Gerard Vanderleun doesn’t think much of O’Reilly’s proposal for a blogger code of conduct. Or of James Woolcott:

The balding little metro-sexual neuter who dispatches his hard-core unemployed in this direction is meanwhile at his home suckling his cats and writing yet another scroll of infinite dullness on “the theater in our time,” or denigrating the endless Yahoos that come to NYC to get in his way when he wants to go. (No matter that it is only because of these Yahoos that New York has a theater still. Then again what sort of grown man of any talent at all makes his living reviewing plays in this day and age anyway?) That Wolcott has no comments on his own page is enough to tell anyone that his decades of playing a beard have indeed left him the blogosphere’s leading white man possessed of an inverted if uninhabited penis.

[Update in the afternoon]

OK, maybe I’ll implement Frank J.’s comment policy.

Andrew Stuttaford asks of the Guardian:

…is there something a bit unsettling about the way that has been written?

You mean, besides the fact that they can’t spell mischievous? The writer apparently spells it the way the writer (mistakenly) pronounces it.

This is one of my pet peeves. Many people wrongly pronounce this word MISCHEEVEEUS, four syllables, accent on the second syllABle, when there is no long ee sound after the vee, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone actually spell it that way (perhaps attempting to resolve the disparity between the actual word and the way he wants to pronounce it). It’s three syllables–MISchievous.

And, yes, that’s not the only problem with the paragraph he quotes.

As a current south Floridian (and consumer of Gulf petroleum), I hope they’re wrong about this:

Bastardi, who in March of last year correctly forecasted that the region would get

To brave cancer sufferers on both sides of the aisle. Elizabeth Edwards here, and Tony Snow here. (Note: that last is a mailto with a predetermined subject line–if you change it, it probably won’t go to the intended recipient.)

It’s only ten bucks a year.

A cautionary tale.

Both Maia’s lawyer and Stein said they had strong cases against the other, but both sides also said they had no foreseeable plans to file legal action against the other. In the wake of an increasingly nasty three-year-old feud that only ended with Seipp’s death, there’s a exhausted calm on both sides.

…of Lileks. On coins:

I upended the bag on the kitchen table, and whistled: wow. Junk. The dimes, for example, might fetch 10.001 cents today. I found many 1945 Mercury Dimes

No, really. And note, Joe Katzman and I are both avid divers.

This has always been my philosophy:

Over all, wines that I would have poured down the drain rather than sip from a glass were improved by the cooking process, revealing qualities that were neutral at worst and delightful at best. On the other hand, wines of complexity and finesse were flattened by cooking

This has always been my philosophy:

Over all, wines that I would have poured down the drain rather than sip from a glass were improved by the cooking process, revealing qualities that were neutral at worst and delightful at best. On the other hand, wines of complexity and finesse were flattened by cooking

This has always been my philosophy:

Over all, wines that I would have poured down the drain rather than sip from a glass were improved by the cooking process, revealing qualities that were neutral at worst and delightful at best. On the other hand, wines of complexity and finesse were flattened by cooking