There’ve been funnier and more apropos comments recently but when I read this I thought “Ah, a man after my own heart”. and besides i get to use this pic again.
Re Sadly No‘s ongoing server problems and current sporadic availability:
steve ex-expat said,
March 28, 2007 at 2:36
I don’t know. When I hit enter and wait for your site to appear, I have time for a nice hot cup of tea.
Exactly. There is always time for tea.
Robert Bollard, over at Ilya’s, commenting on the philistine remark by 300‘s director, Zack Snyder that you should “Thank Thermopylae for your Starbucks”:
Simonides might have phrased my last comment more elegantly:
“Tell them in Lakedaimon,
Passer by,
For the sake of Starbucks
Here we lie.”
Concerns online civility and comes from Sifu Tweety in response to another comment on his own post on lawyer Jil of Feministe’s law school and online harassment by rightwing fuckwits:
Sifu Tweety Says:
March 7th, 2007 at 10:58 pm[…]
What makes me nervous, and why I mentioned it, what makes me nervous anytime anybody of any gender implies it, is the theory that we should somehow “do something” that stops these people from being able to act like assholes in the first place. Because we cannot. There is no way. The internet completely breaks that (already broken) paradigm, and to forcefully reassert that kind of paradigm on the internet breaks the internet. Period.
And the more people don’t understand this, the more people think about the internet as the “real world,” the more likely it is that somebody will actually find a way to break the internet legislatively – again, this is not a partisan thing, although it should be, stupid dems – and then all of the world-changing things we love about this medium, the thing we have in common, will become more broken promises, just like TV, just like cable, just like movies, just like the fucking printing press as most of the world concieves it, as the traditional powers retake control, and all this citizen powered malarkey becomes a memory.
So, yeah, those guys are unbelievable shitheads, but all of us must fight for their ability to do at least some of the things they do. It’s to us that they’ve hitched their wagon, to our tools.
It’s unfortunate sometimes, but freedom means freedom for everyone, even the shitheads, and we just have to accept it. Damn you, personal liberty, why must you be so bloody double-edged all the time?
[Panic over – no hospital was required this time. I feel like shit, but luckily blogging doesn’t require perfect health, just persistence, irritability and the insatiable urge to snark.]
Speaking of which, Sadly No and Ampersand have had a bit of a falling out over the former’s mockery of the latter’s blogrolling of the extremely-sad-on-so-many-levels Daffyd Ap Hugh:
I don’t know who’s wrong, I don’t know who’s right, and who cares just so long as it gives rise to comments like this:
Jillian said,
April 24, 2006 at 20:41
This is the sort of bold warrior you’d find in the pages of the Mabinogion!
Can’t you see him, standing in his breeches and tunic, covered in woad tattoos, inovking the names of his ancestors, like Math ab Mathonwy, before riding in his chariot off to battle, the fierce battle cry of his clan rolling off his lips…
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETOS!
The whole ‘fat is political, don’t be mean because he’s fat’ argument some of the other commenters are having in that thread is typical of why the left never gets anywhere against these winger inadequates. Debating the morality of mocking somebody for their appearance, especially when it is so obviously loathsome, seems somewhat irrelevant given the years of online evidence of Ap Hugh’s own patented ad-feminam wankery. Plus he’s just been given a gig subbing for known genocidal torture-advocate Michelle Malkin, where it’s always open season, so mock away.
Frequent Sadly No commentator Billy Pilgrim has the answer:
I can visualize several crank engines, a steam driven bellows, some bubbling beakers and a rack of glowing vacuum tubes – kind of like that contraption Spock made in City On The Edge Of Forever- all being run by coffee-addled marmosets. With Yakety Sax playing in the background. And, of course, a monkey washing a cat.