’s,” and blog about it – thus combining two useless endeavors.
What Useless Crap chewed up your time in college? Or is chewing up your time today?
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
THE DAMNDEST PIE YOU’VE EVER HEARD OF
Yes, you heard that right. But first, some background.
For Passover, She Who Must Be Obeyed always prepares a boatload of charoset.
Those of you who are not of the Hebraic Persuasion may well ask, “What the hell is charoset?” And I will tell you: Charoset is a mixture of chopped or grated apples, nuts, wine, and cinnamon that is eaten at the Passover meal. It’s intended to recall the mortar with which the ancient Israelites constructed the Egyptian cities during the days of enslavement. You can read all about that in the Book of Exodus.
We, being of Eastern European extraction, make our charoset in the Ashkenazic (i.e., Eastern European) style. Sephardic Jews use a very different sort of recipe, one involving dates and raisins. Last year, we made some of each, and the Ashkenazic type beat the Sephardic hands-down in the Elisson Taste Test.
Charoset is actually pretty tasty. It’s the sort of homey preparation that does not lend itself to commercialization, probably because it’s so inexpensive and easy to make. Here’s a good, workable recipe:
Ashkenazic Charoset, in the style of She Who Must Be Obeyed
1 pound Granny Smith apples
¾ tsp cinnamon
1 cup chopped walnuts or pecans
¾ cup golden raisins
½ cup kosher wine (Manischewitz Concord Grape works well)
Peel and grate the apples. Some people prefer to chop the apples, but SWMBO grates ’em, and since her version kicks the ass of all the others, do not argue.
Mix well with the chopped nuts and cinnamon. Add the raisins: this is SWMBO’s unique touch. Now, moisten well with the wine. You may think that heavy, sweet Concord grape wine is vile for drinking purposes – and I’ll agree. But it’s just the ticket for charoset. SWMBO uses a heavy hand with the wine – most recipes just call for a few tablespoons – but she gets great results.
Let the whole mess marinate for at least half a day. Serve cold or at room temperature. Feel free to tinker with the proportions - this is home cookin’, and everyone’s grandmother had her own recipe.
But I lured you in here with the promise of pie. (Thought I’d forgotten? No.)
This year, we found ourselves with a pile of leftover charoset – SWMBO always makes plenty more than we need for the two Seders – and it was thus that I was struck with a Perverse Brainstorm: Why not make a Charoset Pie?
After all, what’s in it? Apples. Nuts. Cinnamon. What could be better pie fixin’s?
Now, I’ll admit that it’s a tad perverse to bake a pie using a foodstuff that is intended to be eaten during a holiday when leavened products are forbidden. But, hey, the holiday is over now! It’s Pie Time!
I decided, in the interest of being lazy, to forgo rolling out a pie crust. Instead, I fixed up a quick crumb topping, viz.:
Crumb Topping
½ cup all-purpose flour
1/3 cup light brown sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
5 tbsp unsalted butter, cold and diced up into little cubes
Blend the sugar, flour, and cinnamon together in a bowl. Using a pastry blender or a pair of knives, cut the butter into the dry stuff until the mixture resembles coarse cornmeal.
All I did to make the pie was to fill a greased deep-dish pie plate with charoset (to which I had added a heaping tablespoon of cornstarch). Then I sprinkled the crumb topping over the pie and stuck it in a 350°F oven for 45 minutes. The result? An Elisson Original, for sure.
Charoset Pie. Not Kosher for Passover!
Was it good? Surprisingly, yes. With a pronounced cinnamon-wine pong and a texture that benefits from the crunch of the nuts, it actually works! So: Consider this an ethnically inspired variation on the humble Apple Pie...and for observant Jews, definitely not to be eaten during Passover.
For Passover, She Who Must Be Obeyed always prepares a boatload of charoset.
Those of you who are not of the Hebraic Persuasion may well ask, “What the hell is charoset?” And I will tell you: Charoset is a mixture of chopped or grated apples, nuts, wine, and cinnamon that is eaten at the Passover meal. It’s intended to recall the mortar with which the ancient Israelites constructed the Egyptian cities during the days of enslavement. You can read all about that in the Book of Exodus.
We, being of Eastern European extraction, make our charoset in the Ashkenazic (i.e., Eastern European) style. Sephardic Jews use a very different sort of recipe, one involving dates and raisins. Last year, we made some of each, and the Ashkenazic type beat the Sephardic hands-down in the Elisson Taste Test.
Charoset is actually pretty tasty. It’s the sort of homey preparation that does not lend itself to commercialization, probably because it’s so inexpensive and easy to make. Here’s a good, workable recipe:
Ashkenazic Charoset, in the style of She Who Must Be Obeyed
1 pound Granny Smith apples
¾ tsp cinnamon
1 cup chopped walnuts or pecans
¾ cup golden raisins
½ cup kosher wine (Manischewitz Concord Grape works well)
Peel and grate the apples. Some people prefer to chop the apples, but SWMBO grates ’em, and since her version kicks the ass of all the others, do not argue.
Mix well with the chopped nuts and cinnamon. Add the raisins: this is SWMBO’s unique touch. Now, moisten well with the wine. You may think that heavy, sweet Concord grape wine is vile for drinking purposes – and I’ll agree. But it’s just the ticket for charoset. SWMBO uses a heavy hand with the wine – most recipes just call for a few tablespoons – but she gets great results.
Let the whole mess marinate for at least half a day. Serve cold or at room temperature. Feel free to tinker with the proportions - this is home cookin’, and everyone’s grandmother had her own recipe.
But I lured you in here with the promise of pie. (Thought I’d forgotten? No.)
This year, we found ourselves with a pile of leftover charoset – SWMBO always makes plenty more than we need for the two Seders – and it was thus that I was struck with a Perverse Brainstorm: Why not make a Charoset Pie?
After all, what’s in it? Apples. Nuts. Cinnamon. What could be better pie fixin’s?
