It just ain’t Thanksgiving without a can-shaped blob of cranberry sauce - complete with those “can ridges” molded down the sides. Just like my mom used to serve it.
As for you people who moosh up the blob in a bowl so you can’t see the can shape any more … well, I’m sorry, but you have no sense of what the true spirit of Thanksgiving is all about.
Meet the Fuggers.
“The Fugger family dynasty began in the mid-14th century with a modest textile business in the Swabian town of Augsburg. Over the next two hundred years the family amassed one of the greatest fortunes of all time. Through banking and mining interests they acquired the wealth and assets of the Florentine House of Medici and exerted great influence over the Holy Roman Empire and the royal courts of Europe. Like the Medici, the Fuggers were also significant patrons of the arts during the Renaissance.”(via bibliodyssey)
They were patrons of extremely unattractive art.
Hence the origin of the word “fug.”
My cooking style is too dirty for the Times, baby. Fuck yeah Thanksgiving.
And yet, ironically, traffic is good for cursing.
On I-95 it is, anyway.
From the same piece: “‘I don’t think you should attack institutions,’ [Greif] concluded, ‘unless you yourself participate or engage with them. So that is my defense.’”
I agree. If the abolitionists had just kept a slave or two, they would have had a lot more credibility.
MOFF!!! Where the hell you been?!?
Wisconsin, mostly. But “Lounge Act” was worth logging in to Tumblr for. (Kurt was our JFK, you know.)
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, YOU TURKEYS!
What, so they don’t have computers in Wisconsin yet? Or Internet?
Well you have a Happy Thanksgiving too. Out there on the wild frontier, it’ll probably be like an episode of “The Little House on the Prairie” or “The Waltons” or something.
You’ll have to forgive me for being somewhat skeptical when I hear about “old, pre-internet business models.” I lived through the dot-com bubble 10 years ago when people talked like that. Then we all found out that those “old business models” never really changed after all. The web was just a new medium for the old models. That’s how I view the current situation.”
I believe this as much now as I did when I posted this comment last Spring.
It’s somewhat ironic, because I work for a company that traffics in business-advising and pushes this “new business model” “paradigm shift” “[something] 2.0” (etc. etc.) stuff .. and profits nicely from it. So I know which side my bread is buttered on.
The trouble is, I believe the butter-free side.
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A Hugh MacLeod original from 2002, gifted to me a couple of weeks ago by [the sadly no longer blogging] Objectionable Content.
It’s amazing how accurately the artist depicted a Gawker commenter meet-up - a full three years before Gawker even had commenters!](http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktjnlwQxel1qznfmco1_400.jpg)
A Hugh MacLeod original from 2002, gifted to me a couple of weeks ago by [the sadly no longer blogging] Objectionable Content.
It’s amazing how accurately the artist depicted a Gawker commenter meet-up - a full three years before Gawker even had commenters!
We enjoy our daily dose of Gawker and there was a precious gem today. Who knew that Spanx was causing such an uproar? We overlooked how odd it was that this appeared on Gawker’s umbrella site rather than on Jezebel where all things estrogen-y and self-loathing are relegated and just enjoyed the lively commentary. MisterHippity, always a treat, posted this:
To which Naugahydeinplainsight replied:
No thanks, said Manx,
I won’t wear Spanx.
They’re known to bind,
In ways unkind.
And if you have an itch,
they’re a serious bitch.
You wouldn’t you ask a doggie,
Or a Hippity-hoppity froggie.
So don’t call me wussy,
I’m a liberated pussy.To which we add: We agree. We are spanx-free.
I do not like Spanx on my flanks!
I do not like it, Manx in Spanx!
Gotta love iambic quadrameter.
Whose spanx these are I think I know
His cat-pan’s in the village, though …
Your Daily 90s: Nirvana, “Lounge Act”
We were talking yesterday about how I’ve not posted a lot of Nirvana to Your Daily 90s, so to make up for it here’s my favorite song of theirs.
This is also my favorite Nirvana song, so long as we are not counting “Love Buzz.”
MOFF!!! Where the hell you been?!?
We enjoy our daily dose of Gawker and there was a precious gem today. Who knew that Spanx was causing such an uproar? We overlooked how odd it was that this appeared on Gawker’s umbrella site rather than on Jezebel where all things estrogen-y and self-loathing are relegated and just enjoyed the lively commentary. MisterHippity, always a treat, posted this:
To which Naugahydeinplainsight replied:
No thanks, said Manx,
I won’t wear Spanx.
They’re known to bind,
In ways unkind.
And if you have an itch,
they’re a serious bitch.
You wouldn’t you ask a doggie,
Or a Hippity-hoppity froggie.
So don’t call me wussy,
I’m a liberated pussy.To which we add: We agree. We are spanx-free.
I do not like Spanx on my flanks!
I do not like them, Manx in Spanx!
(via spiers)
Hmm. That’s not an especially good likeness of MisterHippity. Nevertheless, the scenario depicted seems authentic enough …
I hate when this happens.
Way to boost my self-esteem, Tumblr!
Of course, Gawker did not invent live-blogging. No, the act of writing pithy, hopefully (but rarely) witty comments on the Internet about a television show as it airs was invented in 1949 by Edward “Spankman” Spanky Witherow, a newspaperman in Schenectady, NY ….
The Dangerist explains why live blogs (especially on Gawker) are evil. I love this piece all the more for the disturbing-yet-funny “girl getting spanked by Jesus” picture that has no apparent bearing on the subject at hand (or does it?).
A man with 15 lizards strapped to his chest has just been arrested at LAX. (via @BreakingNews)
whoa.
Did the airport security guard look like this guy?
“I have HAD it with these motherfucking lizards on these motherfucking planes!”
