Balloon Juice comes in for a fair amount of criticism around here (no politics!); regardless, John Cole is one of the world’s best bloggers. As evidence, the start of a recent post:
I just had the dumbest argument with my mother ever. She was watching PTI, and Kornheiser and Wilbon were discussing which Harbaugh brother the Harbaugh parents would root for, and before she could finish her story I blurted out “If Seth and I were both coaches in the Super Bowl, I know damned well you would root for him over me.”
Yes, but what I want to know is why this post has more than one word in the title, and lacks an exclamation point.
Observation!
One of the first things I told all of my co-bloggers was that my own personal inclinations were to be seen as nothing more than my own personal inclinations. I mean, folks are going to dance much better to the music that they hear Kokopelli playing than to my descriptions of the music that bounces around in my own head.
Jaybird lies. He is the most fascist person here. I have an exclamation point branded on my ass as proof.
It was like that when you got here.
Yea, but only the one cheek.
Gotta keep the customers satisfied.
John Cole may be awesome…but is he as awesome as a DeLorean, or Raquel Welch? I think not.
DeLorean yes, Raquel Welch, uh, no.
Hmmm…perhaps you should check that video I linked, and reconsider. 😉
I was describing the video’s start, with the “Barbarella”- style outfits, to my friend, and he said “I remember whatever that footage was taken from! That made a big impression on me as a boy!”
I replied, “I just saw it the other day for the first time, and it made a big impression on me as a man!”
You just saw Barbarella. I think I saw it on TV when I was 11 or 12.
It is a really inappropriate movie for an 11 or 12 year old though. Then again, it took me a while to get the various dirty jokes in Airplane.
You ever spend time in a Turkish prison?
Billy, do you like movies with gladiators in them?
I picked the wrong year to stop* drinking at work.
*Ha ha, I lie. I’m going to drink at work this very day.