Now, I’ll admit that it’s a tad perverse to bake a pie using a foodstuff that is intended to be eaten during a holiday when leavened products are forbidden. But, hey, the holiday is over now! It’s Pie Time!
I decided, in the interest of being lazy, to forgo rolling out a pie crust. Instead, I fixed up a quick crumb topping, viz.:
Crumb Topping
½ cup all-purpose flour
1/3 cup light brown sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
5 tbsp unsalted butter, cold and diced up into little cubes
Blend the sugar, flour, and cinnamon together in a bowl. Using a pastry blender or a pair of knives, cut the butter into the dry stuff until the mixture resembles coarse cornmeal.
All I did to make the pie was to fill a greased deep-dish pie plate with charoset (to which I had added a heaping tablespoon of cornstarch). Then I sprinkled the crumb topping over the pie and stuck it in a 350°F oven for 45 minutes. The result? An Elisson Original, for sure.
Charoset Pie. Not Kosher for Passover!
Was it good? Surprisingly, yes. With a pronounced cinnamon-wine pong and a texture that benefits from the crunch of the nuts, it actually works! So: Consider this an ethnically inspired variation on the humble Apple Pie...and for observant Jews, definitely not to be eaten during Passover.
WHAT CAN I SAY? IT GREW ON ME
Never let it be said that Elisson cannot change his mind.
A few months back, I posted on the topic of some of the nuttier car designs that the Automotive Industry has thrown at us in the last few years:
Yep. A brand-new, shiny Honda Element.
Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a weird-looking little thing. Kinda like a 21st Century Milk Truck. But after She Who Must Be Obeyed and I had been making fun of Elements every chance we got, the damn thing’s strange boxy design kinda grew on us.
And, unlike the Toyota RAV4 we used to drive, this “truckette” is majorly roomy inside. A good candidate for our occasional Lengthy Road Trips.
I still think the Scion is weird. It’s way boxier than the Element – even more squared-off, if that’s possible – and it looks a lot more pedestrian. And I still think the PT Cruiser is a cartoon hearse.
But I think I’m going to like this Element…except, of course, for the agony of having to pay for it. Meh.
Screw Aerodynamics!
A few months back, I posted on the topic of some of the nuttier car designs that the Automotive Industry has thrown at us in the last few years:
…when it comes to strange car designs, I don’t think you can beat the two latest Boxmobiles from Japan. I’m talking about the (Toyota) Scion and the Honda Element.Well, guess what? The new Elissonmobile is…
There’s something about the squared-off, boxy designs of these...are they cars? Are they SUV’s? WTF are these things? Whatever the hell they are, they look like they were designed by the same folks that brought us Stalinist Russian Concrete Blockhouse Apartment Buildings.
Yep. A brand-new, shiny Honda Element.
Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a weird-looking little thing. Kinda like a 21st Century Milk Truck. But after She Who Must Be Obeyed and I had been making fun of Elements every chance we got, the damn thing’s strange boxy design kinda grew on us.
And, unlike the Toyota RAV4 we used to drive, this “truckette” is majorly roomy inside. A good candidate for our occasional Lengthy Road Trips.
I still think the Scion is weird. It’s way boxier than the Element – even more squared-off, if that’s possible – and it looks a lot more pedestrian. And I still think the PT Cruiser is a cartoon hearse.
But I think I’m going to like this Element…except, of course, for the agony of having to pay for it. Meh.
Screw Aerodynamics!
CARNIVAL OF THE VANITIES #137
What happens when a bunch of students run a group blog that eventually runs afoul of Bigwig?
Carnival of the Vanities happens, that's what.
This week, Fresh Politics hosts edition #137 of the Carnival. And for the sake of convenience (I’m not sure whether for theirs or ours), the Huge, Bloated Mass o’ Posts has been hacked into convenient, bite-size portions. Choose between Editor’s Choice, Politics, Keepin’ the Faith, Keepin’ It Light, Brotherly Love, and Keepin’ It Real.
Choice! It’s what’s for dinner!
Carnival of the Vanities happens, that's what.
This week, Fresh Politics hosts edition #137 of the Carnival. And for the sake of convenience (I’m not sure whether for theirs or ours), the Huge, Bloated Mass o’ Posts has been hacked into convenient, bite-size portions. Choose between Editor’s Choice, Politics, Keepin’ the Faith, Keepin’ It Light, Brotherly Love, and Keepin’ It Real.
Choice! It’s what’s for dinner!
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
ALL THE MYRIAD HITS, PART DEUX
I was almost shocked to see that Bd’E has logged 20,000 visits on Sitemeter as of today. Holy Crap.
I posted the first entry on this blog on July 7, 2004.
On February 9, 2005, Sitemeter recorded Visit #10,000. So: seven months and two days to reach the first Big Milestone.
It has taken less than three months to pack in the second 10,000 visits.
And does anybody really give a Rat’s Ass?
I thought not. Indeed. Heh.
I posted the first entry on this blog on July 7, 2004.
On February 9, 2005, Sitemeter recorded Visit #10,000. So: seven months and two days to reach the first Big Milestone.
It has taken less than three months to pack in the second 10,000 visits.
And does anybody really give a Rat’s Ass?
I thought not. Indeed. Heh.
ROB SMITH’S WORST NIGHTMARE
Have you ever had a really bad dream?
You know the kind I mean. I’m talking about the kind of dream that you wake up screaming from. The kind where you’re so relieved that you find out it’s only been a dream that you want to get down on your knees and thank Gawd - even if you’re a stone atheist.
We all have dreams in which our teeth mysteriously loosen and fall out, or in which we find ourselves falling, or in which we find ourselves naked in front of crowds, or perhaps back in high school or college, with finals fast approaching and absolutely no idea what we were supposed to have been studying. Dreams that wake you with a start, with a foul taste in your mouth. But those are minor-league bad dreams. There are worse, much worse Creatures That Live Under The Bed for most of us...and for each of us, the Ultimate Horror is different.
Take Rob Smith, for example. Ever wonder what Acidman dreams of when he has a really bad dream?
