Due to circumstances beyond my control (i.e. work, no internet connectivity, real life), blogging has been light over the weekend and this morning. However, here are a few quick items of note before I head back into the damned conference room to deal with mountains of nitwittery.
First, I’ve changed my e-mail address – it is now preston-at-sixmeatbuffet-dot-com. I’ll still be using the g-mail account (sixmeat-at-gmail-dot-com) when I need to, but the new e-mail address will be the best to use if you feel the need to yell at me.
Next, Elizabeth Edwards says that she will call off her planned race riots if we will all vote for Lurch and her ambulance-chasing husband. Too bad I’ve already voted or I would take her advice and switch sides.
Also, LaShawn Barber has returned from a brief hiatus. Don’t leave us again, LaShawn. Some of us clanging cymbals need a blog-conscience.
Johnny Walker Red has gotten fisked for the first time. I hope he’s okay.
The Jawa Report notes that more terrorists are endorsing Kerry. At least they know which side has their best interests at heart.
There’s so much more out there, but this little brownshirt has to get back to work. More to come…
The lovely Mrs. Holmes has just asked me “what the hell is fisking?” Samizdata has a good definition:
verb. To deconstruct an article on a point by point basis in a highly critical manner. Derived from the name of journalist Robert Fisk, a frequent target of such critical articles in the blogosphere (qv).
Usage: “Orrin Judd did a severe fisking of an idiotic article in the New York Times today…”
I tend to do too much fisking probably. Although fisking Michael Moore’s pep-talk last month was particularly fun. Easy target though.