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December 14, 2007

I'm Not Up With Huckabee

For several reasons, but since declaring my support for Rudy Giuliani I've decided to hold my fire and observe the 11th Commandment while this whole thing plays out.

That doesn't mean, however, that I won't link to other stuff. Especially when it's funny as hell. Rachel Lucas says Huck can go "stuff" himself (warning - really naughty language).

If Peggy Noonan had an evil twin, I'm pretty sure she would write like Rachel Lucas.

YIPS from Steve-O: Eleventh Commandment? What, that's like "Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's ass, because the ass has sovereign immunity and cannot be coveted without its consent"?

Yips! back from Gary:
Kramer broke that Commandment:

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More Gratuitous Holiday Grumbling - BUMPED AND UPDATED

Tomorrow during lunch I'll be scooting over to the Smithsonian, there to meet the youngest Llama-ette and her classmates from St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method for a little holiday field-trip.

I just looked up the program we're going to see, the Seasons of Lights, and already my rant-worthy sensors are spiking:

Join our 9th annual multicultural celebration of global winter holidays rooted in the warmth and wonders of light. Learn the history and customs of Ramadan, Devali, Chanukah, Sankta Lucia, Kwanzaa, Las Posadas/Christmas and a First Nations tradition of Winter Solstice in our most popular performance of the year. Embrace the season and be a part of the festivities—with audience participation for all.

Malkin's going to blow a gasket if she notices that Christmas only gets shared billing with Las Posadas. And who wants to place bets on whether anybody will mention the fact that "Kwanzaa" was fadged up by a crackpot in California back in the '60's and is based on a vision of half-baked socialist Pan-Africanism that is not only unsupportable, but is in fact downright fraudulent. Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?

Oh, but it goes deeper than that:

People all over the world celebrate holidays at this time of year. Many of these holidays honor the harvest, signal the New Year, or bring families together to remember the past and look forward to the future. Many holidays are also rooted in the coming of the shortest day of the year—the Winter Solstice.

Today, we often enjoy holiday traditions without knowing where they came from. We sing songs, display colored lights, and repeat special activities with friends and family. Holly wreaths, chocolate coins, sharing special foods, giving gifts, candles lit in a row— these traditions all herald the ending of one year, and the renewal and hope of looking ahead to the next.

If we look deeper, we see that these holidays carry echoes of earlier times, hundreds or thousands of years ago. At some point, the warmth of light burning in the dark plays a central role. The joy, warmth, and safety that came from these traditional gatherings kept the dark and cold at bay. They helped people understand that the sun would return and bring the promise of spring and a new year.

See? We're really all Gaia's Children after all. Why can't we just get along?

Remind me to take an extra dose of my meds tomorrow morning.........

UPDATE: Well, we saw the show. Let me put it this way: In pursuit of plurality over everything, I believe the show managed to thoroughly confuse all the kids and offend most of the adults.

Yeesh.

YIPS from Steve-O: Well Robbo, the only answer then is to get radished....

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And here's something to cleanse the palatte after your experience at a Kwanza Carol:


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Dog Bites Man Penis

Well, file this one under "things you just can't make up":

A drunk Cambodian man became embroiled in an unfortunate genital incident when, as he was urinating through a fence, a happy little puppy on the other side bit onto his penis.

News reports in Phnom Penh said that Kann Veasna was relieving himself through a hole in the fence after a hard day drinking wine when the incident occurred.

The Rasmei Kampuchea newspaper suggested that the puppy may have thought Veasna's penis was toy.

A toy? Hmm. I wonder if it squeaked or something?
Mr Veasna's puppy/penis misfortune came to light when he turned up at hospital in the Cambodian capital, and regaled them with his tale of mirth and woe.

He was suffering from lacerations to his penis. However, doctors were able to save his organ, and are hopeful that the puppy did him no permanent damage.

News agency DPA quoted one doctor as saying: 'It's undoubtedly sore now, but luckily it should still be useful to him in the future.'