I don’t know...but I have a suspicion as to what it might be.
Gaaaahhhhhh!
[A tip o’ th’ Elisson fedora to Laurence Simon for the link...]
You know the kind I mean. I’m talking about the kind of dream that you wake up screaming from. The kind where you’re so relieved that you find out it’s only been a dream that you want to get down on your knees and thank Gawd - even if you’re a stone atheist.
We all have dreams in which our teeth mysteriously loosen and fall out, or in which we find ourselves falling, or in which we find ourselves naked in front of crowds, or perhaps back in high school or college, with finals fast approaching and absolutely no idea what we were supposed to have been studying. Dreams that wake you with a start, with a foul taste in your mouth. But those are minor-league bad dreams. There are worse, much worse Creatures That Live Under The Bed for most of us...and for each of us, the Ultimate Horror is different.
Take Rob Smith, for example. Ever wonder what Acidman dreams of when he has a really bad dream?
I don’t know...but I have a suspicion as to what it might be.
Gaaaahhhhhh!
[A tip o’ th’ Elisson fedora to Laurence Simon for the link...]
BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES #96
The ninety-sixth edition of the Bonfire of the Vanities is up and running over at File It Under.
I note with interest that one Buckley F. Williams contributed a post having to do with a certain Fecal Meme. Heh. Indeed.
Memo to self: Purchase baseball bat to fend off potential excessive Bloggy Attention to the Mistress of Sarcasm.
I note with interest that one Buckley F. Williams contributed a post having to do with a certain Fecal Meme. Heh. Indeed.
Memo to self: Purchase baseball bat to fend off potential excessive Bloggy Attention to the Mistress of Sarcasm.
Monday, May 02, 2005
NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE
Elisson, you pervert, you.
It’s May, which means April, National Poetry Month, has come and gone, and along with it NaPoWriMo. I’m relieved, since my effort to post a poem a day was doomed from the outset. Not only did I get a late start, but somewhere around Day 22 the whole process began getting tedious. On top of that, the silence was deafening: nobody gave a rat’s ass about my poetry enough to comment on it. I suspect that when most people see a poem staring at them from a blog, they run the other way. Clickety-click! Mouse, don’t fail me now!
But nothing will get me writing poetry faster than a Suitably Disgusting Topic.
As the infamous Punchbowl Meme makes its rounds through the Bloggy-Sphere, it has begun to mutate, thereby adding reinforcement to the analogy between memes and viruses. I’ve seen Punchbowl Haiku, a Punchbowl Sonnet, and various forms of Punchbowl-related vers libre. I’ve even heard Punchbowl Poetry rendered in the manner of Stephen Hawking (really!)
Now it’s time to try something a little more challenging. A Double Dactyl.
If you’re unfamiliar with the form, go here. If you’re unfamiliar with the subject matter, go here. I’m not tagging anyone with this: it’s all mine, but if you want to have a go, be my guest. Ya slob.
It’s May, which means April, National Poetry Month, has come and gone, and along with it NaPoWriMo. I’m relieved, since my effort to post a poem a day was doomed from the outset. Not only did I get a late start, but somewhere around Day 22 the whole process began getting tedious. On top of that, the silence was deafening: nobody gave a rat’s ass about my poetry enough to comment on it. I suspect that when most people see a poem staring at them from a blog, they run the other way. Clickety-click! Mouse, don’t fail me now!
But nothing will get me writing poetry faster than a Suitably Disgusting Topic.
As the infamous Punchbowl Meme makes its rounds through the Bloggy-Sphere, it has begun to mutate, thereby adding reinforcement to the analogy between memes and viruses. I’ve seen Punchbowl Haiku, a Punchbowl Sonnet, and various forms of Punchbowl-related vers libre. I’ve even heard Punchbowl Poetry rendered in the manner of Stephen Hawking (really!)
Now it’s time to try something a little more challenging. A Double Dactyl.
If you’re unfamiliar with the form, go here. If you’re unfamiliar with the subject matter, go here. I’m not tagging anyone with this: it’s all mine, but if you want to have a go, be my guest. Ya slob.
Pippity-poopityBoo-YAH!
Nasty old Elisson’s
“Turd in the punchbowl” meme
Scares me to death.
One disadvantage of
Fecal-Mixology:
Turds in the punch can’t be
Good for your breath!
THAT’S WHAT I GET...
...for griping that my office gets too hot in the summer.
My little outpost of the Great Corporate Salt Mine sits on the twelfth floor of an office building on the northwest edge of Atlanta. My office faces west - as I look out my window, I see the offices of The Weather Channel just across the street, and farther out, the interchange where I-75 and I-285 meet. I get the afternoon sun, and plenty of it, so I keep the window shades closed as best I can.
Even with the shades down, most days in the spring, summer, and fall, it gets warm in here. Too warm. I measured it at 86°F last summer, a temperature that’s not exactly conducive to mental alertness. But, until recently, all of my whiny-ass griping and carping were to no avail.
Ahh, but now. Now, they have - after a mere six frickin’ years - fixed the A/C in my office.
And now it’s as cold as the proverbial Witch’s Tit. Serves me right for complaining, innit?
I’m wearing a leather jacket, and I’m still shivering. Crap. I wonder if anyone will complain if I burn some of my old files to warm this place up?
My little outpost of the Great Corporate Salt Mine sits on the twelfth floor of an office building on the northwest edge of Atlanta. My office faces west - as I look out my window, I see the offices of The Weather Channel just across the street, and farther out, the interchange where I-75 and I-285 meet. I get the afternoon sun, and plenty of it, so I keep the window shades closed as best I can.
Even with the shades down, most days in the spring, summer, and fall, it gets warm in here. Too warm. I measured it at 86°F last summer, a temperature that’s not exactly conducive to mental alertness. But, until recently, all of my whiny-ass griping and carping were to no avail.
Ahh, but now. Now, they have - after a mere six frickin’ years - fixed the A/C in my office.
