Last Saturday night we were watching Steven Soderbergh’s Contagion (Spoiler Alert: NOT A DATE MOVIE) and we were all quite amused when a research scientist (played by Elliott Gould) explained to a muckraking “blogger” (played by Jude Law) who maintained a conspiracy blog similar to Prison Planet that:
Blogging is not writing. It’s just graffiti with punctuation.
As the kids say: I LOL’d.
Which leads us to Michelle Malkin (whom you may remember as Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music made flesh, but without the charm) who lost her shit (again) last week and proceeded to serve up another one of her eye-rolling nostril-flaring teeth-baring sneering TV ragegasms when Juan Williams casually dismissed her as “just a blogger”.
MALKIN SMASH!
This is not to defend Juan Williams, who for $2 million is not only the envy of bukkake* models worldwide but is also a saint for allowing the developmentally-disadvantaged Sean Hannity to flail wildly at him on a nightly basis … but the man has a point.
I will have been blogging for ten (10!) years this September and yet when I hear someone proudly identify themselves as a “blogger” I still inwardly cringe because it’s kind of a doofy thing to advertise, much like, say, telling strangers on the bus that you spend your weekends participating in Civil War reenactments or blurting out to your family and friends over Thanksgiving dinner that you’re furry*-curious.
Some things are best kept to yourself.
When I am put in the position where I have to talk about blogging (after someone has been pre-briefed on me and asks, “I hear you have a blog?” Ick.), I tend to mumble that I sometimes write for an “internet thing” and then I kind of trail off and change the subject to something more interesting like actuarial tables or, hey, whatever happened to that Soy Bomb guy?
Although I “write words” I’m not sure that qualifies me to be called a “writer” and, even though I “write words” about non-fiction real life events, it sure as hell doesn’t make me a “citizen journalist” which, I should add, is an even doofier name than ‘blogger’. Nothing amuses me more than when a ‘blogger/citizen journalist’ throws up a quick post about some late-breaking current event (Shooting In Nation’s Capital! DRUDGE SIREN!) with a copy-and-pasted synopsis and link to CNN where they got the information in the first place, with a promise to update … because their readers are too stupid to, you know, just go to CNN or MSNBC.com and figure it out for themselves. After all, how are we supposed to feel about this shooting in the nation’s capital unless we have former call center supervisor Cap’n Ed Morrisey or female-adverse shut-in Ace O’ Spades there to hold our hand and not only tell us what happened but also explain how will it affect future generations to come and, more importantly: who we can blame it on? (Hint: try liberals/Brett Kimberlin/gay marriage).
If we want to understand the great online journalism/writer/blogger debate there is no better place to start than with the wingnut welfare sinecure of Tucker Carlson’s play-date watering hole The Daily Caller where we have previously watched Jonathan Strong trying to prove that liberals and academics conspired to swing the election to Obama with their nefarious Journolist of Mass Destruction, Matthew Boyle threatening to make shit up when DNC Communications Director Brad Woodhouse wouldn’t respond to his requests for a date, and, of course Neil Munro’s Very Shouty Visit To The Rose Garden yesterday. If there is an age old question of ‘blogger’, ‘journalist’, or ‘writer’ Munro and the Tuckerettes seem to have answered it with a resounding: “none of the above – try ‘asshole’ “.
Of course we could talk about Dead Andrew Breitbart’s Big Dead blogs but, whereas the guys at the The Daily Caller are like Fratboys Of A Lesser College, the folks writing for Breitbart are the kind of people who aren’t even cool enough to write for Tucker Carlson. That has to burn.
So if we want a definitive answer to who exactly is a writer and who is a journalist and who is a merely a blogger and what is the future of this informational internet hybrid that will rule our world when the lamestream media is deader than Andrew Breitbart, we need only turn to media genius/futurist Tina Brown who has been hiring writers (and also Megan McArdle) by the buttload for her Island of Dr. Moreau old media/new media Newsweek/Daily Beast, um… beast because THIS IS THE FUTURE:
What say you, Tina?
You know what? Fuck it. Let’s just forget I even brought this up…
*If you don’t know what these are, DON’T GOOGLE THEM! Sometimes ignorance is bliss.






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I think you should refer to yourself as a Comedic Stylist.
T, you are too modest. You write circles around those
shitstainscitizen bloggers that you mention. Actually, that bar is set way too low, Fenway and Wembley likely could out-write Malkin’s and Tucker’s and Andy’s monkeys with keyboards.FWIW, I, and I am guessing your other loyal readers, happily will read your graffiti.
My wife prefers digital smartass
“…telling strangers on the bus that you spend your weekends participating in Civil War reenactments …”
BUFFS! I HATE BUFFS, PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I dunt care if u iz a HISTORISH BUFF OR A POLITICISH BUFF OR A FASHION BUFF….. BUFFZ IZ BAD. BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD.
