Archive for: June 2002

Tim Blair is one funny dude.

Maybe if they do another one of them Crocodile Dundee pictures, they can find a way to fit ol’ Tim into the thing.

Like, a Crocodile Dundee prequel, maybe: Young Crocodile Dundee.

Or yet another sequel: Son of Crocodile Dundee.

Or Crocodile Dundee Lives!

Or The Curse of the Jade Crocodile Dundee.

Or Jurassic Park 4: Hey, Isn’t that Crocodile Dundee over there? Being torn into jerky by that pack of raptors…? Something. He’d be excellent in it, I’d bet.

protein wisdom has just learned that it’s been named The People’s Republic of Seabrook Site of the Day. Thanks, People’s Republic people! Let’s see that Wil Wheaton guy top this, is all I’ve got to say.

(Phasers set to…dork)

It’s true, he’s taller than me. But drunkest Colorado blogger? Yours truly, hands down. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my pants.

And my wife, too. Because one of them …

I’ve been recommending (in private emails and in the comments sections of various sites) Stanley Fish’s sober defense of postmodernism, available so far only in the print edition of this month’s Harpers. Fish is one of our greatest …

Lots of great stuff here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a blog bash to drop some acid for…

Umm. Tracers and Steve Green. How can you go wrong?

Sometimes we lose sight of the the forest for the trees. But that’s why we have The Weekly Standard’s Fred Barnes, who takes a step back and is able to review Bush’s foreign policy pronouncements from a critical …

Writing in The American Prowler, Sara Rimensnyder takes a close look at the bloated rhetoric coming from the “oversized community”:Here’s the executive director of the American Obesity Association, talking about Southwest’s policy [of requesting that persons unable to …

I agree, Blow Hard. I mean, just frickin’ say it, you know? Criminy! Like anyone really gives two poops, anway. Am I right?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a blog bash …

In my house, the Pledge has become indispensible. “Under God”? Fine, whatever. But howsabout “under a layer of dust so thick it could choke an aardvark?” Coffee tables get filthy, end tables attract grime, wood paneling gets that kinda gritty, oily, dusty schmutz all over it…. These are facts. Sure, Murphy’s oil soap and a rag might do the trick just as well — maybe even Endust, if you can stand the smell — but I’ve got my standards. And my principles. As much as love my country, I love a polished piece of wood just a little bit more.

No, no one’ll be bullying me into giving up my Pledge anytime soon — court decision or no court decision. To borrow a phrase, “you can have my Pledge when you pry it from my cold, dead, lemon-scented hands.”

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a blog bash to dress for.

….Well, because they can save kids from socially engineered micromanagement like this (courtesy of Jim Caple, writing for ESPN’s Page 2):If you thought some schools went overboard when they banned dodge ball last year, consider this: A Santa Monica elementary school principal recently banned tag, saying the game can only be played under the strict supervision of physical education teachers and not at all during the lunch hour recess. That’s due to: one, the risk of injury; and two, a ’self-esteem issue,’ because whoever is ‘it’ could be considered a ‘victim.’

‘We had some children who were not playing “it” appropriately,’ Franklin elementary principal Pat Samarge said, adding that ‘Little kids were coming in and saying, “I don’t like it.” Children weren’t feeling good about it.’

And here I was having trouble understanding how an appellate court in the United States could rule (in all seriousness) that hearing a benign two word phrase in the midst of a phatic oath could come to count as “injurious”…

*sigh*