Here we go with this week’s installment of Good Sentences from Better Posts. Click and read, because if you don’t, the puppy gets it. (Yeah, there’s a puppy. There’s always a puppy. No, I’m not gonna show you pictures. It’s a real puppy.)
:: What’s really objectionable, though, is the attempt to manufacture a chummy, affectionate bond between fans and players that should spring up organically or, if it doesn’t, be left alone. (What I’m wondering is, do the Sox’s TV guys still shout after every Sox homerun, “You can put it abooaarrdd, YES!”?)
:: Oh, and throw in Braveheart while you’re at it. Willfully inaccurate, horribly overwrought, ridiculously racist AND crap. (Racist? I can see homophobic, but where’s the racist stuff?)
:: Voting ends on Monday for the “Hottest U.S. Senator” contest. (Oh, my, no. No, no, no, no, no. Uh-uh. No. And what’s with the look in Senator Murkowski’s eyes? She looks like she’s about to fire blast beams of hot death from her retinae. And seriously, has any human being ever managed to look as embalmed as Robert Byrd has for, what, fifteen years?)
:: I’m going to throw up.. (Me too. My stuff still isn’t published, so harumph. But congrats, anyway!)
:: The harmful novels are often well-written, but their effects have generally been disastrous: they inspired younger writers to imitate them, they created awful new genres that debased readers’ tastes, or they promoted literary or social values that we could very much do without. (And he goes and gives a list of the most harmful novels, of one of which he intones: “This one took me only 45 minutes to read, and half a second to fling across the room.” Oy! Via.)
:: 54 people came in search of “japanese vagina.” (Confucius say: “He who writes about the weird, will gather before him those who Google about the weird.”)
:: I’ll give you just a couple of “originalism’s” fatal flaws.
Enough for now. More next week. None the week after that, as I’ll be off. And so it goes.