Which is the more perplexing question?

1) How could a small puppy reach the penis of a standing man in order to bite it?
2) How do you qualify a "hard day drinking wine"?
3) Why would a man pee through a hole in a fence to begin with?

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Just In Case The Missus Is Reading Us Today

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I've been a good Llama this year. A present like this, and I could be marvelous.

Just saying.

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It takes a Potemkin Village

Hillary! attacked viciously by the Right Wing Noise Machine at........The Today Show.

When you've lost Matt Lauer, you've lost the war.

I guess they never should have ganged up on Russert...

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Nats Take Away The One Active Met On The Juice List

Thanks, Robbo. Now I know why Minaya and the Wilpons weren't keen on keeping Paul Lo Duca. But because Washington signed him, New York has a "clean" active roster.

The Yankees on the other hand...not so much.

I just KNEW that when Clemmons tossed that broken bat at Piazza that it was most likely 'Roid rage.

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It's Beginning To Sound A Lot Like Christmas, Dammit

Have I mentioned before how much I hate medleys? And have I mentioned before how much I hate the whole "If Vivaldi had written 'Jolly Old St. Nicholas'" genre?

Well, I'm mentioning it now.

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There's the hot stove league, and then there's the REALLY HOT stove league

Pope Benedict, GM of the Vatican crusaders, gleeful over trade of Steve-O to the Canterbury Caterwallers in return for Robbo-O and three players to be named later. "He's three starts away from Tommy John surgery, a bad influence in the clubhouse, and waaaay past his prime," said the Supreme Pontiff. "He's basically the Eric Gagne around here. Robbo will give us the late inning energy we need, kind of like Jonathan Pablebon, minus the beer, hookers, liturgical dancing, and mounds of blow."

THAT'S MY CHURCH, Steve-O (S)Edition: A number of questions to the Mail Sack on my take on the Diocese in California that voted to secede. My sense is this: two of the four most influential and important priests in my life have been women who, in that diocese, wouldn't have been eligible for ordination because...........what, we're afraid of women? Even as a kid I never bought the "well, Jesus only called men to the ministry so only men can be ordained" line. Because first of all, he only called people who were Jewish to be ministers, and his Pope was a married Jewish fisherman (something Benedict---who I deeply respect---kind of goes 0-3 on). And second, I don't see how one can read the crucifixion and resurrection stories and deny the role of the women. Sure, the men shared in the Eucharist, but when things got tough they all split, except for John. The women, not so much.

And I know, the ordination of women was not the "final" straw, but the first one, but at least to me that bears some type of insight on the accumulator of straws out there.

So the wine in the chalice in the Cathedral in Fresno bothers me not--whether the bottle is from Chile, Nigeria, Rome, Canterbury, New York, Virginia, or some weird acronym. Because what matters is what will happen to it, and that the blood will be mixed with tears over our eternal stubborness and willingness to fight over who sits at the right hand of the right hand in this endless and sad game of More Pharisacal Than Thou.

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It's The Storm Of The Century Of The Week!

Run for your lives!!!!

Winter Storm Watch in effect from Saturday morning through
Sunday afternoon...

The National Weather Service in Sterling Virginia has issued a
Winter Storm Watch... which is in effect from Saturday morning
through Sunday afternoon.

Low pressure will develop across the lower Mississippi Valley on
Saturday... then is expected to move northeast and pass through the
mid Atlantic region Saturday night and Sunday.

The exact timing... track and strength details associated with
this storm remain uncertain at this time... however much of the mid
Atlantic region has the potential to receive significant wintry
precipitation Saturday through Sunday. This includes the
possibility of some areas receiving 5 or more inches of snow and
sleet accumulation and a quarter inch or more of ice accumulation.
Preparations should be made now for hazardous winter weather
across the region Saturday through Sunday.

A Winter Storm Watch means there is a potential for significant
snow... sleet... or ice accumulations that may impact travel.
Continue to monitor the latest forecasts.

