I apologize for the slow pace of blogging around here, but I’ve recently hit a personal Trifecta: a rash of story meetings (impervious to any ointment!), the Return of the Herniated Disc, which as sequels go is just slightly suckier than Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace if you edited out everything but Jar Jar, and a bout of cluster headaches, which feels, as I’ve remarked elsewhere, as if Keebler Elves made cookies in your head, then got claustrophobic and tried to drill their way out through your eye. But beyond that, I’ve come down with a touch of the Blogger Malaise that’s afflicting so many of us who ply the wingnut spoofery trade. After all, the GOP is out of power, and in the first flush of a new administration, it seemed mean-spirited and a trifle obsessive-compulsive to continue mocking the Old Believers and their stubborn, pathetic attachment to the superannuated liturgy of Bush and Cheney. On the other hand, you don’t ignore the termites devouring your house just because their name isn’t on the deed and they don’t get to choose the drapes.
At the moment, though, there doesn’t seem to be much going on, although the RNC did make history today by electing Michael Steele as chairman…
Steele is only the second bassist — after Mike Huckabee — to achieve a position of national prominence in the Republican Party, and the first to have a song covered by Shonen Knife.
Okay, that didn’t work out too well. How ’bout some cat pictures?
Here’s Riley’s photo from her Craigslist ad: Evil feline supervillain looking for small human to stroke while ordering the death of foriegn agents and clumsy subordinates. Longhair preferred.
Meanwhile, Moondoggie is still flabbergasted by recent political events:
“‘President Obama.’ I just can’t believe it…”