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Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.


Tuesday, June 11, 2002

Oh my. Lileks drops the F-Bomb! And manages to dis both moronic TV screenwriters AND John Cougar Mellonhead:
The cop asks why they let Snot Boogie play if he kept swiping the pot, and the youth acted surprised: “Y’ gotta let ‘im play. This is America.”

Clang. CLANG. Manhole-cover-dropped-on-battleship-deck CLANG. A clear case of a screenwriter confusing a John Cougar Mellancamp lyric with insight. By which I mean, of course, that wretched song “Pink Houses,” which attempted to simultaneously deride and celebrate ordinary Americans for wanting a house (pink) and an annual vacation in Mexico. “Ain’t that America, home of the free.” Damn right, you half-pint finger-popping pouty poseur, that IS America.

Idiot.


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