Return of the Warblog

"Fletch"?

isnt there a war these people are supposed to be covering? this fletching war has been going on for almost a year now and i havent seen one of these tv "news" stations show me one fletching picture of one fletching soldier shooting and killing one fletching terrorist.

what the fletch!

back during Nam there were three tv stations that showed the news a total of two to three hours a day. we got plenty of army guys shooting other army guys during that war.

nowadays we have 40-50 news shows and they cant even find a crazy billionaire hiding in the desert, so they talk about a fletching new bruce springsteen record 20 years after new bruce springsteen record was relavant.

give us the news or if you dont have any news give us videos of rappers cursing atop fancy cars as bikini girls dance.

find us the war or quit saying its a war.

you fletching fletchers.

Pierce, you filthy fletcher, this was far too good a rant to waste in Welsh's comment section!

Happy Birthday Matt!

176 years ago today, a man and woman (mostly the woman) gave birth to a bouncing blonde boy in Long beach, CA. The rest, as they say, is history. And the world is a better place.

Thanks, Vok-laff! Sure has been a fun day, seeing some great Shakespeare in the park (L.A. South Coast Botanic Garden ... betcha never heard of it!), eating down in Pedro at the Crusty Crab, reading Jim Bellows' fun book down at the bone-empty Abalone Cove on peninsula.... Plus, I just found out that Tom Wolfe wrote his devastating satire of The New Yorker -- and his first book -- when he was 34 fletching years old. There's hope for me yet.

happy birthday bro
if i knew i woulda done something special on my site!!!

Trying to keep it clean, Antoine. And thanks for the sweet happy-birthday on the world's favorite blog.

Happy Birthday, Matt! Hoist a jug or two for me.

Dear Bill,

Thanks, meester! Was a real good one.

O.K. Happy birthday!

But I am not happy about the direction the language is taking on this blog!

This reminds me of the "smurf" bit on SNL a few years ago. (think: "smurf me harder baby")

Besides, the new Springsteen album owns, it's got violins now.

I think Bruce, Steve Earle, Neil Young, and that cowboy singer (Dirk Smith, or whatever his name is, some hill n' dale kinda of stage moniker) should all go on tour together, each one take a corner of the stage, and have some kind of 911-inspired concert competition. We could finally determine once and for all who is most exploitative of 911, who "captures" it the best, and so on.

Belated happy birthday, Matt. Don't sweat the novel. Conrad didn't get a novel published until he was 39, I think, which gives even me hope.

Conrad might not be the best comparison: perhaps we wasn't published until he was 39, but he was published in his 3rd language, which I think he didn't learn until he was an adult.

Matt, don't be discouraged by the fact that at your age, Bonaparte already controlled Europe, or that Keats had been dead for almost 10 years, or that Jesus was dead for a little while but then conquered death. Go at your own pace, buddy.

Greg -- the worst is the story about Mick Jagger's 25th birthday party ... or was it John Lennon's? Where one guy says "wait up," and goes and puts on the new song, "Revolution." The other guy says "that's cool," and pulls out *his* latest, "Jumping Jack Flash." Or something like that.... I didn't enjoy turning 25.