Now I can die happy
Because my work here is done. Technorati thinks we're on the A-list. [Sings: "We're on the A list!" (tune at left)]
Fuck ! Bookers, cable weasels, you may contact our agent by leaving a note with bartender "Geoff" at the wet bar in the Fellows Lounge. The password is "specimen jar."
And before I forget:
Hey, George! You out there?
Why is my check late every month?
NOTE Via the extremely supportive Avedon, linking to an old Lance Manion post, a rethink of the old "Why are there no women bloggers?" permathread, which has turned into the question... Well, I'm not sure what it has turned into.
I guess I'd pose a new question:
Why are there so few women, men, black, white, young, old, poor, gay, straight, poor and less poor bloggers* working together? Like at Corrente?
* Plus Chauncy, of course.