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...and behold, I saw a giant crescent.
Yay for me.
Apparently I'm the focus of a blogburst/meme/drooling babblefest/ stupid-fuckery about Alec Rawls' Magnificent Obsession.
It would appear that all of the little nippers from the obscure rightwing I'm-gonna-be-a-journalamist blogosphere have jumped on Mr. Alec's Crazy Ride To Nutty Junction and, quite frankly I'm enjoying being the subject of the greatest conspiracy theory since the Warren Report or possibly the inexplicable career of Dane Cook.
The best part is that everybody is just cutting and pasting Rawl's post onto their own blogs so there's really no critical thinking or work to be done on any oif his little buddies parts. "Critical thinking" and "work" not being major building blocks in their skill sets.
And now Bogglings (although I have always preferred the winter-friendly tbogganeers) here are your instructions:
Klaatu barada niktoslamo
That ought to keep the nutoids busy through the holiday season.
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“Klaatu barada niktoslamo”
Freebit slacknosius impartable.
Afogate unk menicrat.
I always wanted to be Gort. Cool wraparound shades and slick silver trousers. Fab!
Man, they cannot even get their theory onto the front page at Digg. Flopping Aces posted the story 13 days ago and only got 19 diggs. Two, 2 count them, comments.
wow… there sure are a fuckload of aggregators out there. i guess that’s a handy way to fake a blogstorm - post something and let a few thousand reposters do their thing
Aaaiii!
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Tbogg R’lyeh wagn’nagl fhtagn!
Aaaiii!
AAAAAAIIIIIIIII!!!!
Hey T, do you know that there are no comments at all on your posts from 2002? Did you delete them to cover something up? Don’t give me that crap that you didn’t have commenting back then- nobody is buying that!
Mmmmm . . . cookie smells coming from the kitchen. Mrs. Peterr just pulled a pan of almond crescent cookies out of the oven. Rumor has it that they taste better when they are all oriented on the pan so that they cook toward Mecca.
Excuse me — I better destroy all evidence of those crescents before someone notices.
Just to confuse them even more, I will now share my epic Vogon ode to TBogganeers everywhere … you’ve all got your TBogg decoder rings, right?
See, see the nosy sky
Marvel at its big chartreuse depths.
Tell me, TBogg do you
Wonder why the aardvark ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel confused.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your snarftacular facial growth
That looks like
An onion top.
What’s more, it knows
Your bolicious potting shed
Smells of peas and carrots.
Everything under the big nosy sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm gorgonzolas.
Not to take away from your well-deserved attention, but it may be possible that they’re all getting their panties in a knot about this because it’s a bright shiny thing that will serve to distract them from the scholarly commentary going on over at Sadly, No.
I have problems with the fact that most of the Cheetohs (Cheeti? Cheetae?) I’ve ever seen are vaguely crescent shaped… The curve is IDENTICAL to the crescent moon… Doesn’t this make all of them part of teh grand Islamist conspiracy?
Klaatu barada niktoslamo
Nukanuka MrsTBogg hubba hubba!
Congrats, 99 Names of TBogg! I think you should keep annoying the Rightards until they make your name a verb (like Fisk).
I Bogg, you Bogg, he/she/it Boggs…
If I may paraphrase the great William Shatner about the obsessions of these mouthbreathers:
“You know, before I answer any more questions there’s something I wanted to say….GET A LIFE, will you people? You’ve turned an enjoyable little job, that I did as a lark for a few years, into a COLOSSAL WASTE OF TIME! I mean, how old are you people? What have you done with yourselves? You [points to Alec Rawls] You, you must be almost 30… have you ever kissed a girl? I didn’t think so! There’s a whole world out there! So move out of your parent’s basements and get your own apartments and GROW THE HELL UP!”
Pantload and Ace and Rawls, oh my!
Pantload and Ace and Rawls, oh my!
Pantload and Ace and Rawls, oh my!
Truly this is the Yellow Brick Road to stupid hell.
Oooohhh, Oh Great and Powerful TBOGG, who makes the sun rise and the earth shake, grant us more messages only the faithful can read using our secret decoder rings found only in “Breakfast for Liberals” boxes….
Wow, I’ve tried to ignore this meta-blog fucktardery. Honestly, who said what and when in the blogosphere is about as important as figuring out whether Matt Franco took steroids to prolong his career as a journeyman pinch-hitter.
But when I read the link to Flop-Sweaty-Aces… Medication, man. It’s important. Doctors want you to take those pills. Maybe try a tinfoil hat, I hear that works. Otherwise you might want to get a hold of the Pentavirate. You know, The Queen, The Vatican, The Gettys, The Rothschilds, and Colonel Sanders before he went tits up.
TBogg are you sure? Once we put that into motion it can’t be stopped…
OK, you’re the boss.
My sentiment exactly. I am nearly blinded by the light, and nearly in awe of your omniscience. I am also in awe of the their true lemming like stupidity.
TBogg, is it true those horrible sconces were crescent-shaped? I can’t remember and I can’t find that post anymore so… I’m just going to assume they were. It’s just easier for me.
Terrorist.
But, seriously, those sconces were horrible.
Wait till they find out TBogg really lives in Crescent City.
Fool! Thou exposest the arcane secrets of the Hermetic Order of the Shrill! For that you must watch Word Salad Pam interview John “Moustache Rides” Bolton until your eyes bleed!
OMG. isthay orystay is iggerbay anthay any andalscay on Hugh’s istlay!
alert the ediamay asap!
Be sure to drink your Ovaltine
Left this on Floppy Aces (it’s not you baby, I just had a rough day!!). It’ll probably be gone by the time you read this:
“Jesus, dude. I love this. For some blogs, deleting comments is the closest thing that you guys get to cardiovascular exercise. Look at LaShawn Barber, or Malkin, or Toldjah, or AoS, or Hugh Hewitt, or, well, you get the idea.
As for the Al Qaeda architect thing: You’re all a bunch of conspiracy theory spouting nutcases, no better than the truthers.”
Oh BTW, I know I’m late, but congrats on getting called up to the bigs, however, not a fan of the new layout. Change scares me.
The conspiracy is far vaster and more powerful than Rawls imagines, reaching into the very fabric of the cosmos. Consider: on the beginning and ending nights of Ramadan every year, the moon appears as a crescent. Tarrifying as it is to contemplate the possibility that some vast incomprehensible Power can manipulate the cosmos to that end, what other conclusion can we possibly reach?
So Mr. B., have you been lying to us?
Well and anyway, this is why your blog is the place (the I’m loving it attitude, all the great comments, and the fact that a foaming at the mouth wingnut could stir up such a bru-ha-ha (such as it is) about a somewhat popular blogger in the first place).
Oh and by the way, I am a Tboggian.
“Klaatu barada niktoslamo”
O.K. that’s done. What next?
“As for the Al Qaeda architect thing: You’re all a bunch of conspiracy theory spouting nutcases, no better than the truthers.”
So because wingtards imagine islamofascists under their beds it means
that pancake buidling collapses acdtually occur in free-fall speed?
Flopping Aces sez the same thing, pal. Gummit Kool Aid — yum…
Who do I have to insult to get a blogburst going at my place?