May, 2026

Two hundred and fifty years later — That’s the way to do it — Pareiqualia (“—All You P-Zombies—”) —

April, 2026

Thrown for a to the wolves —

March, 2026

The one-armed man walks into a flower shop and says —

January, 2026

Utilitarian plastic — Always already brought back — Remember this, our favorite town — The wandering I — A billion dollars is a weapon of mass destruction and must be regulated as such —

December, 2025

Where were we —

September, 2025

Talent on loan from God —

July, 2025

For a good return you gotta go bettin on chance—and then you’re back with anarchy — Thamus Agonistes — When you get caught between the Moon and — Better late than — Bathed bread —

June, 2025

Cui bono? — Generation AI — The dust left in the bore — The Railway Bridgeman —

May, 2025

“I mainly did it to frighten other writers” —

April, 2025

An old arch, framing a delicate landscape that one could walk into —

March, 2025

Metropolitan boomerang — One ought always to play to one’s audience — Doppelgäng agley — A Critique of Pure Tolerance —

February, 2025

Bubbles of Earths — The stakes is high — #nodads jokes — We don’t stop here —

January, 2025

How the sausage gets made — The sin of empathy — The there that is there — To be or become light, shine, to be illuminated, to become lighted up, to give light, shine, to illumine, light up, to kindle, to make shine (of the face) — Eikositriophobia —

December, 2024

How it’s going —

November, 2024

(still) Bringing blogging back —

October, 2024

Crass commercialism — Rossumovi divoci roboti — I made another thing — Promotion —

June, 2024

The people want only their due —

May, 2024

Bookkeeping — Wealth management —

March, 2024

Foreword —

February, 2024

Three little words — These six things doth the LORD hate, yea, seven are an abomination unto Him —

January, 2024

The 22nd anniversary; the 25th most abundant element — Hiaters —

December, 2023

Out, and in, and old, and new —

February, 2023

Which side you are on — What is told you three times is true — & yet — Even the bull puts in some effort —

January, 2023

Power in power is power in power — Mere strokes, interposed by a copyist — You know what it takes to blog? — Kinematograph —

December, 2022

The capitalists shall sell us the rope with which we will hang them — Hydriotaphia — A good reality will parry the blow — The cause is you, Mr. and Mrs. Yesterday, you, with your forked tongues — There can be only one—and yet — If the basilisk sees its reflection within 30 ft. of it in bright light, it mistakes itself for a rival and targets itself with its gaze — Good citizens are the riches of a city —

November, 2022

Six hundred thousand words and counting — In Memison, one must try the fish — How it started; How it’s going (The ratchet) — Meanwhile, in fascist Twitter — I mean the matter that you read, my lord —

July, 2022

That mighty wall between us, standing high —

June, 2022

Updating —

January, 2022

INT. HEADSPACE. DAY. — Fine china —

November, 2021

GO—MOVE—SHIFT — Pontypool variations — A clay envelope or hollow ball, typically with seal impressions or writing on its outside indicating its contents —

March, 2021

Civitas Aurelianorum — A prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it — The fingers in your glove — In which, knowing nothing of necromancy —

February, 2021

Sounding brass; tinkling cymbal — #HarshWritingAdvice — We interrupt this narrowcast — A Song of Graphs and Quants —

January, 2021

Smothered — Abaugurate — Glad that’s sorted — The greatest trick the devil ever pulled — A frozen peach of Serendip — Inter os atque offam — Hey, nineteen — Ornament is not only produced by criminals, it itself commits a crime — Consequences — All Cops Are Bigoted/Bootlicking/Bastards — Begin as you mean to go on —

December, 2020

20/20 hindsight — Like tears in rain — Rain is falling, here in Portland — in the palaces of Kings, in the drawing-rooms and boudoirs of certain cities — Fully automated hauntology — Half a million words —

November, 2020

Don dances in the wet street — Failsons & November criminals —

September, 2020

Two-score and a dozen years ago — When the operation of the machine becomes so odious — Our Americans — Loudly with the quiet part — Ecophage —

August, 2020

La même chose — Regrets, I've had a few — The visible world is merely their skin — Manichæan — Move fast; break things — As the cult hit turns 10 — More numbers — Grimly rarebit — Farm team — Go. Move. Shift — A leopard’s spots —

July, 2020

Ineluctable — Our crisis is a brand — Messrs. Underhill — Lownsdale Chapman Square — Some additional context — Always already again, again — Sapir-Whorffery — Speaking of self-publishing — A perspective of privilege — Meanwhile — And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains — Things fall apart —

June, 2020

Each small annexment, petty consequence, attends the boist’rous ruin — #HasMayorKrewsonLandedYet — Bug inkling — Even-the-liberal — For, indeed, the watch ought to offend no one, and it is an offence to stay anyone against their will —

May, 2020

Notes from the day job —

April, 2020

Defiance! — That gum you like is going to come back in style — Two of Swords (reversed) — Look, I saw this great opportunity to corner the market in Egyptian cotton —

March, 2020

Capitalism! — Capitalism! — Capitalism! — Look on his works, ye mighty — Read all you want; we’ll make more — Capitalism! — And on the pedestal these words appear — Caring responsibly — Everybody is paying attention — Threefold this — Capitalism! — Capitalism! — Aw, shucks — A journal of the urn burial — A paradise paved in a parking lot — Bitter truths are bitter — Sufficient unto the day — To the right, ever to the right! Never to the left, forever to the right! — The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed — Who said the working folks were scum? That we were tramps and on the bum? And that he had us on the run? — A mere electric animal, and me earning all that I’ve worked my way up to through the years — Cancel your subscription — If anyone would know —

February, 2020

Gods are made, not born — The (eventual) persistence of memory — Yo dawg I herd you like Snyder cuts so we put a Snyder cut in your Snyder cut so you can sex while you death — Folie à hirsute — “If we have lost our faith in them, we have also lost our fear of them” — Reëducatable — Idaho Purchase — How to be Gibson — No cape! — Existing in grids and swerves — Vincent Adultman by a nose — January, February, March, April, May, I'm alive... — Which side are you on, folks? Which side are you on? — In much the same way bricks don't — Scenes from the always-emerging class struggle — An especially meritorious contribution to the security or national interests of the United States, world peace, cultural or other significant public or private endeavors — Cæsar’s wife : Trump’s DOJ :: reproach : ? — In the reign of good Queen Dick — Cartographic spoiler — If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come — You didn’t, Rusty — Aviso de inspección de equipaje — Apotheodicy — It’s funny — If a man’s career is going to be ruined —

