I Write Music for Soundtracks Now

So, thanks to our bud Hecate, whose G/Son is about the same age as the Almost-4-Year-Old, and is apparently just as entertaining (though probably less bent on world domination in manner of The Brain or similar, as is our young one). Thanks also to va, to whom is the hero's part, which is probably why he was essentially correct about The Dark Knight. Flory, of course, rocks. And Ripley is Ripley! Are there other Ripleys? Yes, but this Ripley is our Ripley, and is cherished.

Last week I woke up and contemplated a lake, and beheld the mountains, and heard the crisp, pristine wind in the tall Adirondack pines. This week I dully perceive the coming academic year with a drearily familiar blend of grim resignation, bleak cynicism, and joyless anticipation of interminable meetings about incomprehensible minutiae. Not that I'm complaining -- beats working -- but still, nuts.

For my spare time literary activities, this morning I turned my rheumy gaze upon Greater Wingnuttia, and you know what? Much have I traveled in the lands of crap, which thick-browed Stupid ruled as His demesne, but never did I breathe its septic serene, as earlier today when I toured the blogs, and wanted to throw up loud and bold.

This is perhaps the worst of it -- the Sadlynauts are reminding me fondly of the time Amy Alkon trolled the Whiskey Fire comments section. And when I say "fondly," I mean it in the sense that when at 2PM you burp the undercooked sausage you had for breakfast, you say to yourself, "I was quite fond of that undercooked sausage I forced down my gullet because I had a hangover and wasn't thinking entirely clearly." I am of course not slagging off our comrades in the Sadly No crew, upon whom we Beam Our Love. Rather, I am noting that a paranoid imbecile who dresses and talks like someone Batman fought in the 1960s has been hired by Pajamas Media, and that nobody is remotely surprised.

In the course of following all the Alkon related related links I glanced inadvertently at Dr Perfesser Helen's blog and observed that during my rustic retreat she was loudly blathering on about Vikings.

Let's hope the US never goes the way of Scandinavia--for all the talk about equality, it sounds like the men there are nothing but second class citizens who are lost, lonely and victimized. We must all keep up the fight for men's rights and fight male bashing and misandry whenever we see it in order to keep this from happening in our country. 

You wonder, does she ever let Mr Dr Perfesser wield that empurpled sword? Not bloody likely.

Speaking for myself as a feminist, I gotta say, the second I turn to some shallow chucklehead dope on the Internet to make me feel reassured as to my masculine identity, that's the day I saw off my balls, bronze them, and sell them as a pair of fucking flea market bangles to roving packs of giggling middle school girls. The Ole Perfesser  may need constant reassurance as to the potency of his wing-wang, but the more secure of us fellas find such burblings more than a little creepy, thankyoumuch.

Anyway. Why did I leave the mountains again?

Comments

[herr doktor bimler]

it sounds like the men there are nothing but second class citizens
At some stage when I wasn't paying attention, "first-hand experience" became a disqualifying attribute for punditry, like "failing a urine test".

[rea]

Ah, I see Ms. Alkon and her Instaenablers are pulling the old "lefties must hate free speach because they make fun of me whenever I say something stupid" trick again

[DrDick]

Amy Alkon is one of those crazed rightwing idiots that if she did not exist, the Sadly Naughts would have to invent her. The Instawanker household continues their uninterrupted run as comedy gold and proof that the more insecure you are in your masculinity the more likely you are to be a aggressively blustering consrvative or his passive aggressive wife.

[Jay_B]

Let's hope the US never goes the way of Scandinavia--for all the talk about equality, it sounds like the men there are nothing but second class citizens who are lost, lonely and victimized.

Oh for the love of fuck..."it sounds like..."? The Swedes of my acquaintance are some of the most well-adjusted folk I have the luck to know. The guys are effortlessly cool (and handsome), while the women are stunning. Open, kind, guileless and yet centered. What losers!

Keep dreaming of that cyborg future you fucking lunatics.

[gus]

I love the way Mrs. Ole Perfesser glosses over the data suggesting that Danes are the happiest people in the world in favor of a few anecdotes. That's solid science!

[DrDick]

Forgot earlier, but my condolences on the arrival of the new semester and the interminable tedium of faculty meetings. We have a "faculty retreat" (all day faculty meeting) tomorrow. On Saturday I was idyllically tubing down the Blackfoot River (of A River Runs Through It fame) contemplating the mountains and now I am contemplating 8 hours of mind numbing tedium. On the other hand, I am generally upbeat about the coming semester. Of course, I do not teach freshman comp, which would constitute justifiable grounds for suicidal depression.

[herr doktor bimler]

Oh for the love of fuck..."it sounds like..."?
Oh yes. I can imagine situations where I would leap to a sweeping conclusions about some distant country without any evidence or personal experience, in order to confirm my prejudice. However, I like to think that I would not boast about my ignorance.

[actor212]

Speaking for myself as a feminist, I gotta say, the second I turn to some shallow chucklehead dope on the Internet to make me feel reassured as to my masculine identity, that's the day I saw off my balls, bronze them, and sell them as a pair of fucking flea market bangles to roving packs of giggling middle school girls.

I did that when I got married. It took me years to negotiate them back in the divorce.