While I applaud The New Yorker's steadfast adherence to the tenants of responsible journalism, I must grudgingly submit that I quite often don't have the foggiest fucking idea what it is that their reporters are talking about. Take this gem from the December 8th issue, which I was perusing whilst BARTing to work this fine sunny afternoon:
[In reference to Timothy Geithner being Obama's choice for Secretary of the Treasury]
"...there was also something weird about the spectacle of the Street’s once fearless free marketeers exulting over a government appointment, as if they were nomenklatura members cheering a new Politburo chief."
A vivid image to be sure... I know I'll never forget the hysterics surrounding the appointment of Hamas politiburo chief Khaled Marshaal.
Oh wait, yes I will. There. I just did.
Fortunately, whenever The New Yorker makes me feel like Leon Spinks at a nuclear arms proliferation summit, I can count on the vaunted ABC7 Production Team to restore journalistic equilibrium. Yesterday, in an edited, scripted, and producer-approved story, we used the word "majestical."
In other news, if CBS Sports doesn't kindly remove its mouth from the dick of Tim Tebow, I'm going to blow up a building.
p.s. - Seriously?
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Fondle Puck is 2nd of 4
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Faux Thai Hooch is 7th of 14
St. Bonaventure Hockey League:
Ye Olde Coggle is 8th of 12
California:
Avery's Sloppy 2nds is 5th of 15
Fondle Puck is 2nd of 4
TCF Fantasy Hockey:
Faux Thai Hooch is 7th of 14
St. Bonaventure Hockey League:
Ye Olde Coggle is 8th of 12
California:
Avery's Sloppy 2nds is 5th of 15
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The BumperSmash Charter
As many of you by now know, BumperSmash is (and will forever remain) the appellation and future home of the most delectable lunchtime treat in the rich history of starch-based foodstuffs.
Don't let the eponymous nature of this blog fool you; I fully intend to pursue the financial windfall that will supervene the grand opening and subsequent franchizing of my brainchild. Until said time, however, I've decided it wise to lend its name to my new blog as a shrewd attempt to lay claim to the BumperSmash empire.
While blogging can not provide the toothsome, even curative smashed potatoes that future generations will come to associate with BumperSmash, I fully intend to offer many challenging observations and Circean tales of daring heroism in their stead.
Most will involve dong jokes.
Yours Indubitably,
Nathan Gallant
Don't let the eponymous nature of this blog fool you; I fully intend to pursue the financial windfall that will supervene the grand opening and subsequent franchizing of my brainchild. Until said time, however, I've decided it wise to lend its name to my new blog as a shrewd attempt to lay claim to the BumperSmash empire.
While blogging can not provide the toothsome, even curative smashed potatoes that future generations will come to associate with BumperSmash, I fully intend to offer many challenging observations and Circean tales of daring heroism in their stead.
Most will involve dong jokes.
Yours Indubitably,
Nathan Gallant
3 comments:
i sometimes find myself sympathizing with how meatwad felt when all he could say is "do what now?" not sure that makes you feel any better, but it's something i had to get off my chest.
lovely link to good ole' channel 7 weather. i hold you entirely responsible for said debacle.
I concur with Doug. That weather map was clearly a Viz operator issue.
Oh yeah, and I just watched that last clip.
Flossin' like Frances Dinglasan.
Classic ABC7. That place runs like a well oiled machine.
What that clip really reminds me of though is getting up at 3am to prompt for the morning show. Ugh.
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