January, 2020

Fake news — The way things work today — Punk’d — The problem with bringing back blogs is — Unfinished Business — Where’s my elephant? — Disposable — Free as in just fuckin around — reformacons, blood-and-soilers, curious liberal nationalists, ‘Austrians,’ repentant neocons, evangelical Christians, corporate raiders, cattle ranchers, Silicon Valley dissidents, Buckleyites, Straussians, Orthodox Jews, Catholics, Mormons, Tories — The cruelty is the only point — A better solution to the problem — Painstakingly æstheticized chisme — Quinnipiac in retrograde — “—I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly—” — Tripping the light — “The triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure” — On the one hand; on the other — Freeze, peach! — It is easier to clean the kitchen if you keep the kitchen clean — Message: I care — Comforts th’ comfortable; afflicts th’ afflicted — Okay, I don’t understand what this is. There’s a big-wheel truck, there’s a bad guy, there’s a doctor in a mini-dress, and there are bouncers — Having the right to play — Oof — “The law, in its majestic equality—” — The catfish kept them fresh — There ain't no such thing as a backyard leftist — “—que combina Realismo Mágico con Prosa Gonzo Noir—” — Adventures in Ego-surfing — One-dimensional chess — A bad memory of policing in this country — “It doesn’t matter that we started it.” — Your tongue is no one else's tongue — Terrifyingly serious, casually bigoted, deliberately absurd — High turnover, low inventory, mostly cash — Devoted to Doers and Doings — He said, he said — The strengths of prose — But then she noticed the same purse on the arms of a few acquaintances. And then she started to see it out in the wild. Eventually, she started to realize that the other people who were carrying the purse were vaguely similar to her — Filed 5,016 days ago — Resolution — The war that will end war — Rise of Something-or-other — Sed quis non custodiet ipsos custodes? —

December, 2019

Retrospectacular! — Minimally viable product (Easy money at the ketchup factory) — Fuck death — This storm is what we call progress —

November, 2019

Regret, by definition — What I tell you three times is true —

April, 2019

30 — Offensively impeachable —

March, 2019

Catastrophic injury and sudden death have been known to occur — Mister Blue Sky, please tell us why — A moment of your time — It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single person in possession of a billion dollars must be in want of dismantlement — Just wrestle me —

February, 2019

“This was back in 1945” — City of such Roses — 36 pages; color cover; three staples, each — What a week, huh? —

January, 2019

Beeep — [ insert some sort of multiple face-palm gif, or maybe the one with Nathan Fillion, and his hands ] — Crœsus he ain’t — Help desk — Going to eleven — Which side are you on? — Essence — Domesticity, with cats — It’s getting odd out there — To yelp, or not to yelp — Bhat kachang —

December, 2018

2018’s over, if you want it — “Yeah, where do you even live?” — I think that just about covers it —

November, 2018

A new world — Remember, remember —

October, 2018

Go, read —

September, 2018

#notallC.A.B. —

August, 2018

You an’ me both, kid — Filled from crown to toe-top full of direst cruelty — Why do you rob banks, Willie? — A gifted mimic, he nonetheless eschew[ed] regional accents for comic effect — The worth of dirt — Burned all my pronouns, what good are pronouns — Punchy, anyway — A.C.A.B. — I know, I know, the blockchain — #walkingaway —

May, 2018

the Diaghilev de nos jours —

February, 2018

Definitions of distinction —

January, 2018

Light —

August, 2017

Altogether elsewhere, vast —

July, 2016

Go, move, shift — Ten years of roses —

April, 2016

I am, occasionally, quite mean — Pellucid limpidity —

March, 2016

Wurstfabrik — Madeleine nabobs —

January, 2016

Interpellation —

December, 2015

What I did in the year just past —

October, 2015

Rising to fall (Something-or-other) — Fighting too long against —

September, 2015

Teleological bees — Like a good neighbor — A bricoleur’s dam’ — At the late-night double-feature picture show — Download kip manley or read online here in PDF or EPUB — The process, however, can be reversed at any time — Triskele — Outside voice — Inside baseball —

August, 2015

Diseffected — Tune-up — Falling will fall, fell — A footnote, regarding beards — That's no moon — Done did read — Off the pier — Reading into — Phantasia —

March, 2015

Description as prescription —

February, 2015

Cross-platform synergistic foofooraw. — Forever in Schrafft's — Something something haste, something something leisure —

January, 2015

Numbers — First thing we do, let’s make sure the Author is dead — Encliticore — There was only one catch — Sighting; Thickening; Revel and Aftermath — Up with the in with the —

December, 2014

Adjust your awards nominations accordingly —

September, 2014

322,990 words, give or take —

August, 2014

Ferguson’s rede — That time I went to the place and did the thing —

July, 2014

“Is it safe.” —

April, 2014

Previously, on— — Knowing what I don't —

March, 2014

That first brontolithic beat —

February, 2014

No less than a kingdom —

January, 2014

That drama place — A sure sign of honesty and integrity — Damn skippy — “This business will get out of control. It will get out of control and we'll be lucky to live through it.” — Go, and do thou likewise — There were still a number of these little fragments of glass floating about in the air, and now you shall hear what happened with one of them — Mr. Waturi’s lament (2014 remix) — Blogging's dead — 2014, everybody —

October, 2013

Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice: what I tell you three times is true —

February, 2013

With all due apologies to D’Invilliers, and Fitzgerald, except the ones set aside for Kyle Baker, and of course for you, Dear Reader —

January, 2013

#nodads —

December, 2012

Revolution no. 80 —

October, 2012

Submitted for your approval — Progrestasis —

September, 2012

Strong female characters —

July, 2012

Pareidolic purple car — An elegantly modest proposal — That mighty crash? The Overton window just fell off the dextral end of the discourse —

May, 2012

Clews — Black hearts and coronets — Homiletic truths hard-won through too much wasted effort —

March, 2012

Nothing is hidden from you that you cannot see with your own eyes — Our ceremonial innocence — You know it when you see it — Pushing the kettle too far —

February, 2012

The tatpuruṣa obverse — Against grit — He does not know whether he is suited for finding out about them — Ironical — Dialing the phone like this —