Aaaaaah, that's teh stuff. I've always found it interesting that while we denizens of the Dee Cee area love to panic at the first sign of a snowflake, we're not at all ashamed to admit it. Yes, we say, we're over-reacting. We probably don't really need to close all the schools and the guv'mint. We probably don't really need to spend four hours at Safeway stocking up on RCMP-approved survival gear and rations. But we do so anyway. And this is a problem why?

As a matter of fact, this is scheduled to be a pretty hectic weekend around Orgle Manor, including a holiday party, two separate sleep-overs, extensive practices of various sorts and three (count 'em) three Church services that Yours Truly is supposed to attend Sunday morning. We shall see how much the weather cuts into all that. (If it keeps the Llama-ettes' little friend from staying over Saturday night, I will be quite happy.)

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Mmmmmmm, Peggy

Peggy Noonan opens up a can of righteous whup-ass on Huckleberry this morning. Take away line: Huck and his core supporters are a lot like one of the candidates running in 1980, but it sure as heck wasn't the Gipper. Or John Anderson for that matter...

UPDATE: Re post below, great minds. I went to refresh the tea cup before hitting "publish"....

Yips! from Robbo: Great minds, indeed, but what kind of nancy-boy drinks tea in the morning?

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Heh

Peggy on She Who Must Not Be Named's encounter with the bucket of water that is national presidential campaign politics. Melting! Meeeeeelting!

This thought occurs that Hillary Clinton's entire campaign is, and always was, a Potemkin village, a giant head fake, a haughty facade hollow at the core. That she is disorganized on the ground in Iowa, taken aback by a challenge to her invincibility, that she doesn't actually have an A team, that her advisers have always been chosen more for proven loyalty than talent, that her supporters don't feel deep affection for her. That she's scrambling chaotically to catch up, with surrogates saying scuzzy things about Barack Obama and drug use, and her following up with apologies that will, as always, keep the story alive. That her guru-pollster, the almost universally disliked Mark Penn, has, according to Newsday, become the focus of charges that he has "mistakenly run Clinton as a de facto incumbent" and that the top officials on the campaign have never had a real understanding of Iowa.

This is true of Mrs. Clinton and her Iowa campaign: They thought it was a queenly procession, not a brawl. Now they're reduced to spinning the idea that expectations are on Mr. Obama, that he'd better win big or it's a loss. They've been reduced too to worrying about the weather. If there's a blizzard on caucus day, her supporters, who skew old, may not turn out. The defining picture of the caucuses may be a 78-year-old woman being dragged from her home by young volunteers in a tinted-window SUV.

This is, still, an amazing thing to see. It is a delight of democracy that now and then assumptions are confounded, that all the conventional wisdom of the past year is compressed and about to blow. It takes a Potemkin village.

A thought on the presence of Bill Clinton. He is showing up all over in Iowa and New Hampshire, speaking, shaking hands, drawing crowds. But when he speaks, he has a tendency to speak about himself. It's all, always, me-me-me in his gigantic bullying neediness. Still, he's there, and he's a draw, and the plan was that his presence would boost his wife's fortunes. The way it was supposed to work, the logic, was this: People miss Bill. They miss the '90s. They miss the pre-9/11 world. So they'll love seeing him back in the White House. So they'll vote for Hillary. Because she'll bring him. "Two for the price of one."

It appears not to be working. Might it be that they don't miss Bill as much as everyone thought? That they don't actually want Bill back in the White House?

Maybe. But maybe it's this. Maybe they'd love to have him back in the White House. Maybe they just don't want him to bring her. Maybe they miss the Cuckoo's Nest and they'd love having Jack Nicholson's McMurphy running through the halls. Maybe they just don't miss Nurse Ratched. Does she have to come?

More, please. I confess that while I am not convinced that HRCR has been reduced to a burnt out broomstick and a soaked black cape just yet, I am nonetheless becoming mighty excited at the prospect that it might just happen.