And now it’s as cold as the proverbial Witch’s Tit. Serves me right for complaining, innit?
I’m wearing a leather jacket, and I’m still shivering. Crap. I wonder if anyone will complain if I burn some of my old files to warm this place up?
Sunday, May 01, 2005
LEAVEN HEAVEN
Ahhh - now that Passover is over, we can return to stuffing our faces with the Usual Crap.
Tonight, that meant excellent Tex-Mex at Pappasito’s, part of the venerable Pappas organization of Food Emporia. Houstonians are well familiar with Pappas restaurants of all stripes, and there are even a few outposts here in the greater Atlanta area.
Now, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are enjoying that satisfying Terminal Bloat feeling.
All y’all non-Jews out there don’t know how good you have it. Try going without any kind of wheat, oats, barley, rye, or spelt-derived products for a week. (OK, I know spelt ain’t gonna be much of an issue for most of us.) But there’s also corn, rice, and legumes. Ever try going without corn for a week? Corn syrup and corn starch are in almost every processed food.
And matzoh, the Bread of Affliction: let’s just say that the affliction it causes is a digestive one. One week of matzoh - and nothing but, when it comes to breadstuffs - is plenty.
But all that is over with for fifty-one weeks. Normalcy: it’s what’s for dinner!
Tonight, that meant excellent Tex-Mex at Pappasito’s, part of the venerable Pappas organization of Food Emporia. Houstonians are well familiar with Pappas restaurants of all stripes, and there are even a few outposts here in the greater Atlanta area.
Now, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are enjoying that satisfying Terminal Bloat feeling.
All y’all non-Jews out there don’t know how good you have it. Try going without any kind of wheat, oats, barley, rye, or spelt-derived products for a week. (OK, I know spelt ain’t gonna be much of an issue for most of us.) But there’s also corn, rice, and legumes. Ever try going without corn for a week? Corn syrup and corn starch are in almost every processed food.
And matzoh, the Bread of Affliction: let’s just say that the affliction it causes is a digestive one. One week of matzoh - and nothing but, when it comes to breadstuffs - is plenty.
But all that is over with for fifty-one weeks. Normalcy: it’s what’s for dinner!
CARNIVAL OF THE CATS - EPISODE #58
Yes, time once again for the Carnival of the Cats, this week hosted (complete with Star Wars theme!) by Running Scared.
Go, young Padawan - go and check out all them kitties. Use theForce Browser!
Go, young Padawan - go and check out all them kitties. Use the
THE SUMMONING RITUAL
I inadvertently stumbled upon the Magic Summoning Ritual that causes Matata to appear instantly...and it doesn’t even require a can opener.
Last night, as I got ready to turn in, I stood by the side of the bed. As is my wont, I scratched myself for a moment or two.
She Who Must Be Obeyed has ordered me not to disclose the Scratchable Location, but in the interest of Disseminating Knowledge, I’ll simply tell you that it was south of center-line. Rhymes with guts. Or Scotch. OK?
And immediately, Matata leapt up to the bed and rolled on her back. That ho-bag.
Damn if she doesn’t think she’s human. I’m surprised SWMBO hasn’t booted her out of the house.
Last night, as I got ready to turn in, I stood by the side of the bed. As is my wont, I scratched myself for a moment or two.
She Who Must Be Obeyed has ordered me not to disclose the Scratchable Location, but in the interest of Disseminating Knowledge, I’ll simply tell you that it was south of center-line. Rhymes with guts. Or Scotch. OK?
And immediately, Matata leapt up to the bed and rolled on her back. That ho-bag.
Damn if she doesn’t think she’s human. I’m surprised SWMBO hasn’t booted her out of the house.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
SCREW THE KIBBLE, I WANT ME SOME O’ DIS
What’s this?
Why, I do believe it’s food! Here, give us a taste, mate!
Matata challenges She Who Must Be Obeyed for ownership rights on a chunk of Mina de Matzoh.
BIRTHDAY GIRL
On Thursday, April 28, Hakuna celebrated her tenth birthday.
Mostly, she celebrated by trying to stay out of Matata’s way. Because nothing says “Happy Birthday” like a nice, sisterly Bite on the Ass.
Happy Birthday, Hakuna! Fish heads and grog for all hands!
Friday, April 29, 2005
CARNIVALS ’N’ ARKS
Today being Friday, we have a Double-Header: the Friday Ark, hosted as usual by Steve at The Modulator, and the 37th Carnival of the Recipes, this week at Not Exactly Rocket Science.
Even better, Bd’E has a Double-Header at The Ark, with not one, but two - count ’em! - two posts. One is the usual Kitty Post fare, the other is more...avian. Check ’em out!
Gee...what if you combined the Friday Ark with Carnival of the Recipes? Bet you’d get some interesting recipes. Gack.
Even better, Bd’E has a Double-Header at The Ark, with not one, but two - count ’em! - two posts. One is the usual Kitty Post fare, the other is more...avian. Check ’em out!
Gee...what if you combined the Friday Ark with Carnival of the Recipes? Bet you’d get some interesting recipes. Gack.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
FRIDAY GUEST CATBLOGGING
Instead of the usual pictures of Hakuna and Matata, today we’re going to visit with The Original Carnival of Cats: Lair Simon’s Kitty Menagerie!
Here we see Laurence with Edloe, the Great Furry Grumpus. If it looks like Lair’s eyes are bulging just a bit, it’s only from the raw physical effort of hoisting Edloe’s mighty bulk.
Nardo, the Cat with Opposable Thumbs, made friends with me in short order. Here, he accepts an offering from the Humble Supplicant.
Frisky. Between her and Edloe, you have two of the finest, wooliest bed-warming kitties on the planet.
Piper was a bit of a recluse, but eventually she came out and accepted the skritches of the Humble Supplicant.
Aw, I couldn’t resist. Another one of The Grumpus.
And of course, Matata was only too excited to see me when I got home. “Back from your trip already? Saaaay...why do you smell like Other Cats? Have you been steppin’ out on me? Why, I oughta...”