January, 2012

That inarticulate sense for actuality which is our ultimate safeguard against the aberrations of mere logic — There’s trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don’t sleep on a bed of bones — 28.6 million man-days—and growing! — The iron law of austerity — Up to now — Tin and diamonds — Three hundred fifteen million five hundred thirty-two thousand eight hundred seconds — The tragic result of a need unmet — We are all Cato the Elder now — The sum of the opposition — Obligatory buzz — Bitch; virago; she-devil; hellcat; sex-kitten; nymphomaniac; vamp (Malicious, quarrelsome, and temperamental) — Talent is theft — On whether to fuck William Faulkner — Process — Things we weren’t saying over five years ago — The harebrained utopian dreaming of —

December, 2011

Years end in Kindles loading —

September, 2011

Gramarye —

August, 2011

Somnolescence —

May, 2011

We are aware of all internet traditions — Footnote — Niche marketing — With thanks to Liz Wallace — Why do Americans still dislike atheists? —

April, 2011

HOW IS BLURBBY FORMED — The Pawlenty Inevitability — Schmolitics — I mean it’s not like I watch TV anymore or anything — Then and back again — My last political post —

February, 2011

Lacuna — Make a new plan, Stan — Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right — “Like the city state, the demagogue is peculiar to the Occident and especially to Mediterranean culture” — Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven — Centenary — Cold clear water — Stupidity — The austerity exhibit — Cui bono — Testing elephants — Something there is that doesn’t love a wall —

January, 2011

This is what punk looks like — The vision thing — In Soviet criticism, terms come to you! — Truth in Typesetting Department — See, when you assume — Worth kneeling-to — Vive la différence — Mission accomplished — It’s all her fault! — Overflowing — Extispicy — Leave Sarah alone! — It’s not the inspiration, it’s the execution — Few, and carefully considered, and he broadcasts them like a beacon in every weather — You can add up the parts; you won’t have the sum — yes he said yes he did Yes — Woe. Mirth. Marriage. Birth. Christening. Dearth. Heaven. Hell. The Devil His Own Self — Wer doin it worng — Fuck a bunch a God — Winter finds out what summer lays up — This still isn’t about steampunk, dammit — Testify — The best of the web — Anent the preceding — Trapped – in a world he never made! — Obversity —

December, 2010

On a clear day you can see forever — QFMFT — So yeah, about that Patton Oswalt essay — Ambit valent — From winter to winter again — Signs and portents — Sacramento Morty’s — Victorious — Reason, season —

November, 2010

Molester, pervert, disgusting, an embarrassment, creep — I’m trying, honest, I am — What we talk about when we talk about what we’re pointing to —

September, 2010

Why SF doesn’t work any more — Was I saying something? —

August, 2010

Things we’ll have said we said tomorrow — Elsewhere, otherwise — Further up; further, in —

July, 2010

The Great Work — And I will spit on your grave —

June, 2010

Things to keep in mind (The secret of courtesy) — Ichorous, squamous, and rugose — Dear universe — What comes next —

November, 2009

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this” — Gloriosky — “You can tell him by the liberties he takes with common sense, by his flashes of inspiration, and by the fact that sooner or later he brings up the Templars” —

October, 2009

Little things —

September, 2009

Important events, and important ideas — What it says on the label — Free jazz — It’s not so hard to be politically correct. All you have to do is not be an asshole — Magnificently shaggy — The hairs of my chin bristle as I repeat it, silently — I knew these things were complicated, but damn — Plum — Cochliomyia hominivorax delendum est —

August, 2009

Sure thing — Go, look, see — Four minutes, sixteen seconds — Always already — I’ve written a screenplay, if you wouldn’t mind taking a look? — Just walk it off down Highway 61 — John C. Wright is recoiling in craven fear and trembling, and I don’t feel so good myself — Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself! — Bring it on — Still doesn't pass the Bechdel Test — Really a quite serious matter — Because you aren’t funny! — They fight — Damn! They’ve sussed it out — Sing into my mouth — Antici— —

July, 2009

I do not think that word means what you think it means — Politics as she is spoke — Upton’s rede —

June, 2009

But the night <em>was</em> dark! <em>And</em> stormy! — μῶμος — The Bay 38 — A whiff of Schrödinger — Half-learning all the moves — The 140 is no excuse — The consonants and vowels; the consequence of sounds — A question for the ages is answered — If you ever wondered what it is I sound like — Crap — Was, is, and ever shall be — On a clear day you can see the ambiguous heterotopia —

May, 2009

Doughty theep — T-shirts can be decorated with text and/or pictures, and are sometimes used to advertise — The benefits of social media — Scott McCloud, author of Zot! Understanding and the comic is one of the theorists of gender — All is forgiven — The increasing US and the decreasing THEM — Cross-pollination — Slouching toward Muhammad — A delightfully odd couple — PR — H8ers — A riddle — The power of love — Bushy-eyed and bright-tailed —

March, 2009

Dear Rick Santelli —

February, 2009

Lights out — Dear Fred Hiatt — Twisitor? Really? — Added to the read-me pile — Corn beer — Re: the new Whedon — Doughty theep — Know ye not that we shall judge angels? how much more things that pertain to this life? — Happy Presidents’ Day — How delightfully heteronormative — Tlön, Uqbar, Custodis Tertius — L’Withnail, c’est les autres — Sunday morning bang and whimper — Goddamn, Abhay! Goddamn! — Jupiter’s dropped — Resolved — On coins, on stamps, on the covers of books, on banners, on posters, and on the wrapping of a cigarette packet – everywhere — Tell Tom Tildrum, Tim Toldrum’s dead — “Okay then. I'll need three tomatoes, a size nine-and-a-half shoehorn, a bit of string, and a small wooden spoon” — “What a senseless waste of human life” — That plus twenty-six bits will get you a cup of coffee — More, please — Doughty theep — Everything old is new again — Nossir, don’t like it — Else — HENRY lemon CREAM — Race fail 2009 —