BTW, Peggy spends the other half of her column on the surprising rise of Huckabee. Me? I don't think he's going to last.

Two-Cent Yips! from Gary:
Polls aside, I can seriously see campaign volunteers of SWMNBN threatening physical harm to 75-year old caucus voters to get them to come out on that cold January evening.

Re: Huck. His support is strong obviously among those voters for whom his religious fervor is most important. For the rest of Iowan Republicans? Dunno. But I'm willing to bet that Romney's GOTV ground game is a well oiled machine. I expect Iowa to be close either way. And Huck doesn't have the infrastructure to take full advantage of any momentum.

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December 13, 2007

Gratuitous Holiday Grumbling

Something better than two thirds of the cards we've received at Orgle Manor this year have been decorated with not one but multiple pics of the sender's family. Typically, they contain one group shot plus a second of Mom & Dad plus singletons of all the kids.

The Missus says this is a service being offered by Shutterfly. Personally, I don't much like it - the cards come out looking more like fashion spreads or advertising glossies than holiday greetings.

The grand poo-bah overblown winner so far came from a family of four notorious in our area for its extravegance. (The Mom - who doesn't actually work - is reported to have a nanny for each kid plus a personal attendant/secretary for herself.) Their card featured a group shot on the cover. Opening it up revealed:

- Another full group shot
- A shot of Mom & Dad together
- A shot of Dad with the kids
- A shot of Mom with the kids
- A shot of the kids together
- A shot of the Son
- A shot of the Daughter

And if that weren't enough, flipping over to the back revealed yet two more shots of the Son and the Daughter separately, plus one more group shot. There was also an overhead pic of L'Estate Rubeux, their palatial residence. And if that wasn't enough, the names and email addresses of the photographer, the make up artist (yes, really) and the printer were listed at the bottom of the card.

Of course, this is an outer marker of bad taste, but it seems to be symptomatic of the trend. And as I say, I don't like it very much.

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Is It The First Storm Of The Century Of The Week?

Looks like Dee Cee might be in for a nasty weekend:

Saturday
Cloudy. A chance of snow and sleet in the afternoon. Highs in the mid 30s. Northeast winds 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation 50 percent.



Saturday Night
Freezing rain...snow...sleet and rain. Lows around 30. Chance of precipitation 80 percent.

Sunday
Snow and rain likely. Brisk with highs in the upper 30s. Chance of precipitation 60 percent.

Of course, since this isn't happening during the work week, we won't be able to indulge ourselves in our traditional full-fledged panic. On the other hand, I'm beginning to sense a rising sense of excitement around the office, among fellow commuters and even from the classical radio jocks.

If I had any extra coin lying around, I'd probably be investing in short term futures in toilet paper, batteries and bottled water right now.

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Ol' Fred Doesn't Want To Play Your Silly Game

The only part of yesterday's debate worth mentioning, where Fred Thompson puts an end to this idiotic "raise your hands" nonsense used by the schoolmarmy moderator:

It's moments like this where I wonder why Ol' Fred hasn't been more out in front in his campaigning. These are serious times and Presidential candidates need not engage in these kinds of childish debate gimmicks.

h/t: Matt Lewis at Townhall.com

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Fast Food And Healthy Choices

Apparently, Yum Foods (owners of KFC, Taco Bell and Pizza Hut) have decided to copy the strategy of one their biggest rivals:

At a meeting with investors and analysts Wednesday, Yum Chief Executive David Novak said the chain would introduce new products, including beverages and breakfast meals, expand its value menus and offer healthier options at all three of its main U.S. brands — KFC, Taco Bell and Pizza Hut.

Novak said the U.S. division’s transformation is being modeled after moves made in the past few years at McDonald’s Inc., which added healthy options, better quality food and beverage choices to its menu. The changes there led to far higher sales and profit at the nation’s No. 1 hamburger chain in the past year.

On a related note, it looks another chain is test-marketing some "healthy options" of their own:
The owner of a Burger King franchise says there's no merit to a man's claim that he bit into an unwrapped condom while eating a sandwich he bought there.

