But the having-a-penis thing didn't work for me.

Oh, well.

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Nuance.

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It's not so much "what did Glenn know, and when did he know it?"

It's more like, "why the plaid flannel, at the White House?"

Just because one is cooking, doesn't mean one's standards can go all to heck . . . unless Glenn suspected people would take pictures of him there, and he was attempting "plausible deniability." The plot thickens . . .

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In point of fact, my grandfather left some barbiturates to my mother when he died. Not on purpose, but because no one in my fucking family ever throws any goddamned thing away. Not even pills. (Or, especially not pills.)

Neither the reds nor the shotgun turned out to be Good Things,* but you know—I'm over it.

* Fair use, Martha-Baby. Fair use.

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Now go say hello to him. And tell him you love him, and send him chocolates and booze, so he won't stop.

I mean, what do the Mixed Martial Arts have that the Blogosphere doesn't? (Um. Don't answer that.)

Seriously: That PW post contains the Best. Thread. Ever.

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It's the one Muir just put up; it'll still be on my sidebar for another 24 hours or better (he's early tonight).

Very sexy. Though I do think the sidearm looks more like a 1911 than a Glock. Fortunately, many of Chris' readers will be too distracted by the excellent way he draws Sam's ass to so much as peek at the gun.

(Like that old picture that sometimes goes around with the barechested firefighters and the Dalmations: the joke is that women just "can't find any dogs" in the photo.)

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1 What Glock?

Posted by: Darrell at April 28, 2008 09:08 PM (WYcE7)

2 Darrell,I found it tough myself to find the M-27 Baby Glock in the scene.And thanks, Attila Girl!

Posted by: Chris Muir at April 29, 2008 01:38 AM (Qn+aj)

3 G-27,it's late here.

Posted by: Chris Muir at April 29, 2008 01:54 AM (Qn+aj)

4 It could be me, but I could swear I see a conventional safety on the side of the firearm. And my .40 is in storage, so I can't take it out and look at it.

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5 I might have seen the characteristic pronounced thumb rest, instead of a safety---when I saw a pistol or holster at all. I say the drawing is good enough for government work. And better for even more when I don't see the pistol and holster. . .

Posted by: Darrell at April 29, 2008 12:48 PM (y6nt0)

6 Darrell, you're right: I think the fact that Chris modeled it on a compact model threw me off--I was missing that sort of "boxy" quality I associate with the Glock, but on a petite gun that's not going to come through. Chris--I'm sorry!

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If robots are doing all the work for me, why aren't they fetching me drinks and cigars? I mean, I assume they will peel grapes for me—and slice watermelon, and slather water crackers with bits of cilantro hummus—but if the Superhappy/Neuroscience Party really wants my vote, they'll have to allow for a few vices.

Even with the flying cars that I was promised decades ago.

Maybe several vices.

Perhaps a serious vice / virtue imbalance.

Quite possibly a serious of character flaws so impressive, the superhappy women will barely have the biomass to sustain them. Theoretically.

Via Grammar's Taskmistress.

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In Louisiana, U.S. Attorneys are facing charges if irregularities that could create the basis for an appeal that would unravel the conviction of a former governor.

Patterico and his co-blogger are closin' in on the story; presumably Patterico is bored with the LA Times, and wants to spank people farther east--that is, the ones that need spankin'.

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Maybe I'll have to re-take the test to get the results I want:

Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading

You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive. You understand people better than they would like to be understood. Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details. You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on! Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now

'Cause let's face it: I can practically read minds as it is. Nothing very exotic about that.

Via Zoey, who gets to have electrical superpowers. I have those too, if you count what happens when I walk on the carpet too much, wearing the wrong shoes.

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Yay!

I'd like to live on a farm, too. But not if I had to work on it when I wasn't in the mood. I'm afraid that my attention span makes it difficult even to look after house plants.

We should move onto someone else's farm, and be the writers-in-residence. I'll cook and do the laundry and stay up at night scrubbing the bathtubs.

