November 08, 2005

There was a time, on this very blog, when I could wade into the day's events and make with the pithy commentary, rat - a - tat! So maybe it wasn't the pithiest, or the most well - informed, or spelled properly, or in a language I didn't make up. But I could do it.

These days... these days, I obssessively click through the icons on my Firefox button bar, and I'm just ill. Sick. I feel it in my gut... nausea, a touch of dread, all coated with the thick goo of Boredom - the little death that brings total annihilation (from Parker Brothers!). I look for something new, unpredicted. And I don't find it.

Let's have some coffee with Sully, shall we? Hmmm... yup, Cheney's still the Puppetmaster. Torture still Bad. Oh, the riots... lesseee... he's taking the 'Frenchifada' line. No gay today; maybe it'll show up later.

Moving on. The Instapundit, the bastard whose fault this all is, the master of puppy puree himself. Here we have: riots. Iraq, some more riots. Elections in California. Alan Alda for President? God help us all, or kill us, whichever... ah, that's a West Wing bit, which makes my gorge rise all on its own. More riots. Some terror. W00t!

Say, let's leave the button reservation and get to Belmont Club via VodkaPundit (whose Arm of Decision bit is worth ingesting, by the way). I say 'via' because I don't visit the Club frequently enough anymore to have it button - bar'd, so I always end up arriving there from someone else's blogroll. What have we got today... ah. Commentary on a graph that someone has made, plotting the number of French cars burned over time. Oh, dear.

Daily Kos... Bush same as Saddam, nothing new there, moving along.

Fark? Excuse me, I meant, "Drew Curtis' Fark.com"? A man crashed his plane into a Wal - Mart. Sweet relief!

That relief is why techie - style blog things outnumber political - style blog things on my button bar. Slashdot, Treehugger, Gizmodo, that sort of thing. I would include boingboing on that list, but Xeni Jardin has shown up once too often with her hair and her belief that intelligence is the same as rationality. That, and I honestly don't give a shit where Cory Doctorow is going to show up next to spout more of his red - diaper baby claptrap disguised as technophilia while signing books that aren't all that interesting to me. Algis Budrys, now there's a sci - fi guy.

And so, here I am... and here you are, as well, through the miracle of the tele - fax... never venturing too far off of the reservation, stuck in a feedback loop of commentary on the state of the sickened world, the content of which I have been able to predict for the past year or so. This one: he'll say this about that; and this one over here, he'll say this, but with a bit of rainbow sprinkle spin; and that guy - hoo! - that guy over there will ignore this entirely, because this thing happened over there and he's always more interested in that sort of thing.

Urp.

I know, I know... all of this is more testament to my own tiny state of mind than anything else.

But now I've infected you with it, see. So I can go back to... whatever it is I do these days.