[Rahel, I know this is gonna make you eat your heart out, but I gave them all extra skritches for you.]
Here we see Laurence with Edloe, the Great Furry Grumpus. If it looks like Lair’s eyes are bulging just a bit, it’s only from the raw physical effort of hoisting Edloe’s mighty bulk.
Nardo, the Cat with Opposable Thumbs, made friends with me in short order. Here, he accepts an offering from the Humble Supplicant.
Frisky. Between her and Edloe, you have two of the finest, wooliest bed-warming kitties on the planet.
Piper was a bit of a recluse, but eventually she came out and accepted the skritches of the Humble Supplicant.
Aw, I couldn’t resist. Another one of The Grumpus.
And of course, Matata was only too excited to see me when I got home. “Back from your trip already? Saaaay...why do you smell like Other Cats? Have you been steppin’ out on me? Why, I oughta...”
[Rahel, I know this is gonna make you eat your heart out, but I gave them all extra skritches for you.]
WHA...HEY! THAT’S NO CAT!
Damn right. It’s the rare Suburban Wild Turkey.
Out where we live, most of the Wild Turkey is kept locked away in people’s liquor cabinets. But here, the Real McCoy is waltzing across the driveway of our friends Laura and Don Z-.
Quick! Where’s the cranberry sauce?
PILGRIMAGE
Last night, I worshiped at the shrine of perhaps the most famous cats in Blogdom: the cats of This Blog Is Full Of Crap.
Yes, I actually paid a visit to the King of Catbloggers his ownself, Lair Simon, bringing yummy treats for the four Simon cats. Does that make me a Kitty-Hajji?
Edloe and I hit it off right away. Lair calls Edloe the furry grumpus, but her actions belie her nickname. She’s a sweetie - and a big one, at that. About ten kilos of Kitty Goodness. Edloe actually ate treats out of my hand within moments of my arrival.
Nardo also favored me with the honor of accepting a treat or two from the Hand o’ Elisson. Aloof at first, he gave up the “hard-to-get” business within minutes. Skritchereenio!
Frisky would not take the proffered treat, but she enjoyed getting skritched...big time. Even Piper, the recluse, eventually warmed up and accepted her share of Rubby Love.
Lair is the King of Catbloggers, as I said before, but that is damning him with faint praise. He runs a string of websites and blogs, somehow managing to find time amidst the crevices of his day-job to put up hundreds of posts. If you are not already thoroughly familiar with TBIFOC and its satellites (Dear Abby Is Full Of Crap, The News Is Full Of Crap, The Dead Pool, Santa Claus Is Full Of Crap, Saddam Is Full Of Crap, the brand-new Tom DeLay Is Full Of Crap, and the soon-to-be-released Ariana Huffington Is Full Of Crap), you should be. Oh, yes, and did I mention the IFOC Catcams? And Carnival of the Cats?
The man has got a demon wit and a brain that works on overdrive. And I’m not just saying that because he loaded me up with Chuck Palahniuk novels before I headed back to my hotel. (I can be bought, but it takes more than that.) But what impressed me was that this guy, who savages idiots of all political stripes, who calls “Bullshit” on the Israel-bashers of Europe, the U.N., and the Arab world, and who can be both profound and profane when he writes - and he writes a lot - this guy gets all melty when it comes to them beautimus cats of his. So he’s got his priorities straight, anyway, interspersing Asshole Rippin’ with Kitty Skritchin’.
This historic occasion will be suitably documented with photographs once I return home from Sweat City tonight. And meanwhile, the question remains: Why is there no cat named Buffalo Speedway?
Yes, I actually paid a visit to the King of Catbloggers his ownself, Lair Simon, bringing yummy treats for the four Simon cats. Does that make me a Kitty-Hajji?
Edloe and I hit it off right away. Lair calls Edloe the furry grumpus, but her actions belie her nickname. She’s a sweetie - and a big one, at that. About ten kilos of Kitty Goodness. Edloe actually ate treats out of my hand within moments of my arrival.
Nardo also favored me with the honor of accepting a treat or two from the Hand o’ Elisson. Aloof at first, he gave up the “hard-to-get” business within minutes. Skritchereenio!
Frisky would not take the proffered treat, but she enjoyed getting skritched...big time. Even Piper, the recluse, eventually warmed up and accepted her share of Rubby Love.
Lair is the King of Catbloggers, as I said before, but that is damning him with faint praise. He runs a string of websites and blogs, somehow managing to find time amidst the crevices of his day-job to put up hundreds of posts. If you are not already thoroughly familiar with TBIFOC and its satellites (Dear Abby Is Full Of Crap, The News Is Full Of Crap, The Dead Pool, Santa Claus Is Full Of Crap, Saddam Is Full Of Crap, the brand-new Tom DeLay Is Full Of Crap, and the soon-to-be-released Ariana Huffington Is Full Of Crap), you should be. Oh, yes, and did I mention the IFOC Catcams? And Carnival of the Cats?
The man has got a demon wit and a brain that works on overdrive. And I’m not just saying that because he loaded me up with Chuck Palahniuk novels before I headed back to my hotel. (I can be bought, but it takes more than that.) But what impressed me was that this guy, who savages idiots of all political stripes, who calls “Bullshit” on the Israel-bashers of Europe, the U.N., and the Arab world, and who can be both profound and profane when he writes - and he writes a lot - this guy gets all melty when it comes to them beautimus cats of his. So he’s got his priorities straight, anyway, interspersing Asshole Rippin’ with Kitty Skritchin’.
This historic occasion will be suitably documented with photographs once I return home from Sweat City tonight. And meanwhile, the question remains: Why is there no cat named Buffalo Speedway?
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
TOIDS GOT LEGS
Holy Crap.
It looks like TeaFizz has resurrected my infamous Punchbowl Meme.
Even now, this vile piece of work is swirling around the Bloggy-Sphere, although as yet it has touched a relatively small number of writers. And maybe that’s a good thing...