I do want a horse, though. Maybe just one of those dog-size horses. When we lived in those other hills (the more suburban ones, without all the wildlife) in Glendale, one of the neighbors had a little horse, and used to walk it along with the dog.

I understand that it might be difficult to look after a horse in the condo, but certainly where there's a will, there's a way.

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Has all her LOL Pet pix in one place, for handy reference.

I don't usually go for anything cute, but LOL Animals are a guilty pleasure of mine, like Mary Engelbreit's artwork. Just can't help it.

Back to Rachel; love her, love her, love her. She's yang to my yin, and she likes guns. And dogs. So she's perfect, except that neither of her dogs is a pit bull. (Of course, none of my dogs are pit bulls either, but that's because they don't exist. Naturally, I claim the mom's Mandy as my own when she is behaving. When she is naughty, she instantly and miraculously becomes my mother's exclusively. Isn't that odd?)

And this kind of thing happens more than, ahem, one might think:

I began to wail like a little baby and actually slumped to the floor on my knees in despair. I just want my fucking sunglasses! Is that too much to ask, God?! Heeeeelllpppp meeeeee!!!!
This brought the dogs nearby, wondering why Human was on the floor screaming. They both came sidling up, wagging their tails comfortingly, and sniffed my head. Sunny gave me a lick on my cheek and Maggie smashed her body up against me as though to be my rock. I sobbed out loud to them something like, “Sweet girls, sweet sweet girls, I wish you could sniff out sunglasses God has hidden from me as punishment for being a heathen.” They stared at me in confusion.

At that moment, I finally decided to just get my shit together and go, even without sunglasses. So I stood up and went to the bathroom to blow my nose. I looked in the mirror at the same time I reached up to my eyes to wipe tears away.

I saw the sunglasses on my face just as my fingers smashed up against them instead of my eye.

That shit is a sign of genius, yo.

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Glenn Reynolds has a pic up of a pretty creature; I'm pretty sure it's a Pittie. Check it out!

They are always smiling, and their tails are always wagging. Pitties are the best.

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I know; I sent you here once already. But Sean K has an interesting take on the Material Bod. In response to this,

If Madonna didn't devote her life to harassing us, what would she do with herself all day? Remember, this is a woman with so much time on her hands that she can spend four hours a day working out. I know I'm fat, but I have to say that if I spent four hours a day working out, I'd want to look a damn sight hotter than Madonna does; those vile veiny hands, that sad stringy neck—yuck!

He writes:

Madonna has the sort of body that tends toward the plump/luscious side; you can see it in her early videos. Endomorphs like that who diet and exercise themselves into having no body fat often end up with skin that has a weird stretched look.

I've never not looked plump—even when I dipped below 100 once in my twenties. I really looked perfectly normal until I took my jacket off or whatever, and exposed the top of my jeans. Then it was clear that my hips and ass were too small. (No—really.)

But the fact is, no one is going to survive her fifties looking like a model. As women age, they tend to look either too plump, or too skinny. The only thing to do at 55 if one wants to avoid osteoporosis on the one hand and cardiac disease on the other is to work out. One doesn't necessarily have to go at it for four hours a day, but to expect a 55-year-old woman to look like a babe isn't reasonable: as one gets older there is less and less middle ground.

(I made my mind up a long time ago that when the time comes, I'll go with a bit too much mass, versus too little. No bone loss for me, Baby. Not if I can help it. Better big than frail.)

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What do Japanese people eat for breakfast? Bacon and eggs, right? No?

My friend Beatty has been eating miso soup in the morning; that sounds a bit severe to me. I don't need fat in the morning, but I do need a few carbs and some protein. I've certainly had rice with a bit of milk and sugar on top, but that's probably no less Western than a Denver omelet.

Via Insty, who posits that the "food crisis"—at least in industrialized, wealthy countries—might be overblown. Yup.

