Where are the trolls of yesteryear? Why are their bridges untenanted and lonesome? Why do billygoats Gruff rampage unchecked? Oh, where are the trolls of yesteryear?
They’re all on the internet now.
Ah. Is this perhaps what we’re seeing on the “repeal Citizens United” comments I mentioned? Because the comments do betray an awesome similarity, keep bringing up the same talking points in parroted fashion (including identical misinformation from post-to-post by different people), and are overwhelmingly ideologically identical responses to political ads that, if real (in other words, actually sourced for Facebook by the people who made them, like Franken or Kay Hagan websites) would have at least a FEW like-minded liberal voices commenting.
Hey, Facebook — what books have I read?
All of them. All. Of. Them.
It’s good to try something different!
Poorly Drawn Lines – Carol
Some white people think that a (small) loss of privilege is the same as oppression.
I’ve sent letters to the FCC and the president. I’ll be sending more.
This is interesting. I’ve seen these anti-Citizens United ads or messages or whatever from Hagan and Franken, and the comments sections are absolutely overwhelmingly conservative — and not just conservative, but meme-wielding ditto head conservative. Now, why are anti-Citizens United ads from liberal publications primarily being commented on by conservatives by a huge majority? Could it be that they have been sicced on these ads in some way? Are there special “deface these” suggestions being handed out? Because It’s an interesting coincidence that this is happening specifically to the anti-Citizens United ads.
Yes, I like monkeys, clowns, puppets, dolls, and automata. That is because they were humankind’s first apprehension of the yawning Uncanny Valley that would soon engulf us all. And now you know. And knowing is halfway to surrender.
When Vladimir met George, our then-president said: “I looked in his eyes and saw his soul.”
And now you, too, can see that sparkling commodity, thanks to ex-President Bush’s own portrait of the Savior of Crimea. That’s right, stare into those beckoning baby blues. More soul than Al Green at a church picnic, I think you’ll agree. Now, don’t you feel better?
Further Saturday Night internet-gleaning that I brought back to share with you.
No, it’s okay. The look in the eyes of the children when I pass is all the thanks I need.
Cruella de Vil is just as -effroyable- in French.
Apparently, the sun shines before 11 am. It’s a weak, sad excuse for a sun, but it looks like it’s actually true. I had to get up early today, so I have empirical evidence. Who knew?
I’m off to Nebula Weekend again. Y’all be good.
When I decided I wanted to do a monkey for my profile picture today, I went and looked at photos of monkeys, one of my favorite leisure time occupations. And I’m definitely pleased with the monkey I picked, but I think this runner-up monkey deserves his or her fifteen minutes of monkey-fame, too. Because he looks like he’s having a really crap day.
Saw and met lots of nifty folk at Nebula Weekend today. We re-appear at the NW tomorrow — Deb’s on a 10 o’clock (AM) panel, then I’m doing a panel at Big Wow comic-con next door at 1pm, and in between I’ll be hanging around the Marriott with all the rest of the spec-fic swells, twirling our watch-chains and smoking big cigars while lobbing -bon mots- like they’re going out style.
Even white male readers get tired of reading about white males saving the universe. Or at least I do.
—Tad Williams at a panel at the Nebula Awards
“I LOVE BUCKET,” said the dog in an interview, post-shoot.
This is brilliant. Charcoal and that bucket — so much win. I sent a copy to Deb to share with her Frankie readers.
See Charcoal and Bucket, everyone! See them now. See them over and over.
Oh-oh. Apparently ten million patriots were prevented by campground floods from attending Operation American Raging Something-Or-Other.
Damn you and your Weather Dominator, Obama!
15 May 2014
If you thought there were 1 per centers only in the human world…