I do honestly love my brother sometimes.
OK, a day later, since that was apparently too telegraphic: if folks would follow the, you know, link, it’d take them to this story: my baby brother cybersquats a domain name for a upper-crust suburb outside Buffalo, EastAurora.com. (Think MenloPark.com or EastHampton.com or Evanston.com or BackBay.com for rough analogues.) He subsequently links the domain to the Iraq Body Count. Hijinks ensue as a couple self-appointed town fathers plead with him to give the domain to them, or at least to redirect the domain to something more befitting their urban development plans.
This is a town that took the Arts and Crafts style — perhaps one of the most democratic architectural and design movements in recent Western history — and turned it into a symbol of the elíte. As my niece (who grew up there (to the extent that she has grown up yet)) puts it, East Aurora is pretentious enough that they have their own font.”
OK, that’s a fairly common Charles Rennie Mackintosh typeface, but you get the idea.
Legions of Faultline readers are scratching their heads in confusion.
Like they’re not used to doing that when they read my stuff.
What are you guys talking about?
And by legions, are you referring to those of us with multiple personalities?
Heyy alla you tosts settle down.
I saw Aurora and I was hoping for some sort of Wayne’s World thing. Maybe you and Craig could do a cable access TV progressive brother banter show. Sort of Car Talk meets Utne Reader.
OK. I will play. ... Huh
Umm I love my brother too.
Thank you for sharing?
Hey go wish PZ Happy Birthday tomorrow, but it is already tomorrow in the heartland. More confusion.
I always thought that hilarity is what ensues and that hijinks were reserved for when you’re being wacky. Wacky hijinks, hilarity ensued. etc.