Good morrow, London time, dear Elven Ones,
Xade, comment pioneer, I embrace you.
OK, one brain cell at a time.
About me.
There is a saying:
Good morrow, London time, dear Elven Ones,
Xade, comment pioneer, I embrace you.
OK, one brain cell at a time.
About me.
There is a saying:
Sally here. Please don’t all come running to me saying you miss Solonor. I miss Solonor.
Solonor is sustaining, reliable and No. 1 on everyone’s blogging list, even mine which is barely a week old.
Think of it this way: even half-elves have to have holidays and meet their folk elves.
And he will return.
I know, not soon enough . . ..
But I and the other Ink Well associates will be with you in every respect – throughout.
I will be blogging in London time – which means I will shortly be asleep just as soon as I’ve made myself a cup of tea.
Have a wonderful trip dear Solonor.
Oh well. Screw ’em. We’re going anyway.
For your edification and edumacation during our two-nation vacation, it is with gratification and appreciation that I present for inspection by the Ink Well population the following association who have shown the inclination and determination to proceed with an Ink Well contribution.
May God help our civilization.
Ric the Schmuck (and the blogless)
Jenni of Kinky Convolution
Sally of Poets of London
Michele of A Small Victory
MJ of Friday Fishwrap
-d of Pretty Purple Princess
This is positively the finest exhibition ever to be shown — well, eh…well, be that as it may, I, your Wizard, per ardua ad alta, am about to embark upon a hazardous and technically unexplainable journey into the outer stratosphere (um, and Canada)…to confer, converse, and otherwise hobnob with my brother (and in-law) wizards.
And I hereby decree that until what time, if any, that I return the Scarecrow Schmuck, by virtue of his highly superior brains, shall rule in my stead, assisted by the Tin Man Poet, by virtue of her magnificent heart, and the LionPurple Princess, by virtue of her courage. (And the other three by virtue of their hot bloggy goodness.)
I’ll return with 999 pictures (the max the memory card will hold) and a return of my Maine accent. Ayuh.
Guardian Unlimited | Arts news | Return of the Clash
Two dozen Clash tracks that had been lost for 25 years have been found in guitarist Mick Jones’s lockup. Many were at one time intended for the band’s classic album London Calling.
In the immortal words of Daffy Duck: droooool, droooool
[ via pesky’apostrophe ]
CNN.com – Ridge says al Qaeda planning attack – Jul 8, 2004
Say it with me, children… DUH!
So, if we already know this, and there’s “no precise knowledge of the time, place or method of attack,” I guess he needed to stand up in front of us and say, “Just wanted you to remember to be scared. In case you, like, forgot or something. M’kay?”
I’m glad you’re being vigilant. I’m glad you’re watching out for terrorists and stopping them when you can. Keep up the good work. But you don’t have to issue vague threats every week just to make sure we know you’re doing your job!
And stop calling it the fricking HOMELAND. It’s giving me the creeps. Thanks.
The crushing throng of suckers nice people who nearly jumped out of their skins at the chance for their very own Ink Well author credentials was overwhelming. Their excitement could be summed up in the phrase: “Yeah, whatever dude. Erm…what’s a blog?”
I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to sully my reputation by being associated with this piece of tripe either. In fact, I don’t know why you’re reading this now instead of doing real work. Slacker.
Yes, I am looking forward to the Lemony Snicket movie. Why do you ask?
I was going to just leave the blog in a stasis field until I got back (turning off all comments to keep out the evil scum of the earth spammers). I don’t have guest bloggers very often, and I doubt there’d be anyone interested in keeping the place warm anyway. But if you think you’d like to take a crack at screwing up the Ink Well for 10 days starting Friday (and having your posts subsequently ridiculed and maybe deleted when I return), send me an e-mail, and we’ll talk. I’ll even forward the MT-Blacklist messages to you, so you can clean up after the idiotic spam monkeys!
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: An Open Letter to the Radioactive Spider That Never Bit Me.
If begging isn
Whoa! When I logged in to Bloglines this morning, it was like little elves had come in the middle of the night and re-decorated everything. And so they have!
There was an announcement about them doing something special for their one-year anniversary. This must be it. Wicked cool.
If you’re not using Bloglines as your RSS news reader, you should check it out. How else do you think I can skim through 132 blogs every day? (132?! Holy hell, I need a life.)
After the announcement of Edwards as Kerry’s running mate, it only took a nanosecond for the “ewwww, he’s a trial lawyer” comments to start. As if just being a politician weren’t bad enough.
Jumping on Edwards’ case because he’s inexperienced is one thing, but dredging up a worn out stereotype is just lazy namecalling. Or, as Monsieur Hill says: Yeah, but would you vote for Perry Mason?
So, here’s my question: If you could only vote for a fictional lawyer for President, whom would you choose? (Bonus points for the coolest dream team Prez/Veep combo)
I know who Grandpa Simpson wants: Maaaaaatlock!