Posted on October 6, 2009
Bloggin’ Regulation!
The Federal Trade Commission has decided that bloggers blogging on their blogs need to be bloggin’ regulated, or there’ll be Hell to bloggin’ blog about, by Blog!
The ever-lovin’, blue-eyed Thing FTC has apparently grown tired of the grassroots, open source mentality that drives writing on the Internet, and so took steps on Monday to bring all the free speech buzzing around on the highways and byways of the Information Superhighway under some sort of federally regulated control. I suspect the blogosphere will be swelling and undulating with indignant rage over it, and we here at Coquetting Tarradiddles would be the first to board the hate train and angrily toot the fury whistle as we pull away from the station, riding on rails driven white-hot by the tempestuous friction of our discontent – if only we weren’t paralyzed by simply not caring. Read More
Posted on October 1, 2009
The Land of the Free, Not of the We
I am not a team player, except when I am. I hate teams, except when I don’t. I am neither a liberal nor a conservative, except when I’m a democrat or a republican. I’m just me, flawed and faceted and independent. However, in a nation built on the very idea of independence itself, one which was forged in the insurrectionary crucible of the elegant and dangerous idea that all men are created equal and free, I am a minority. I grew up in public schools and pledged daily allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands. However, as the days of my youth slipped by into the long and disillusioned years of my life, I began to understand one simple truth. I discovered that I was pledging my allegiance not to a flag or to a nation, but to an idea – to the simple and seditious belief in unregimented sovereignty over oneself. It is an idea as old as the Continental Congress, but it has been too long neglected and forgotten, retired to the dark and cobwebbed corners of the national attic. Read More
Posted on September 23, 2009
Exhaustion And Gulliver’s Coffee, With Culinary Bonus Feature
Even after trimming my blogging schedule to twice a week, I still don’t seem to have enough hours in the day. There’s the omnipresent wedding and honeymoon planning to be done, along with everyday time sinks like working and writing and sleeping. I’ve always hated sleeping. It just seems like such a wasteful enterprise, lying unconscious for eight to ten hours out of every day. In the past, I rarely slept more than three hours a night and I loved it. That was, of course, before I had a three-year-old in the house. Now it’s early to bed and early to rise, which – contrary to popular belief – does not make a boy healthy, wealthy and wise. It just makes him tired. For example: Read More
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