January, 2009

“And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of ‘Alice’s Restaurant’ and walking out. And friends they may thinks it’s a movement” — Cordwainer Bush — I can’t believe they missed the obvious snark — A final complaint — hello my name is thurber and this post is where i say goodbye — ISO newspaper columnist — The paradoxical genius of modern conservatism — hello my name is thurber and this is an answer to a question — Nigh unto brilliance — Step Three! — hello my name is thurber and this is a post about what i do not understand — Is this thing on? — One less mouth to feed is one less mouth to feed — I suppose I understand the basic impulse, intellectually speaking, but damn — Some versions of proprietary, persistent, large-scale popular fiction — Elegant — The essence thereof — Sing, Muse, of the wrath of Althæaphage — Form / Content (The nail replaced) — A cold day in hell — Brand new day — Partisan hackery — “One day someone greater than me shall come” — We’re gonna make it after all — Pith from the comments — But on the back side it didn’t say nothing; That side was made for you and me — Appropriative — Recession — Good riddance, you sonofabitch — Jack-in-the-pulpit; onyx; yellow sapphire; Pantone® 14-0848 (mimosas!); Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn — Other odds and ends — “They’re all going to suck, people! They’re all going to suck!” — I need the whip of the thunder, and the wind’s dark moan — Who are you going to believe, me or your own lying language? — Hyperbole (Yup, it’s a silverfish) — Insecurites — Newgle — It’s a chick thing; thank you so much! — It took its toll on all of us — What Mads Gilbert said — Nom-nom — Unkinny — Men are from Yang; Women are from Yang, too, just a different part — Boatswain! — Will no-one rid us of this truculent pundit? — Say boots without shoes — Otto’s rede — Embarrassing 2.0 — Descriptivate, don’t prescriptivate — The crying of lot 48½ — “If indeed mankind came to earth for a specific reason, it certainly wasn’t to enjoy ourselves” — New frontiers in the passive voice — “I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids” — Our demon lover — But only if we can point to it — Mad, mad world — Not so sharp as a serpent’s tooth, perhaps — I don’t know —

December, 2008

Actually, I <em>kinda</em> want to see it after that — In Tsaija, five kilometers out from Sovetskaya Gavan — It’s what you do, not who (you say) you know — Taran plus five weeks and counting —

October, 2008

It’s the little things, isn’t it. It’s always been the little things — Stay toasty —

September, 2008

Vanity thy name is — Assume the position —

August, 2008

Andy, are you goofing on Reagan? — Proper — Why I currently like Facebook to an arguably excessive degree — Class warfare — What do you jump after the shark? — This is <em>your</em> fight — Tags I’ve recently appreciated — 27½ weeks out and counting —

July, 2008

He’d rather fight than switch — Quisquiliæ — How the frat boys laughed! Almost every week they got to see something like that. It was a charmed life — Let comics be comics — There’s no real evidence for it, but it is scientific fact — Hope is the new bleak — Silk; linen; pearls — My internet shrieks — Two paths, a yellow wood: divergence! — Always already —

June, 2008

I do not think that word means what you think it means — A nightmare from which etc. — Swan, swan, hummingbird hurrah — 20 weeks out and counting —

May, 2008

Any sufficiently advanced art is indistinguishable from poetry — Five million ways to kill a CEO — Well. <em>That</em> was fun —

April, 2008

They will come back—come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Why should He squander souls? — Not a dream! Not a hoax! Not an imaginary story! —

March, 2008

I fought the war, but the war won — Der Tod und das Mädchen — Say nothing — Bittermuch — Deep thought — You’re going to reap just what you sow — Spoiler —

February, 2008

As falls Duckburg, so falls Duckburg Falls —

January, 2008

“Very exciting—as a <em>luggage problem”</em> — The shape where things have gone — As clever as clever! — “Never lose the ability to be offended” — “Maybe we are on the cusp of a change?” — People of quality — “Now, later. They’re gonna do you” — Electric boogaloo — I don’t think Pitchfork would like it — Y’all up on yo? — You can feel the end even as we start — Since we’re already on the subject of burning the Bronze Age to the ground — How nice to find one’s blogging already done — They’d enjoy eating, take pleasure in clothes, be happy with their houses, devoted to their customs — Dammit, he’s a doctor, not an escalator — Hope is not a plan — That’s the way to do it! — Hey! A new John Sayles film! — This is what ecclesiacracy looks like — And so into 2008 —

December, 2007

Years end in narcissmatics — Fascists are people; Liberals are people; ∴ Liberals are fascists — An alternative to that protest vote for Ron Paul — IOKIYAR to infinity and beyond! — Transmissible spongiform encephalopathies — In which Jamie Lee Curtis says just about everything that needs to be said to Jonah Goldberg on the occasion of the publication of his very serious, thoughtful argument that has never been made in such detail or with such care — Harsh, yes, but also unfair —

November, 2007

Don’t shake out your dandruff and tell me it’s snowing, either — Counterinsurgency — Don’t hate on a—oh, who are we kidding — All right, you’ve covered your ass now — Treason —

October, 2007

Oh, all right, one more — Drive-by kulturklatsch — Politics as she is spoke — A humble request — I know you are but what am I —

September, 2007

The explanation you deserve — And holding; and holding — Then again — Blessed is the peacemaker — Hyperbole — A sobering reminder of the scale of our enterprise — The Reproof Valiant —

August, 2007

You never forget your first — The all-too-common tragedy of the foreseeable unforeseen — Not sure how that happened —

July, 2007

We the motherfucking people — Commutation — More on the behemoth — Eight hours and 759 pages later — A pier appears — The power of names — racing down tracks going faster, much faster — I’m hurting cultchah! — Margin of error — Harry Potter and the Lost Light — All models are wrong. Some are useful — Hully gee — Magical white boy — The one true only — Wait a minute — Chin-chin — Footnote to a prior conversation — We only sing about it once in every twenty years — Burned all my notebooks. What good are notebooks? —

June, 2007

I’m pretty sure there’s a Mountain Goats song about this. I’m equally sure it doesn’t apply —

May, 2007

All that is necessary for evil to triumph — “I also happen to think she needs to eat a sandwich and cover up a bit” — My lady-love’s a hypnonaut — I am interested in your product or service, and I’d like to hear more — Chivalry, being dead — Bruises and roundhouses — Cui bono? — It’s the little things — Evil is conquered and the blade’s work done — That’s the difference between God and me — The long creamy spill (and fall) —

April, 2007

It depends on what the meaning of the word “is” is—along with “truth,” “Bush,” “administration,” “extraordinary,” “scandal,” “free,” “single,” “instance,” “corruption,” “unearthed,” “the,” “that,” and “of” — O to be in Brooklyn in the Spring! — No controlling authority — All it takes is one bad apple — Goose and gander? — Defending the republic from the likes of Kimberly Prude — “This could very well be the stupidest person on the face of the earth” — Two great hostile camps (The increasing us and the decreasing them) — Three foggy mornings and one rainy day — Forget evidence—is there a shred of dignity? — Happy Delany Day — That’s not what they mean by the Green Lantern Theory — Hitchcock, dropping Jupiter — God pity them both! and pity us all, who vainly the dreams of youth recall; for of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: “It might have been!” —

