1) I just finished drinking some coffee at San Francisco’s fabled Caffe Trieste with an attractive woman who claimed to be one Roxanne P. Opuli. As we talked the first rain of the season began. I am reminded that correlation is not causation, but still: spooky.
2) I am informed by my sources, which are legion, that a blogger calling himself “Gordo” — though he is actually rather distinctly slender — has, in the course of defending his use of a particularly odious nickname for a certain nature- and science-writing blogger, alleged that said n- &s-w’ing blogger is “incredibly earnest.”
While I understand the temptation many smaller, more insignificant bloggers feel to attach themselves to larger, more significant bloggers after the fashion of a remora to a great white shark, and that providing attention to such actions merely encourages them, I really must object. I am not incredibly earnest. I merely feel strongly about certain things. There is a difference.
This is what “incredibly earnest” looks like:
I think you’ll agree that I am no such thing. Thank you.
My employers don’t call me the “Rain Maker” for nothin’, baby.
My employers don’t call me the “Rain Maker� for nothin’, baby.
And here I thought it was because you act better than Matt Damon.
Chris, you and I made that video for our eyes only. I am offended that you would share such a thing with the world.
Couldn’t help it. I just look so damn FINE in that white smock and jeans.
My Mom once had a little dog named Earnest. He was incredible.
Did she find him in A Handbag? On the Brighton Line?
Tigtog, I love you.
Dude, I love that music video. Then again, I also love Bollywood and kung-fu flicks. Call me flicted.
Good one, tigtog!
nature poems. Kiss of death.
Yeah. And before you know it, you’re selling t-shirts.
Tigtog, glad I could be your straight man. :lol:
Thank you kindly, Charles, for allowing the ghost of Dame Edith Evans to amuse us all.
First of all, “earnest” is not pejorative. It’s not exactly a compliment, but it’s not pejorative.
Second, I’m not trying for a remora/shark relationship. Remoras and sharks are symbiotic. I’m more of a parasitic type.
OK, this is pedantic, but the relationship between remoras and sharks is really commensal. The shark gains nothing, but also loses little. I can see why you like to think of our relationship in this way.
But I’m no remora. I’m a trichinella! And I’m taking you down, Mr. McNaturepants!
So nat’ralists observe, a blog
Hath smaller blogs that on him slag,
And these have smaller blogs that link ‘em,
And so proceeding ad extinctum.
Ouch. Clealy, I’m outgunned, as long as this fight is purely verbal. I’ll have to go visual.