I find myself in the odd position of actually respecting a Gawker blog for 1) including a comment like “I knew John would sign him. His surname derives from the pig latin, meaning deep with resources” and also having a mod policy that puts movie-quote-only comments into a #yousawamovieonce folder.

Your Earth-style “humor”… eludes me, human.

I don’t know if I’m more shocked or amused that these two prigs are shocked, shocked to discover that the young’uns at CPAC were doing what people usually do at conventions. That’s what conventions are for.

Danzig/Shakira mashup. I win.

Having spent some quality time in Peoria, I can affirm that you are exactly right.

I think that we should all pause a bit in bashing MegMac and appreciate J.J. Abrams, who apparently made Cloverfield in part out of his disappointment that the head of the Statue of Liberty was not in fact sitting on a street in Manhattan in Escape from New York, contrary to the poster.

I appreciate a steatopygous posterior, and am personally incapable of falsehood.

Honestly, I’d prefer Timmeh praying out loud outside my bedroom window at 5 AM six days a week to having to read another word of Bruni’s.

Holy shit, really? Peoria has a full-time classical music station (even if it’s just on the digital FM signal that the public radio station spun off its more accessible signal; on the other hand, they did fill up the remaining time on the latter channel with the Beeb and Canadian programming).

And I think that I love Deidre Pujols a little, just because she’s the kind of crazy Jesus lady who seems to need the barest of prompting to go off on a full-bore rant, even (or maybe especially) if someone shoves a microphone in her face. I’d bet folding money that she finds an excuse to come back to St. Louis repeatedly, supposedly to “visit friends” but really to guard that hideous statue in Bumfuque Corners or wherever it is after disgruntled Cards fans start brazing all manner of detritus on its crotch.

Miller was something of a revelation, back in the day–and by that, I mean way back in the day, late 70s-early 80s, when he first started working for Marvel, mostly on Daredevil, where his style was quite unlike anyone else’s. I think that the last thing that he did that I particularly liked was Batman: Year One (with David Mazzucchelli, who also did the similarly-excellent Daredevil: Born Again arc, and who is a great artist in his own right). His art in things like the Sin City books and 300 still had flashes of his old brilliance, but his writing has become beyond self-parodying, although he still has his apologists who insist that Miller has to be deliberately taking the piss. I’m not hearing a lot of that rationalization since the publication of Holy Terror, which started out as a Batman story and still reads like Batman fanfic written by a junior high school student with anger management issues and looks like it was drawn on cocktail napkins with a Sharpie.

You might want to clear any heavy, pointed and/or breakable objects from within arms’ reach before considering how much she gets paid to speak.

It is just too bad she is falling so fast and hard.

Hey, as long as I’m not the one that has to hose down the sidewalk…

Always worth posting a link to David Foster Wallace’s profile of John Ziegler, and Ziegler’s super-classy response to Wallace’s suicide. As with some of the things that lesser writers wrote following Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide, Ziegler, in a vain attempt to gain petty revenge on someone who made him feel small, makes himself even smaller in comparison.

I never get tired of the game called “What If Ann Althouse Had To Practice Law For Real?” In this case, she makes the disingenuous argument that you can’t prove Broun heard the question, neener-neener, and then favors us with this:

Flashback to spitgate. I say, as I said then: Produce the video.

ADDED: Media Matters links to this post and says:
Althouse later announced that she’d only believe the “shoot Obama” story if she saw a video of the encounter.
Care to quote me? This is about quotes and you can’t quote me saying that, because I didn’t. Pathetic. I’m announcing that Media Matters is pathetic. And you can quote me.

They’re paraphrasing you, Ann, and that’s exactly what you were getting at… oh, why bother?

More fun in comments:

Show me a Republican who can fuck around on his aged wife with leggy blonds, going so far as to bring their fuck-buddies to political luncheons and the media not erect circus tents.

Technically true, as Donna Hanover is a blonde and Judi Nathan is a brunette.

Palin really doesn’t do defense, which explains why she never made it out of the small-town leagues in her vaunted basketball “career”.

Holy crap, I thought that it was just a month or two ago that L&T was going off to Hawaii and I suggested that you and Mrs. T spend the next couple of weeks romping around the house in the buff. The summers die one by one, how soon they fly on and on…

Only 28% of voters in the country think that Palin is capable of defeating Barack Obama while 60% think she is not and 12% aren’t sure.

AKA the Crazification Factor.

I found this bit interesting:

In fact, the median age of the show['s viewership] is 57 — that’s 15 years older than TLC’s average.

That’s also the age of a big chunk of teabaggers. Also, napscoordinator’s funky math was precious.

The thing that pundits get wrong about Palin, again and again, is that the fact that she has a core of fanatical supporters doesn’t indicate that there’s any hope of broader support, and I think that the more people outside of the core see of Palin, the less they like her. But a bunch of people tuned in to see the first show, and the fanatics keep upvoting Bristol on that dance show, so the usual gang of idiots somehow translate that as broad-based support.