March, 2007

This is Sparta — Hole of darkness — And this also has been one of the dark places of the earth — Dirty fucking motorcycle cops — SWM ISO DFK, GFE — Count Bérubé’s passage over Piedmont — Eat Poop You Cat! (Cricket Cricket Moneyduck) — Unzeitgemässe betrachtungen — Time to Frenzy — “Supergirl could really use some Scott Pilgrim” — Miss Aqua; Miss Aquia; Miss Aguia; D’Equi; “Doc” — That’s one! One Galbraith! Ha ha ha! — Empathy and usefulness (Innovative design solutions) — Anatomy of a slur —

February, 2007

“And as for you, well, you will always have a resort when you are at your wit’s end” — Put down the poker and nobody gets hurt — First Molly, now this —

January, 2007

Wood and silverware. — Cusp — Woke up strange — A nod from a lord is breakfast for a fool — D’Souza’s corollary to Godwin’s law — If “other” and “others” are before your eyes, then a mosque is no better than a Christian cloister; but when the garment of “other” is cast off by you, the cloister becomes a mosque — “Sir, prove to me that you are not working with our enemies” — Tipping their hand — It’s true what they say — ®udy! — Is that a 75mm recoilless rifle on your Vespa, or are you happy to see me? — The trick is how to find it — One state, two state, red state, blue state — Esoteric middlebrow. — After the late, great unpleasantness — Why you all so kip? — Chillin’ with Frank & Ernest — Scena Penultima — Magisteria — What we're fighting for (The Triumph of Faith over Works) — “Vengeance is mine; I will repay,” saith the Lord — I forget who asked, but in case it was you — Hoppin’ John —

December, 2006

Moral equivalency — Five things — Your January talking point — In case you needed another reason to watch the final season of The Wire — I blog. You blog. He, she, it blogs. We blog; you blog; they blog — Defying gravity — Calling all Chinese freebooters — I'm the best there is at what I do. The trick is not to mind it — "He would be as happy as anyone to be rid of these men. They frighten him as much as they frighten everyone else" — No one, not even the rain — Wolverines! —

November, 2006

For Phantom Girl, Herbie the The Fat Fury, Angle Man, Cottonmouth, and the Woodgod? For Paste-Pot-Pete, the Inferior Five, the 3-D Man, and Squirrel Girl? — Logan’s end-run — Don’t let those Sunday afternoons — Yeah. It’s a lot like that — Oh, hell yes — You’ve reached Logan Echolls, and here’s today’s inspirational message — I’m sure I’ll find something to be disappointed about in the morning —

October, 2006

Hedless conspiracy — “until the white thread of dawn appear to you distinct from its black thread” — Um —

September, 2006

Cowards die a thousand deaths — You cannot fully understand Colin Meloy’s art unless you know that he is white — Catechism — We wish to register a complaint — The golden age of analog sci-fi — Torture, working —

August, 2006

“Self-correcting blogosphere,” my ass — Location, location, location — Appositional — Yes. Yes, it is — A note on framing, to our esteemed colleagues on the dextral side — As you know, Bob — An industrial seashell — A thoroughly self-indulgent post — Shorter How to Talk to a Conservative — Shorter 2006 — On my way to somewhere else — No, wait, I’m sorry. It’s pretty much exactly the size of a walnut — Waiting for Making Comics — Nincsen rózsa tövis nélkül — Suddenly, and for the first time in my life, I have been struck with an overwhelming urge to go to Burning Man — What color is the sky? — The grammar of ornament — Miserable failure — Are too Redemption’s tears and not in vain—for nothing idly weeps — Adam and Eve on a raft — Hacks of Mordegon — When opportunity knocks your house down — Teh best zine evar — Personal appearance — No shit, Sherlock — Hie me to a comics shop! — Crow is a dish best served cold — Twa conversations — Resolute —

July, 2006

Groovy — Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light — This machine bugs liberals — Then if any man shall say unto you, Lo, here is Christ, or there; believe it not — Ah, youth, where is thy sting? — Park that car. Drop that phone. Sleep on the floor. Dream about me — Would you believe I’m still tinkering with the deltiolographs? — A goddamned amusement park — We do what we’re told — Have you got anything without spam? — The meme of innocence — Kiss them for me — Cui malo? — Coffee — Oh, right — Participatory culture — Send more cops! Send more paramedics! — The first one’s always the hardest — There’s still a kibosh on the man-hand jokes, though —

June, 2006

A critical failure on my pop-culture roll — Something I read that I liked — Althæaphage — The things you miss when you aren't paying attention — Other than that, Madame de Pompadour, how did you enjoy the reign? — Porch, with occasional rainbow — Signs and wonders —

May, 2006

Apparently, I’m waiting for something — How terribly civil — Monkeys and Wolves and termites, oh my! — "...an awfully big adventure" — okay lou here is what’s good — Salad days — It takes a nation of millions to hold us back — Neither the first word nor the last on profanity, disputation, anger, and civility for bloggers — Things you did not know you knew — Or is it the other way round? — Futurama Battlestar —

April, 2006

Making people laugh is the lowest form of comedy — What do Philip K. Dick, priestly ephebophilia, Knopf, and Gay Talese’s 50 pairs of hand-lasted shoes have in common? — First, they win. Then we attack them. Then we laugh at them. Then we ignore them — A twinkling merriment behind it all — The problem with Manicheanism — Oh, Paarfi — A new broom sweeps clean — Saucy ganders — Don't mind me — I know what you want; your magpies have come — That woman — Something to keep in mind (Jupiter drops) — Just so you know — Go, and do thou likewise — Later than eleven, trying to make the earth into a heaven — Jupiter drops (four) — The thing we must not forget — Exit strategery — Jesus H. Christ in a jumped-up flaming sidecar going over a cliff with a drunken rebel yell — And anyway, they’ve lied about every other goddamn thing they’ve ever done — 34°4'48" N, 49°42'0" E — Mutually assured destruction — The man behind the scores for Howard the Duck and other films — Dies Jovis — A brief descent into gearheadery — Jupiter drops (some further context) — Shorter 2007 — Emir el Bahr — Jupiter dropping elsewhere — Jupiter drops (three) — Shorter 2006 — Still a tool after all these years — Aphorism — Jupiter drops (two) — And—scene! — Jupiter drops (some context) — Grandson of the Beast. — Now that's airwolf — Jupiter drops (one) — Stupidity is a process, not a state — And, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep — Now all he needs is a posse —