Just for (ahem) shits and giggles, I decided to do a little Meme-Tracking. It looks like, as of this writing, The Toid has penetratednine 14 levels deep. Over 69 165 blogs have been tagged and at least 30 80 have gone so far as to write a piece of Punchbowl Poetry. Even a few “untagged” people are responding and passing (you should excuse the expression) it on. It remains to be seen whether this will become the Next Big Blog Thing - I kinda doubt it - or whether it will end up circling the drain quickly. Its success hinges, I suppose, on just how revolting bloggers are willing to be. Heh.
Update, 4/29: This thing appears to be taking on a bizarre life of its own. As in a game of telephone, people change things and leave things out. Some people have forgotten to pass on the requirement that the second and fourth lines rhyme, while others are going to haiku and blank verse variations. Fascinating. There’s even one blog that posted an .mp3 file of a synthesized voice (purported to be physicist Stephen Hawking) reading the Offensive Poetry (!)
Meme propagation is similar to chain reactions in nuclear and conventional chemistry. As long as your reaction is kicking out enough “neutrons” to be self-sustaining, it will just roll.
It’s rapidly getting to where I will be unable to track its progress any longer...
Here are the tracking stats. An asterisk (*) indicates a response and this mysterious symbol (§) indicates a blog that has been tagged two or more times:
Blog d'Elisson (Originator)
1 TeaFizz (*)
1.1 This Blog Is Full Of Crap (§)
1.2 Gut Rumbles
1.3 Tulip (*)
1.3.1 Dating Dummy (*)
1.3.1.1 Tired of Men (*)
1.3.1.1.1 Home Detention Lady (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1 Spelunk in the Trunk (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.1 Bloken Blogic
1.3.1.1.1.1.2 The Silly Page (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.1 You can't make this stuff up (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.1.1 only in the desert (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.1.2 one day i will write a book
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2 Holy Schmidt! (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.1 Tof Reknin Day!
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.2 The Spurious Plum (*) (end) (§)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.3 Terri~Torial
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4 Spookalot (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.1 Jenorama
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.2 Outside In
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3 500 Miles to Nowhere (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.1 BosphorusRamblings
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2 Wilson World (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.1 kazoofus.com (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.2 Clear Lake Reflections
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3 insert witty title here (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.1 Espresso Sarcasm
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2 Domestic Deviance (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2.1 Of Sinners and Saints
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2.2 Scorpio Ascendant
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2.3 lyddy the morning guy
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.3 kiwords
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.3 Stress Rehearsal
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.3 TheBerryPage
1.3.1.1.1.1.3 Von Krankipantzen (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1 Suburban Misfit (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1.1 The Spurious Plum (*) (end) (§)
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1.2 Random and Odd
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1.3 Dad Gone Mad
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.2 Nerds Are In
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.3 Mowses Hum Pij
1.3.1.1.1.2 Life With Harlow And The Boys (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.1 Doc Ern
1.3.1.1.1.2.2 Goodnight, John Boy
1.3.1.1.1.2.3 klog (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1 madden round the land (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.1 Sharkey Malarkey (§)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2 babbling bente (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2.1 don't take any wooden nickels
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2.2 Out OUR Way…
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2.3 iknowthismuchistrue...
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.3 Wave of Modulation
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2 Baby Lauren (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.1 4 Sanity's Sake
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.2 The Speth Adventures
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.3 Sharkey Malarkey (§)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.3 Lady Bug
1.3.1.1.1.3 high on boredom (*)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1 What Was I Thinking? (*)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1.1 The Bucky Four-Eyes Cotillion (*)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1.2 poop and boogies (*) (end)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1.3 Snick-r-snack
1.3.1.1.1.3.2 Life Through Cherry's Colored Glasses
1.3.1.1.2 serially single (*)
1.3.1.1.2.1 Charming But Single
1.3.1.1.2.2 Indian Girl Dating
1.3.1.1.2.3 Lady at 5280 (*)
1.3.1.1.2.3.1 just waiting to be screwed over…
1.3.1.1.2.3.2 A Singular Man
1.3.1.1.2.3.3 the bachelor chronicles
1.3.1.1.3 Grateful Dating (*)
1.3.1.2 Voyeurism for the Literate
1.3.1.3 Dating in Miami
1.3.2 President George Bush
1.3.3 Dr. Sanjay Gupta
1.4 Just Breathe (*)
1.4.1 Phin's Blog (*)
1.4.1.1 Sortapundit
1.4.1.2 Oystersnout (*)
1.4.1.2.1 Pirate's Cove (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1 Cao (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1 And Rightly So (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1 Flight Pundit (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1 Stacking Swivel (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1.1 GM’s Corner
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1.2 American Warmonger (*) (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1.3 The Adventures of Chester
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2 Point of Tears (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2.1 Bubblehead.US
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2.2 Cow Dog
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2.3 The Unbearable Bobness of Being
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3 Ogre's View (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.1 Ravings of a Mad Tech
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.2 Crystal Clear
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.3 Cathouse Chat
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.4 And What Next… (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2 Vince Aut Morire (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1 Cranky Neocon (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1.1 Llama Butchers
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1.2 Saving Aeneas
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1.3 Fistful of Fortnights
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.2 Six Meat Buffet (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.3 Steal the Bandwagon (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.3 Merri Musings (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.2 Kender's Musings (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3 My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1 It's A Pundit.com (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1 The Nose On Your Face (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1 Point Five (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.1 Right Hand of God
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2 IBeJO (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.1 This Blog Is Full Of Crap (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.2 The Flying Space Monkey Chronicles (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3 Evil White Guy (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1 Straight White Guy
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2 Velociworld (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.1 BaneRants (*) (end)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.2 The Boiling Point (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.3 Redneck Ramblings (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.3 Parkway Rest Stop (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.3.1 A Different Lemming (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.3 Irritation Station
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.2 Rightwingsparkle
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.3 The Therapist (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2 Villainous Company (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2.1 TigerHawk
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2.2 Heigh-Ho (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2.3 Castle Argghhh!
