Thursday, May 7, 2009

Allah hates me

He really, really hates me. I don't even want to begin to explain. If I wasn't sitting here suffering slow death by conjunctivitis, I might explain. But the dude hates me, and I've never even met him.

I'm going back to bed.

(Maybe he's speedophobic?)

UPDATE: Laura loves me! Pundette loves me! Matthew Yglesias . . . no, wait, he went to Harvard.

UPDATE II: Troglopundit loves . . . cute little bunnies?


  1. Dude, just suck it up and blog 'til you need glasses.

  2. At least he knows that you exist.

  3. I love you ... sort of - heh

  4. You and Perez Hilton are little different, Robert. Two breeds of the same beast. Superficially distinct but essentially the same.

    He was a nobody who made a blog, found a niche, and worked it. You were a nobody who made a blog, found a niche, and worked it. (Not as well -- yet.)

    Hey, and would you believe it, the niches aren't all that different: You're both knee-deep in the yellow muck of the culture wars. You both make liberal use of snark, both employ guerrilla self-promotion, both are masters of New Media.

    Oh, and you're both shockingly self-absorbed, head-over-heels in love with your own voices, faces, thoughts and phrases. (Not that you shouldn't both be proud of your successes, you lucky bloggers, you!)

    I look at Perez and I see the American success story: Zero to hero on ingenuity, wit, and hard work; riding the cutting edge all the way to the top. Hmm. Just like you!

    You aren't so ordinary, Robert, and you have more in common with the news-media elite than you would like to admit.

    And, in the end, that ain't so bad.


  5. Mmmmm...bunnies. With horseradish.