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It goes beyond the "necessary, but not sufficient" formulation, and he addresses the "what about Einstein, then?" issue that Ben Stein's movie Expelled doesn't take on:

I do think Darwinism led to Nazism, in a sense. But that's because I see Nazism as one of many responses to modernism. And Darwin, for good and ill, represents the rise of modern science — along with Einstein and others. Nazism and Communism and Progressivism were all impossible without the industrial revolution, Darwinism, relativism, mechanized warfare, mass production, etc. They were reactionary responses to these things. Those responses amounted to an express rejection of the conservative and libertarian vision of society, which is why they were leftwing.

Nazism was reactionary in that it sought to repackage tribal values under the guise of modern concepts. So was Communism. So are all the statist and collectivism isms. The only truly new and radical political revolution is the Lockean one.

(I am re-reading Liberal Fascism, which I had promised to pass along promptly to my husband. When I was done with it I re-read the pages I'd dog-eared. Then I re-read the introduction. Then I accidentally re-read the Mussolini chapter. Now I'm in the Hitler section, and I might as well re-do the whole thing. It's like tying one shoe, and then having to tie the other, because otherwise they'll be uneven.)

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Right here.

For those who haven't seen a picture of Glenn—both of you—that is not his image next to the article; it's Ray Kurzweil's. And for those of you who can't guess what the Instapundit approach to environmentalism might be—all three of you—it has to do with technology. And the prefix "nano-" appears. Heh.

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Right here.

"CHICAGO SOUNDS LIKE MOSUL: " That's an email from . . . Michael Yon, who knows his Mosul. Here's the story on last weekend's violence. Still, they're different: One has crooked officials, violent gangs with their hooks into government and law enforcement, and a culture of corruption that has resisted the central government's effects to clean it up, and the other is a city in Iraq.

UPDATE: Fred Butzen emails: "I'm surprised you overlooked this difference: One has crazy preachers, and the other is in the Middle East."

MORE: Another reader emails:

It really should be no surprise, since Chicago and Illinois itself have been failing to reach their political benchmarks for years now.

It is too bad there is not some powerful politician who might have served the Chicago area and brought them Change and Hope. If there was, we could blame him for the "complete failure" to achieve those political benchmarks and reduce sectarian strife.

Heh.

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At The Atlantic.

Pandas!

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Several bloggers associated with The Cotillion (or "Tiara Media") have begun a cookbook project. This promises to be the biggest and most luxurious bloggers' food guide ever, notwithstanding our emphasis on speed, convenience, and how to get epicurean results when you can barely pry yourself away from your keyboard.

But we need your help. We'll need other bloggers, frequent commenters, website designers, SAH/working parents, writers, and others who are pressed for time to tell us:

• your favorite recipes; and/or
• your favorite season of the year to cook, and why; and/or
• your favorite ingredient, and why; and/or
• your favorite songs to pay on your laptop or iPod while you're cooking; and/or
• your favorite libation/mixed drink; and/or
• your favorite piece of kitchen equipment--what is the one tool they can pry from your cold, dead hands? AND
• your URL.

Also, please give us your real name, and SPECIFY IF WE CAN USE THIS IN THE BOOK, or whether we need to stick with your screen name.

Please send all your submissions to me; I'll distribute them to the editors and recipe testers who are working on this book. We'll need your material (the recipes especially!) by the end of the first week in June, as the book proposal goes out that same month--and the nature of the project will be shaped by your contributions!

Naturally, your blog will get a plug in the book, and you will be linked in the website we'll be developing in late summer/early fall.

Don't miss out!

All best,

Joy McCann
Little Miss Attila
http://attila.mu.nu

miss.attila . . . AT . . . gmail . . . DOT . . . com

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If we're going to treat Elton John like some sort of "foreign national," we'd have to treat guys like David Bowie, Ringo Starr, and Mick Jagger as foreign nationals. And that's just absurd.

I mean, we invented rock 'n' roll; we have a bond with the British over that, and over some wars we've fought with—and against—each other. It's like that older brother who once burned your house down to ash and rubble. (What do you mean, "no"?)

Besides, haven't you listened to the song "Rocky Raccoon"? The album Exile on Main Street? "Panic in Detroit"? Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy?

British rockers should be grandfathered in, and that's that.

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