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3 Wuzzadem (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1 The Ebb and Flow Institute (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1 Riehl World View (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1 Third World County (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1 Boudicca's Voice (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1.1 One Happy Dog Speaks
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1.2 Miasmatic Review
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1.3 And What Next… (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2 Anywhere But Here (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2.1 purple fish guts (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2.2 This Blog Is Full Of Crap (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2.3 mountaineer musing
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.3 Random Rambling
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.2 The Therapist (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3 Pajama Pundits (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3.1 Army of Mom
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3.2 BeldarBlog
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3.3 fling93 loves fishies (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2 No Government Cheese (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.1 Bare Naked Larry (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.1.1 Not for sale. Please come again
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.2 I Love Jet Noise
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.3 BlameBush!
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.3 Hector Vex's Infotainment (*) (end)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.2 What Attitude Problem?
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.3 Garfield Ridge
1.4.1.2.1.2 Julie with a B (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1 LOSLI (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1.1 BurstTransmission (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1.2 Daisy Cutter (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1.3 MakesMeRalph
1.4.1.2.1.2.2 American Warmonger (*) (§)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1 Holy Tornado (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1.1 Patty-Jo (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1.2 Miss Patriot (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1.3 aimeebreanne
1.4.1.2.1.2.3 Texican Tattler (*)
1.4.1.2.1.3 Pirates! Man Your Women!
1.4.1.2.2 The Baba Gannouj (*)
1.4.1.2.3 hamstermotor (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1 American Girl (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.1 I Was Just Thinking (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.1.1 Espresso Ramblings (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.1.2 She Said Hopefully
1.4.1.2.3.1.1.3 The Daily Blitz
1.4.1.2.3.1.2 DJ Groovy Slug Spins... (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.1 This Just In
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2 Butterfly's Flutter Bys (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1 Branches Over My Head (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1.1 1,000 Shades of Fool
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1.2 absent without leave
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1.3 My Journey
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2 Turn the page (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2.1 BackTalker1
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2.2 Dazed and Confused (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2.3 Pongomania.
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.3 Woodland Forays
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3 limbshiplace (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3.1 English 344
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3.2 School is Cool
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3.3 The Tango Project
1.4.1.2.3.1.3 Saving Switzerland (*)
1.4.1.2.3.2 Metaphysically Wrinkle Free
1.4.1.2.3.3 Bad Example
1.4.1.2.4 Moe's Woes (*)
1.4.1.2.4.1 The Flying Space Monkey Chronicles (§)
1.4.1.2.4.2 The Blue Site
1.4.1.3 GOP and the City
1.4.2 TheWizard
1.4.3 WitNit (*)
2 The Bisch (*)
2.1 Mango
2.2 Fat Eye For The Skinny Guy
2.3 geeksmakemehot.com
3 Yoga Korunta (*)
All y’all out there are sick. Sick, I tell ya.
It looks like TeaFizz has resurrected my infamous Punchbowl Meme.
Even now, this vile piece of work is swirling around the Bloggy-Sphere, although as yet it has touched a relatively small number of writers. And maybe that’s a good thing...
Just for (ahem) shits and giggles, I decided to do a little Meme-Tracking. It looks like, as of this writing, The Toid has penetrated
Update, 4/29: This thing appears to be taking on a bizarre life of its own. As in a game of telephone, people change things and leave things out. Some people have forgotten to pass on the requirement that the second and fourth lines rhyme, while others are going to haiku and blank verse variations. Fascinating. There’s even one blog that posted an .mp3 file of a synthesized voice (purported to be physicist Stephen Hawking) reading the Offensive Poetry (!)
Meme propagation is similar to chain reactions in nuclear and conventional chemistry. As long as your reaction is kicking out enough “neutrons” to be self-sustaining, it will just roll.
It’s rapidly getting to where I will be unable to track its progress any longer...
Here are the tracking stats. An asterisk (*) indicates a response and this mysterious symbol (§) indicates a blog that has been tagged two or more times:
Blog d'Elisson (Originator)
1 TeaFizz (*)
1.1 This Blog Is Full Of Crap (§)
1.2 Gut Rumbles
1.3 Tulip (*)
1.3.1 Dating Dummy (*)
1.3.1.1 Tired of Men (*)
1.3.1.1.1 Home Detention Lady (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1 Spelunk in the Trunk (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.1 Bloken Blogic
1.3.1.1.1.1.2 The Silly Page (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.1 You can't make this stuff up (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.1.1 only in the desert (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.1.2 one day i will write a book
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2 Holy Schmidt! (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.1 Tof Reknin Day!
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.2 The Spurious Plum (*) (end) (§)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.3 Terri~Torial
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4 Spookalot (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.1 Jenorama
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.2 Outside In
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3 500 Miles to Nowhere (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.1 BosphorusRamblings
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2 Wilson World (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.1 kazoofus.com (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.2 Clear Lake Reflections
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3 insert witty title here (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.1 Espresso Sarcasm
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2 Domestic Deviance (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2.1 Of Sinners and Saints
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2.2 Scorpio Ascendant
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.2.3 lyddy the morning guy
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.2.3.3 kiwords
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.2.4.3.3 Stress Rehearsal
1.3.1.1.1.1.2.3 TheBerryPage
1.3.1.1.1.1.3 Von Krankipantzen (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1 Suburban Misfit (*)
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1.1 The Spurious Plum (*) (end) (§)
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1.2 Random and Odd
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.1.3 Dad Gone Mad
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.2 Nerds Are In
1.3.1.1.1.1.3.3 Mowses Hum Pij
1.3.1.1.1.2 Life With Harlow And The Boys (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.1 Doc Ern
1.3.1.1.1.2.2 Goodnight, John Boy
1.3.1.1.1.2.3 klog (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1 madden round the land (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.1 Sharkey Malarkey (§)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2 babbling bente (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2.1 don't take any wooden nickels
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2.2 Out OUR Way…
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.2.3 iknowthismuchistrue...