Franchise owner Carrols Corp. of Syracuse, N.Y., said it "is confident that no Carrols employee placed any foreign object" on Van Miguel Hartless' food, the company said in a statement released Tuesday.

Hartless, 24, of Fair Haven, claims in a lawsuit that he bought a Southwestern Whopper at the restaurant in Rutland on June 18 and made the discovery when he got home and started eating it.

Say it with me...Eww.

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"Don't forget to wear your rubbers! Haw, Haw, Haw!"

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December 12, 2007

The Gray Lady Wants To Kill The Planet!

Why else would she be running an article featuring the 53 Places to Go in 2008? Hell, just within the top ten you'd touch four continents and a fistfull of far-flung islands.

I mean, I'm all confused: I regularly get tsk-tsk'd by the Times just for owning an SUV and living in the suburbs, and here it is actively cajoling me to increase the ol' carbon footprint by several orders of magnitude.

Then again, perhaps I'm not meant to consider myself one of those "global nomads" of which the article speaks. Perhaps that status is meant to be reserved for the limousine liberal, Barbra Streisand/Al Gore, I-just-sank-500K-into-a-carbon-credits-shell-game-company-so-who-cares? set.

The world wonders.

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It's Beginning To Sound A Lot Like Christmas, Dammit II - Extremely Efficient Pre-Christmas Musickal Posting (TM)

This coming Sunday we're doing lessons & carols at church. As I already know perfectly well what's coming, I thought I'd get my fuming out of the way early by reposting what I said last year, which was a reposting of what I said the year before:

As I mentioned earlier, yesterday was the lessons and carols service at church. For the occassion, we blew a fair chunk of our rayther meager music budget and brought in a string quartet. Alas, music in general is not one of my church's strong suits: the organist is pretty good, but the choir is rather weak and the lead soprano has a voice like Glinda the Good Witch of the North - high, nasal and with enough vibrato to make your fillings start to resonate. Nonetheless, when everyone was gathered together, it sounded quite nice.

The other thing about the music at my church is that you never quite know what you're going to get served. The organist himself is pretty hidebound and traditional and, left to his druthers, would probably play Bach all the time. However, the rector is well known for his fondness of 20th Century settings as well as his desire to bring in stuff from outside the Anglican tradition. I've heard rumors of a kind of Cold War between the two, a war that threatens to go hot every "Jazz Sunday" - the Sunday before Ash Wednesday - when the rector brings in a couple trumpets and a bass, sits down to the drums himself and lets fly. The organist typically looks as if he's playing his own funeral march on such days or, perhaps more accurately, wishing he was playing the rector's.

All these forces were in evidence yesterday. The service was bookended by Arcangelo Corelli's Concerto Grosso Opus 6, No. 8, one of my favorite pieces of chamber music. We also got helpings of Handel, including a game attempt by one of the choir members to sing "O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings To Zion" in countertenor which produced a startled inquiry from the seven year old as to why that man was singing like a girl. In addition, we had some Palestrina, plus a number of traditional carols. So far, so good.

But I could see the rector's hand behind some of the other choices, including some pleasant but forgettable Vaughn Williams, some pleasant but cliched Bizet and some detestable Britten. I also knew as soon as I opened the program that we were in for......John Rutter.

Now, I'm sure Mr. Rutter is a very nice man and that he means well but the fact of the matter is that his music gives me the guts-ache. It's been variously described as "quirky" and "light" and "happy" and is, I suppose, designed to give listeners the warm fuzzies. In me, it induces a violent urge to reach for a two-by-four and start swinging.

Also, I don't know whose text Rutter uses, but the words are typically as cringe-making as the music:

Have you heard the story that they're telling 'bout Bethlehem, Have you heard the story of the Jesus child?

Isaac Watts it ain't.