You want to write commentary and essays that happen to be online – fine. But the message is not defined by the media. Commentary and essays have been around for a very long time and are honourable and understood for what they are. BUFFERY – NOT SO MUCH.
Did I mention I HATE BUFFS? Also, RE-ENACTORS. Don’t get me started on Great War Re-enactors. Like what’s next, hunh? GASSED JEW RE-ENACTION? ‘CAUSE WE DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT WITHOUT PEOPLE WEARING STRIPED PYJAMAS PRETENDING TO DIE?
I’m going to go sit in the corner now. I really hate ‘buffs’. Also, all the idiots TBogg just described.
I’d appreciate it if a Dog with rilly big, soft ears came and visited me.
* Um, is there a prize for knowing what both *s are?
Tbogg, your post had the smooth trajectory of a rocket launched to place a satellite in orbit. And the comments are a marvelous follow-through.
Yes. Please present yourself at the stage door for your prize.
At 1:53, someone squeezed Malkin’s stomach.
Also, furry = furryner, amirite?
The thing is, TBogg writes words n shit, and they are indisputably delivered in the format of a Weblog, but that doesn’t make those words a ‘blog’.
What TBogg does is rare, bordering on unique. The combination of smart commentary, crude references and over-the-top insults and name-calling cannot be found just anywhere. In fact, it cannot be found at all. There is snark, but to say TBogg belongs in that category is to say the Daily Collar is “News”. TBogg is deserving of respect and recognition in the way blogging and citizen journalism are deserving of ridicule, but, at least as far as I know, it does not have a name or a category.
That very well might be a good thing…
I think that furries are marginally ahead of Juggalos…I’d sure hope bloggers are at least half a step above both. Still beneath the guys who have the dog poop cleaning business though….
No, no, not me! A…uh…friend, yeah a friend, was wondering…
Not to get too technical, but shouldn’t “Brett Kimberlin” have a “*” too?
God knows I don’t want to know any more about any rightwing “Butt Hurt of the Day” issues.
~ Harry R. Sohl
TBogg, you’re a straight up gifted wordsmith.
(Also, too I think HST was the first blogger, for what it’s worth..)
It’s just a guess, but I think your wife probably capitalizes your title to read “Digital Smartass.”
Awards for TBOGG?? He has the regard of all the best minds (after all, he’s on FIREDOGLAKE), awesome wife (Ms TBOGG), awesome daughter (the L&T Casey), awesome dogs (the Bassets of Transcendence). The Right Approach to Sports Idolatry – Tim Tebow Editions. Awards would be egging the custard.
I think you meant to say Ace ‘O’ Spades is female-averse. Though adverse could work as well.
Adverse or adverse interest, in law, is anything that functions contrary to a party’s interest. So if Ace is interested in females they invariably function contrarily.
Digital Smartass? or Digital Potty Mouth?
Hey, thousands of naked people are riding bikes in Portland tonight!
In other news, Andy Breitbart is still dead.
You’re the Guy with The Bassets, right?
I claim Tom Parmenter was the first blogger. He was writing something named Desperado that we would today recognize as a blog in 1978.
I did not know that, seems plausible. The first pre-blog I followed regularly for a while was Robert Hunter’s, apparently in 1996, though I thought it was a little earlier. (Hunter was the main lyricist for the Dead, a decent songwriter even without Garcia, a poet and translator, a gentleman and a scholar, and a thoroughly nice guy whom I have never met in person.)
ZOMG MOORE AWARD STOP BEING SO MEAN!!!
Since I’ve found at least 90% of what you’ve written entertaining, I’ve always considered you an entertainer.
Lady is fucking nuts.
“I will have been blogging for ten (10!) years this September…”
And still somewhat popular!
However it works out, Malkin is still a crazy bag of shit.
Andrew Breitbart is still dead. And I’m still glad. :)
You could, perhaps, call yourself a feuilletoniste, but then you’d have to act all French and start smoking Gauloises and taking the bassets into restaurants. I believe the great S.J. Perelman used the title of himself, when it was suggested he was an “essayist,” which he found pretentious.
How about aficionado?
Merry Prankster?
Nah, been done…
You could call yourself an “author,” also. But Roy Blount says it sounds like something one would assert, falsely, in a singles bar.
The Matthew Boyle link goes to the Journolist story. Try this:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeedpolitics/democrats-accuse-conservative-news-outlet-of-blac
Hey, taking the bassets into restaurants! Cool! Need pictures! Must credit Wembley!
blurting out to your family and friends over Thanksgiving dinner that you’re furry*-curious.
Not sure if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, but I recently found out that one of my best friends from high school is a party promoter specializing in bear parties (not the woodland variety).
Or, as Tom Hanks put it (in the monologue in Punchline): “I’m not a hate monger. I don’t hate anybody. I’m more of a hate… stylist.”