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1.3 Wave of Modulation
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2 Baby Lauren (*)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.1 4 Sanity's Sake
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.2 The Speth Adventures
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.3 Sharkey Malarkey (§)
1.3.1.1.1.2.3.3 Lady Bug
1.3.1.1.1.3 high on boredom (*)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1 What Was I Thinking? (*)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1.1 The Bucky Four-Eyes Cotillion (*)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1.2 poop and boogies (*) (end)
1.3.1.1.1.3.1.3 Snick-r-snack
1.3.1.1.1.3.2 Life Through Cherry's Colored Glasses
1.3.1.1.2 serially single (*)
1.3.1.1.2.1 Charming But Single
1.3.1.1.2.2 Indian Girl Dating
1.3.1.1.2.3 Lady at 5280 (*)
1.3.1.1.2.3.1 just waiting to be screwed over…
1.3.1.1.2.3.2 A Singular Man
1.3.1.1.2.3.3 the bachelor chronicles
1.3.1.1.3 Grateful Dating (*)
1.3.1.2 Voyeurism for the Literate
1.3.1.3 Dating in Miami
1.3.2 President George Bush
1.3.3 Dr. Sanjay Gupta
1.4 Just Breathe (*)
1.4.1 Phin's Blog (*)
1.4.1.1 Sortapundit
1.4.1.2 Oystersnout (*)
1.4.1.2.1 Pirate's Cove (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1 Cao (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1 And Rightly So (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1 Flight Pundit (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1 Stacking Swivel (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1.1 GM’s Corner
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1.2 American Warmonger (*) (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.1.3 The Adventures of Chester
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2 Point of Tears (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2.1 Bubblehead.US
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2.2 Cow Dog
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.2.3 The Unbearable Bobness of Being
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3 Ogre's View (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.1 Ravings of a Mad Tech
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.2 Crystal Clear
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.3 Cathouse Chat
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.4 And What Next… (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2 Vince Aut Morire (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1 Cranky Neocon (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1.1 Llama Butchers
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1.2 Saving Aeneas
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.1.3 Fistful of Fortnights
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.2 Six Meat Buffet (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.2.3 Steal the Bandwagon (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.1.3 Merri Musings (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.2 Kender's Musings (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3 My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1 It's A Pundit.com (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1 The Nose On Your Face (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1 Point Five (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.1 Right Hand of God
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2 IBeJO (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.1 This Blog Is Full Of Crap (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.2 The Flying Space Monkey Chronicles (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3 Evil White Guy (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.1 Straight White Guy
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2 Velociworld (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.1 BaneRants (*) (end)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.2 The Boiling Point (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.2.3 Redneck Ramblings (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.3 Parkway Rest Stop (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.2.3.3.1 A Different Lemming (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.1.3 Irritation Station
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.2 Rightwingsparkle
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.1.3 The Therapist (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2 Villainous Company (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2.1 TigerHawk
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2.2 Heigh-Ho (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.2.3 Castle Argghhh!
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3 Wuzzadem (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1 The Ebb and Flow Institute (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1 Riehl World View (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1 Third World County (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1 Boudicca's Voice (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1.1 One Happy Dog Speaks
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1.2 Miasmatic Review
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.1.3 And What Next… (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2 Anywhere But Here (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2.1 purple fish guts (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2.2 This Blog Is Full Of Crap (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.2.3 mountaineer musing
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.1.3 Random Rambling
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.2 The Therapist (§)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3 Pajama Pundits (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3.1 Army of Mom
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3.2 BeldarBlog
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.1.3.3 fling93 loves fishies (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2 No Government Cheese (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.1 Bare Naked Larry (*)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.1.1 Not for sale. Please come again
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.2 I Love Jet Noise
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.2.3 BlameBush!
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.1.3 Hector Vex's Infotainment (*) (end)
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.2 What Attitude Problem?
1.4.1.2.1.1.3.1.3.3 Garfield Ridge
1.4.1.2.1.2 Julie with a B (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1 LOSLI (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1.1 BurstTransmission (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1.2 Daisy Cutter (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.1.3 MakesMeRalph
1.4.1.2.1.2.2 American Warmonger (*) (§)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1 Holy Tornado (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1.1 Patty-Jo (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1.2 Miss Patriot (*)
1.4.1.2.1.2.2.1.3 aimeebreanne
1.4.1.2.1.2.3 Texican Tattler (*)
1.4.1.2.1.3 Pirates! Man Your Women!
1.4.1.2.2 The Baba Gannouj (*)
1.4.1.2.3 hamstermotor (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1 American Girl (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.1 I Was Just Thinking (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.1.1 Espresso Ramblings (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.1.2 She Said Hopefully
1.4.1.2.3.1.1.3 The Daily Blitz
1.4.1.2.3.1.2 DJ Groovy Slug Spins... (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.1 This Just In
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2 Butterfly's Flutter Bys (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1 Branches Over My Head (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1.1 1,000 Shades of Fool
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1.2 absent without leave
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.1.3 My Journey
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2 Turn the page (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2.1 BackTalker1
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2.2 Dazed and Confused (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.2.3 Pongomania.
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.2.3 Woodland Forays
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3 limbshiplace (*)
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3.1 English 344
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3.2 School is Cool
1.4.1.2.3.1.2.3.3 The Tango Project
1.4.1.2.3.1.3 Saving Switzerland (*)
1.4.1.2.3.2 Metaphysically Wrinkle Free
1.4.1.2.3.3 Bad Example
1.4.1.2.4 Moe's Woes (*)
1.4.1.2.4.1 The Flying Space Monkey Chronicles (§)
1.4.1.2.4.2 The Blue Site
1.4.1.3 GOP and the City
1.4.2 TheWizard
1.4.3 WitNit (*)
2 The Bisch (*)
2.1 Mango
2.2 Fat Eye For The Skinny Guy
2.3 geeksmakemehot.com
3 Yoga Korunta (*)
All y’all out there are sick. Sick, I tell ya.
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