The other sure sign of the rector's influence was the inclusion of "Go Tell It On The Mountain". Now personally, I don't hold much of an opinion about spirituals one way or the other, either from a religious or a musical standpoint. However, I will say this: such music being sung by a low church Episcopalian congregation of upper-middle class suburbanites, accompanied by pipe-organ, is aesthetically absurd, and I sincerely wish the rector would cut it out.

As a matter of fact, we've brought in a new lead soprano this year who has a much prettier voice, but other than that I am reasonably confident of my assessment of this year's event long before it actually occurs.

Ah, Christmas traditions! Even the cranky ones give pleasure!

Oh, speaking of Christmas music, I note that over at my new church, Midnight Mass is going to be the full-monty Tridentine. They plan to have an orchestra in and are going to give us Charles Gounod's St. Cecilia Mass. (I know next to nothing about Gounod except that he wrote the "Funeral March of the Marionette.") While I'd prefer a piece from, say, seventy-five to a hundred years earlier, I suppose this will do.

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It's Beginning To Sound A Lot Like Christmas, Dammit

The radio station is currently running a rendition of "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" by Thomas Hampson, baritone, and the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra.

We hates it when popular songs get dolled up this way. They inevitably sound preposterous. HYAMLC is one of those pleasant ditties that ought to be sung by, oh I dunno, Bing or maybe Dinah Shore, not by Opera Man.

That is all.

ANNOYING PAIN IN THE ARSE CO-BLOGGER YIPS from Steve-O: Let's see, desecration of the classics, check. Presence of Bing Crosby, check. Extra "Get the hell off my lawn you thin white duke freakazoid", check.

Hey, why not go for broke and wail on Gary while I'm at it: here's the opening eight minutes of the Star Wars Christmas Special.

Yips! Back from Robbo: Dayum, you play dirty, Steve-O.

YIPS from Steve-O: Yeah, that was like the Matt Damon/Jason Bourne first-time whupping Zurich cop ass of a YIP from me...

Beg To Differ Yips! from Gary:
Now c'mon, Steve. If you're gonna put the Star Wars holiday special out there as a candidate for the holiday hall of shame, you gotta do it right.

Princess Leia, at the end of the special, singing the Star Wars theme (yes, someone wrote lyrics). I have it on good authority that this is the prime reason why Lucas has tried so hard to embargo this fiasco. WARNING: Carrie Fisher's voice is as dangerous as the shrieking of one of Professor Sprout's fully-gown mandrake plants. Earmuffs at the ready!


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Benjamin Gates was unavailable for comment

This is so going to be crucial to interpreting the maps and codes hidden in the original copy of Jefferson's Bible that Lewis and Clark buried under Mount Rushmore:

NEW YORK - George Washington's commissioned gold medal that was given to Marquis de Lafayette, the French revolutionary who supported the American Revolution, was sold Tuesday at auction for $5.3 million, Sotheby's announced.

La Fondation de Chambrun, in Chateau La Grange, Lafayette's home 30 miles east of Paris, beat out two other bidders.

"The medal is a symbol of the bond and friendship between America and France," said Christophe Van de Weghe, a Manhattan art dealer who represented the foundation.

The medal, shaped like an eagle and believed have its original ribbon and red leather box, will be displayed in Lafayette's bedroom, Van de Weghe said. It also might be displayed at Mount Vernon, Washington's former home and slave plantation in Virginia.

Washington, Lafayette and others in 1783 formed the Society of the Cincinnati, a group devoted to maintaining the Revolution's ideals, and eagle badges were given to members. The medal auctioned Tuesday was made to Washington's specifications.

After Washington's death, the medal was presented to Lafayette by Washington's family; it was consigned to the auction by Lafayette's great-great granddaughter.

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Blogsplat Bleg

So, Blogspot users, what is the deal with my not being allowed to leave comments without a blogger/google account anymore?

Lame, IMHO.

UPDATE: Oh, I see that I can still get in anoni, anonny, er, without giving a name. But I used to be able to use my non-Blogger ID and linky to the ol' Butcher shop and that function seems to be gone.

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