March, 2006

Say: Who hath forbidden the beautiful (gifts) of God, which He hath produced for His servants, and the things, clean and pure, (which He hath provided) for sustenance? — I mean, I knew somebody’s daughter went to see her father and he killed her — Yup. Still trying, Ringo — They’re trying, Ringo. They’re trying, real hard, to be the shepherd — Stupid fucking bigots — Quis custodiet ipsos immane? — Cheney shuns Electoral College requirement — You can't die for the life of you — It’s not just the size of a walnut — Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signor Domenech? — Before I forget again — Going to Pine Ridge — Terrence Malick has released two films in the time since you released your last one — Feeding Dicebox — Instead of the cross, the Albatross about his neck was hung — I do think there is a tendency on the part of some on the left to criticize conservative politicians on the basis of their religious views — The net treats censorship as yadda yadda badda-bing — “Quite frankly, sir, the sooner the better.” — Thou shalt put evil away from among you — My, what a week it's been — It figures that my current favorite song in all the world — Bring him a penny, that he might see it — Value-added blogging — Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic — Whiskey, tango, foxtrot — Let's you and him fight — What the world needs now — Lady Day, Lady Time, and a Big Blue Ox — Continuing our tour of other people’s comments — Teleautograph — Over the top — In which Our Hero is once more forcibly reminded just how annoyed he can be by Spider Robinson — The Rules for Hearts — Der Familienvater — The net treats power-mad gynophobic creeps as damage, and routes around them — Bloody shirt talks tough, bloody shirt faces consequences —

February, 2006

Hi rinktum inktum — Lacuna — What I invariably find myself snapping at the emotionally reticent, self-effacingly chivalric protagonists of the best SF novels of the year, on or about page 101 — I bet you wish you had — Do not fuck South Dakota — I've won hundreds at the track, but I'm not betting on the afterlife — Live through this, and you won't look back — You know it’s Friday when you wake up and it’s another Friday entirely and then you wait until it’s almost Saturday as it is — Where we are; what we've become — By the semi-nutty Stalinist line of discipline coursing through the fever-swamps of our national discourse — A mighty princess, forged in the heat of housework — Just checking — Of course she would look good in a suit — Exit, pursued by a bear — In 1649, to St. George's Hill — Someone's trying to tell me something — The tragedy of monied bullies and criminal gatekeepers screwing the rest of us for the sake of a greasy buck — Bad Soldier Apuzzo — The net treats censorship as damage and routes around it — werewolves and dragons and mandrakes and unicorns and mermaids and Hyperborean amber and the gigantic birds encountered by Sindbad the Sailor and the funeral pyre of the Phoenix and quick-frozen mammoths and shrunken heads and — Even if you are not a bear, or have no interest in invading Sicily — Christ, what an asshole — The son of the shirt — Enter Sandman — Was this review helpful to you? — Do as I say, don't do as I do —

January, 2006

This isn't a joke. We are the domestic anti-terrorism task force — One of us; one of us — The Gang of 25 — Further technical notes — Project much? — Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes — This is what they have made of us. This is what we have become — Point, meet counterpoint — Our liberal media at work — An article of pinnacle stupidity — A public service announcement — “Not comfortable” — his power will be broken, the panoply of his office scattered, his house razed — Shorter 2006 — This woman's word — Well aren't we peppy today — A fitter and generally a more effectual punishment — Lay down the mony upon the nail, and the business is done — Strike me pink! — It comes; it goes — Give it up for the last honest libertarian — Still a uniter, not a divider — Don't waste good iron for nails, or good men for soldiers — Now that I'm up with 2.12 — Why does America hate America? — Ceci n'est pas une prom dress — It takes a heap of licks to strike a nail in the dark — Shorter 2006 — Momus scores a twofer — The anvil lasts longer than the hammer — Pieces of what, exactly? — Malleability — The third, of course, will be a direct-to-iPod release in early 2009 — Yanking cranks — Heh. Indeed — Technical note — Resolver — If I had a hammer, I'd do something about all these goddamn nails — All my sons and daughters — God, grant me the Serenity — iTunes is moody this morning — Powerline breaks the Daou Cycle! —

December, 2005

Blame the Feministe — Core competencies — Hup —

March, 2005

Placeholding — To Robbie Conal, on the publication of your profile of Portland's own Mercury Studios — Where there's soot-stained, coughing firefighters, there's usually a fire — Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — Shame — “16 Military Wives” — And I did not speak up, because I was not Tina Fey — Upon hearing once more the serial bangs and muffled thuds of our crack circular firing squad, the words of – I believe it was Kissinger? – are called to mind — Bumrush the MSM — You are getting agitated again — Babykillers — o.H.M.y — Alas! — Old skool — Eisners, and a drunken eagle — Pretty good — The long and the short of it — Those who forget are doomed — Your spasm of activism — Koan — Up is down; black is white; y'all is fucked — Like a seed dropped by a seabird — And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said fifty people a day — “My fellow Americans. I’m pleased to tell you today that I’ve signed legislation that will outlaw Iran forever. We begin bombing in three months” — Off. Off. Off. Off. Off — Homonemia; riverbeds; going up — My song is love unknown — Why (those currently in charge of the) Republicans are evil —

February, 2005

Unheimlichsenke — When standards are outlawed, only outlaws will have standards — Tooting my own horn — Next year, in Glocca Morra — Pitchforking — The fulness of time — Now you’re just fuckin’ with me — You do the hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around — Boy, that's a lot of moms — Could be belongs to us — While I’m making pithy posts — Dog bites man — And it came to pass — A modest proposal — Your first lesson in leaping with a laughing heart — Hellblazer, not Constantinople — Liberty is what I mean when I point to it — But are not limited to — By the way, if anyone here is in advertising or marketing... kill yourself — Prolixity — “It's an amazing media error, a huge blunder. I'm sure the Bush administration is thrilled by this spin” — I do so hate this sour mood of mine — Yes, it is embarrassing when Stern Daddy gets all in yo' face muthafuckah like he's cool or something —

January, 2005

You are the generation that bought more shoes and you get what you deserve — Fighting evil — Because it is better to light a candle — Sponge 1, kulturkampf 0 — Extremism in defense of what, exactly? — In which I take the words of an old friend woefully out of context — Let's say amen together — Sticky eyeballs — Leather — Out of curiosity — The Book, the Book, the Book is on fire! — Comic-page illustrator? — Pissing in the wind — The enemy is life — 0wnzorship society — No matter where you go —

