Via the Smirking Chimp comes this great statement by Arianna Huffington in an article ‘The new Bush doctrine: ‘See you next week”:
Yet the president’s approval rating shows that he is not being held accountable for his actions, he’s simply being given credit for his words.
I recommend reading the full article, of course, for the sake of context.
So I decided to see how many sites are using the “Oral Sex Donation” thing from The Brunching Shuttlecocks, so I go to Google and search for that phrase. The pages I find aren’t terribly interesting, but what just now got my attention is the Sponsored Link:
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Um… Google? Is there something you want to tell us?
The march of progress is unstoppable. This morning I had decided to try to work YACCS into this site, only to discover that YACCS isn’t taking any more new users. In the short search for alternatives I discovered dotcomments, and after a brief look at the docs and code I thought that perhaps I could easily graft it onto Monaural Jerk.
It was even easier than that. The hardest part was figuring out the PHP syntax in the main include file for MJ. Oh yeah, baby. You can now leave snarky comments on any and every journal entry here.
Power to the people, baby. Quackback all you wanna.
I’ve resisted the urge up until now. It’s what everyone else is doing. It’s even a really nice thing to do.
I’m going to add a short list of links to other blogs/journals I read on a semi-regular basis. Yeah, that’s right. I’m joining the crowd. Who knew?
My starting list will probably look a lot like the following line-up:
Perceptions
Captain Rooba’s Riposte
snarkywench
debris.com
Q Daily News
Just because I’m a geek from hell, I also now have screenshots from my desktops available. At the moment there is only one, but there are plans for Ryoko and possibly other machines as well.
That’s right. I skimp on the real graphics so I can waste your bandwidth and mine by loading up this page with really goofy nonsense like this. It’s amazing how much I care, truly care, about my visitors.
Have you ever wanted something so bad you were almost crawling out of your skin with desire?
Have you ever felt absolutely and completely alone in the world, the only person alive who thinks and feels and believes as you do?
Have you ever woken from a dream that felt like prophecy, as if the daydreams of your youth took form in the mirrorworld of nighttime fantasy, an echo from a future unknown?
Have you ever wondered what it is about yourself that attracts some people and drives others away?
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror without any kind of self-pity or loathing?
Have you sensed that you’ve wasted a large part of your waking life, but are unsure as to which part it was?
Have you seen the sun rise over the mountains and wished you could freeze that moment for all time?
Have you loved so much that it felt like pain?
Have you felt ashamed after giving in to to an overwhelming compulsion?
Have you taken a deep breath and realized that you’re really not a bad person?
Have you wanted to share the art that you know is buried in your soul but lacked the skill and determination to do so?
Have you looked around at your life and felt a moment of pure contentment?
Have you made love under the stars and the clouds and the open sky?
Have you felt inadequate even after pouring your every last ounce of willpower and skill at a project?
Have you been embarassed by praise?
Have you run out of things to say, or not found the right words at the right time?
(Nope, neither have I.)
