Thursday, September 05, 2002

I can’t say thanks loud or often enough for all of the support. You guys rule.

Since I’ve recently received assurances from the editor, I would like to point out that the link in question is The Portadown News

To Mr. G.G., you (long string of censored colorful metaphors), give the lads a kiss for me at the next UFF meeting. I hope you all choke on your nachos.

I’ll be back, bloggy-land people, as soon as I can manage to scrub away this filth.

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

A while back, Ms. Jones offered me the opportunity to post on her blog. I told her that when I had something worth saying, I’d give it a shot. I had actually come across something that I wanted to post today, but there are more pressing matters to attend to.

Along with Emily’s last post, a Mr. G.G. has decided to grace us with his presence in the comments section of that post. Mr. G.G., if you would like to discuss your problems, I can be reached at . If you would like to discuss them in person, please feel free to come to St. Paul and I would be more than happy to meet with you and iron out any issues that you may have. Whatever your intended desire was, you have only managed to anger myself and several of Emily’s friends, but I do look forward to hearing from you.

Emily darling, see you soon. I’ve got your back.


Today I’ve received a series of threatening and abusive e-mails from someone who appears to have objections to one of my links. They’ve left me drained, angry, and disgusted at how truly off the rocker some human beings can be. I’m going to take a break from this whole blogging thing for a while until I can put myself back together and hopefully get this maniac off my back. Please visit the other blogs on the left, all of them by top notch, classy folks.

Oh yeah – and the link STAYS. Got that, fella?

Renewable energy, in fact, would bring huge benefits to the US: it would cut its reliance on foreign oil and thereby allow it more freedom to act on the international stage.

That's'd think that this is the last thing the sort of Euroweenies at the Indy would want.

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

Here's Mick Fealty on the Unionist "dilema".

This is a little off-subject, but personally, I've never understood why republicans have such a hard time with the idea of disbanding the IRA. After all, the sooner they shut the doors on The Francis Hughes School of Cop-killing for the last time, the sooner Gerry and Martin can get busy propagating the lie that they never existed to begin with.

I had lunch with a few bloggers last Sunday - Asparagirl, visiting us here from NYC, her old man Scott Ganz, and the World's Biggest Ego™, a.k.a. Pejman Yousefzadeh. Asparagirl is just as smart and lovely in person as she is on her blog, and Scott's this really lively guy who can quote long chunks of Monty Python skits without missing so much as a single word or mussing the accent. Pejman got us in good at the Persian restaurant in Westwood where we ate by speaking Farsi to all the staff and waiters, so we were allowed to eat our meals safely knowing that we were not digesting a bitter cook's spit, or that our filets were not raked along the bottom of someone else's shoe before being arranged in a nice pattern and served (I've worked in a lot of restaurants in my day - this happens a lot; enough so that I could tell a few stories that would turn the hardest "I don't cook" bachelor into Julia Childs).

Scott and Brooke only let us pitch in a couple of bucks for lunch (thanks, guys!), and only so after Pej and I threatened to put a hex on the life of their firstborn. The next time you haul your sweet cookies out to L.A., Ms. Brooke, get in touch, and dinner's on me. Or Pej. Preferably Pej. Thanks, again. It was fun.