December, 2004

The year in review — thirteen billion dollars : thirty million dollars :: political capital : ? — The ultimate argument against privatization — What goes through your mind — An ill wind — A cheap monkeywrench is thrill enough — This ahistorical dreamlike landscape where action is situated — And just what the hell is up with all that coal in Newcastle, huh? — An atheist, a feminist, and a rabbi walk into a bildungsroman — Ladies and gentlemen — Things to remember —

November, 2004

Once more, Patrick Nielsen Hayden saves the day — Canary watch — And when we say everything changed — For some value of “our” — The state of the industry — Atlas leans back everywhere — The war of us and them — Quis tulerit Gracchos de seditone querentes? — One thing after another — Panem et circenses — Looking for Mr. Finch — Watchmaker, watchmaker, make me a watch — Nails — Added bonus — Whipsaw — I hope we're all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime — Premature, perhaps, but —

October, 2004

Hope dies last — Winning friends; influencing people — November criminals — Magician and Superman — The company kept — Isn't it nice we're all in on the joke — Oh, right, I have this blog —

September, 2004

Whoa — Let's not muddle this with nuance — Vinegar and honey — If this were a joke, I'd laugh, if it were funny — Which side are you on? — “the first time as satire, the second as product launch” — Splitter — Give me but one firm spot on which to stand — Where were they then? — Hearts & minds (The Man in Black) — Platitudinum — Hearts & minds — Words — Bushgate — M — Further up, further out — The mood I'm in —

August, 2004

His life with the ghosts of Bush — Forget 15%; try 90% — Your blind item for the day — Portland is a small town, except when it isn’t. — Dispatches from the War on Common Sense — On the other hand — Every single one a youse can just go straight to hell — Hot or Nazi? — Doubleplus sprezzatura — ¡Viva Dirk Deppey! — How you can tell our media isn’t “liberal” (#7,536,062 in an ongoing series) — How do you do. Welcome to the human race. You're a mess — Satire closed on Saturday night — Elevenses — Just who the hell is on monitor duty around here? — The important thing is, I beat them by about two hours — Gabba gabba hey (Vootie!) —

July, 2004

And this, this I don't say often enough — I'm working on it — Der Tod und das Mädchen — And so we return and begin again — Now that we're all enthused — Men are from Mars; women are from Mars, too, just a different part — Together again for the first time — Why, yes. I would jump off a bridge just like everybody else — Avast — Smoke; mirrors — Biff, pow, yadda yadda — Go! Look! See! — Defending marriage — All this and ego, too! — Revolver (six) — Some context — IOKIYAR —

June, 2004

Piece out — Oh, hell, one more political squib won't hurt — Forward, ho! — Ding, dong, the – well, a – okay, one of many wicked witches is dead — Seduction of the innocent — Related words — But what I really want to do is direct — 20 January 1988 — Some unsolicited advice — Don’t you mean mittelterrestrial? — Signs and wonders — ?? whats iicf? — Revolver (four, revisited) — Customers interested in Flight may also be interested in — Point; counterpoint — A cavalcade of comics coverage! — What color are the dolphins in her world? — Revolver (five) — “...it'd be a heck of a lot easier, just so long...” — James Howard's Romeo and Juliet (Revolver, an intermission) — Oh, one more goddamn thing — The theme of short and pithy posts shows no signs of abating — For your consideration — Something I didn't necessarily need to know — Revolver (four) — Revolver (three) — Pumpkinry — Revolver (one, an addendum) — Heh. Indeed — Revolver (two) — Revolver (one) —

May, 2004

Guess that whole hobbit thing has run its course — Civilization gap — Two pictures — A falling blossom returns to branch: a butterfly — Zero to sixty and climbing — Definition: incompetence — These pictures will not be the last ones of this sort that will see the light of day — Tools — DESTROY!! — The triumph of William Jennings Bryan — Roz Kaveney knew Christopher Hitchens. And you, sir — Brownsark — Rules of order — A few basic precautions — Crying in the Wind, by Harold Applebaum — My mind is aglow with whirling transient nodes of thought, careening through a cosmic vapor of invention — Mollified, and yet — MT 3.0 — What part of “no” do they not understand? — a half dozen of the other — Maybe you had to be there? — You are what you've eaten — Me am teh best EVAR! LOL — Rage. — Context — No one truly sensitive can hurt another human being — Comics, juxtaposed — The third way — Urban remedies — We am a camera — New frontiers in comment spam — One stupid move, two stupid move — I wish I believed in Hell — 'Well, I'm back,' he said —

April, 2004

This is what pro-life looks like — By way of an apology — Federal Comstock Commission — Thin blue race — Synchrondipity — Bowdler old skool — I loves me some Spinooti — In which, out of a desire to leap aboard a train after it has left the station, I cite the Gospel According to Mark — Negative space (Why I don't trust æsthetes) — In other comics news — Don't dream it, be it — “Not even the sun will transgress his orbit but the Erinyes, the ministers of justice, overtake him” — Fix me another one a them baloney sandwiches — Take that, Massachusetts — Would the last one out turn off the lights? — We are all Frank Grimes now — You think I’m not serious? — Memery index — Thoughtfully, he sipped the hot, bitter liquid — A complaint — 300 pieces of a certain length, loosely joined — Oh, God, I need a drink — Braiding — Is our pundits learning? — Here when I passed the night on the slope of volcano during the eruption, here this was terribly! It is terribly gay and it is beautiful! — The banality of outrage — Memery — Power to the people! Teeth for shrimp! Plato was a fascist! — Your assignment — Early November we got back the blague — None of us is as dumb as all of us — Oh, that wacky Shadout Mapes! — Altogether elsewhere — Perspective — No, the Islets of Bloggerhans Popular Front! — © — April punk'd — Facetiæ under contract of the King — If, if they take his stapler, he will, he will set this building on fire —

March, 2004

The pros from Dover — We are all oblique leftists now — Toast — Eating crosswalk — Another memo I didn't get — Paging Michael Graham — To do — Oh, thank God — 300 — Pullet Surprise — Sketching — Something I never thought I'd ever actually, you know, say — You've been to a marvelous party — There once was a sleigh from Nantucket — We are so fucked some more — We are so fucked — Three simple rules for talking about comics — Is it safe? — Cocks crowing; dogs barking — How to destroy P2P — Chestnut — Another data point in the wall — Noted without comment — South Park Agonistes — This is what marriage looks like — Juping the Man — Sweet luvvin' update — Our gay weddings, cont'd — Not quite cricket — Those Bush ads — You break it, you bought it — You best believe I mean love l-u-v — Gimme that sky back, you gao yang zhong de gu yang! — Let no one put asunder — Sexing the pronoun — Peletaa kuullaah da-Qraabay Kawkbey —

February, 2004

Auget largiendo — Canadian television — The mind, reeling — Further, not-so-meaningless internet-related activities — The devil's ice skates — Meaningless internet-poll–related activities — Cookies (and bourbon) — Political action — Bringing it on — Mars (Mappa Mundi, the vague direction thereof) — APE — Mars (Misunderstanding) — Bells and whistles — How fast? — Diagrammanomicon — What the hell is this, a threat? —

January, 2004

A creation myth — Woo-hoo! — On magic — All I have to say is, once this is over, the Iraqi people better be the freest fucking people on the face of the earth. They better be freer than me. They better be so fucking free they can fly — Gung-ho — It took all night to complete the rigging, securing the steel cable a quarter of a mile in the sky across the 130-foot gap separating the towers — Not really back just yet, but —

December, 2003

Might as well make it official — I’m a moirologist, not a miracle worker. — Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego walk into a bar — The irony I did not need — Vote early. Vote often — The only car in Venice — Now why didn’t I think of that before? — Happy anniversary — The life you save could be your own — Unelectable — Angels — What happened, you mooks —

November, 2003

Reflexive decency — The Devil, quoting Scripture — The incredibly strange referrers who stopped living and became mixed-up zombie-blogs — I have no response to that — The word of the day — It keeps getting vaster every time I see it — Dennis Miller: Tax and spend liberal! — So we finally got around to seeing Gladiator — Stable’s gettin’ kinda full, ain’t it? — Our new interviewing technique is unstoppable — Balls out — Smoking guns at Sylvia Beach —

October, 2003

No, I’m Atrios! — Climbing up and climbing down — Shipbreaking — Bring me the head of Grover Norquist — Snarking at Lars Von Trier aside — Another letter to President Hoover — A letter to President Hoover — I’m sorry, could you repeat that? — Londoner stopcocks; shoehorn pieces — Or perhaps one would prefer — Elevator pitch — Hosing down the pier — Howl — But what have they done for us lately? — Sweet Home Chicago — Ouch — J. Bradford DeLong = minor god — Know what you know you don’t know — Doctor who? — Keeping the bad people away from the good people — Successoratin’ Stan! —

September, 2003

Contractual obligation post — Doing my bit to hike those productivity numbers — Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre… Voilà toute la differénce — Simple questions, simply answered — Sputtering, frothing rage — Couldthisbereal.com? — A riot of manliness — Tanner, rested, ready — Team Micropayments! — Thank you, Professor Krugman — Information wants to be free, fine—but art isn’t information — More than a clue — Looking deep within — Cakewalkmongering — He thinks he’s won — Sweet Home Alabama — Mistah Zevon, he sleepin’ tight — Other oracles — Where the hammer meets the nail — Rising again — (Magenta) pants optional — Things to remember — Under pressure — Moral equivalency — Gloss! —

August, 2003

President Firebug? — Ubu Roy — Early morning doubletake — No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier — Looking forward to collecting what would be recollected later. — Live from Little Beirut — I (sometimes) write like a girl! (Shameless self-promotion) — Democracy in action — Plus c’est la meme chose — How I got to be where I am at the moment — If this be Treason — PROM-1 (AP bounding fragmentation mine, steel casing, former Yugoslavia) — Bandwaggonry. — Light synthesis — Eschaton immanentize! — Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please — The fight my dog is in — Shibboleths — In your face, Fred Barnes — And yet, I’m still not thrilled at the idea of President Dean — Why I am in the mood I am in (Tin-foil hats for the sophistimacated) — The mindset in question —

July, 2003

The Further Adventures of Chickenhawk: Into the Kulturkampf! — Essay question — Help wanted — A night at the movies — A chatroom of their own — My God, it’s full of — And the whole dern thing has been condemned by ’Merican Express — Gresham’s Law in action — Shut up shut up shut up! — Oh, ye’ll take the high road, and I’ll take the low road, and I’ll hit Perdition afore ye… — So I’m more or less back — It’s a spy plane! It’s a rock band! — Morning becomes eclectic — Heaping coals of fire on his head — “ - just one sentence - ” — Last call for Chuck Taylors, ladies and gentlemen; last call — This dog, on the other hand, will hunt — We are all pirates now — The envelope, please — That shaggy dog won’t hunt — Bang! Zowie! Comics aren’t just for kids anymore! — Byatt’s Kool-Aid® — Falling on his sword for chickens? Chickens? — Yellowgate — The right number — Why Jess Lemon doesn’t read comics — Mendacity — Taking the mile — George Washington slapped her — Stephen Hunter tempts fate, as it were — Something to keep in mind —

June, 2003

Our marriage does not need defending — The not-entirely-safe-for-work players present: — It depends on what the meaning of “blog” is — This one’s for Sacchi del Amy — The verie best, and swetest liquor — Sparklypoo — Why you don’t read comics — Why I love the Antic Muse — Like she needs my traffic — If this be treason— — The road to hell runs through the Arkansas legislature — Beginning at home — And you will know me by the peals of laughter — A statutory blunderbuss that mandates this vast amount of overblocking abridges the freedom of speech protected by the First Amendment — Party like it’s 1998 — Rinsing certain tastes out of my mouth — Treason — Morons — Nixon, when in China — Fluff — Apparently, they serve cake — Tomato, tomahtoe — Currently showing on fine liberal refrigerators everywhere — An open letter to Figg Vanderhyde, among others — I have no response to that — Ask yourself what democracy was like — No, I Claudius — Take the first left after Venus, you can’t miss it — 33 vases 33 — A long drink of water — Portrait of the cartoonist as a young woman — In just over a month — Tuppence — Rosencrantz and Guildenstern walk into a bar — Thirteen thousand in your name — Laura Ashley is definitely back… She’s back, and this time it’s personal. See, they mated her with the Home Depot guy, and that’s where you get Martha Stewart — Film at elevenses — Scott McCloud is right! — Updates, faxblasts, petitions, that sort of thing — If you read one book review this season — 78 luftballoons — 40 hours and a mule — Did you know — À la recherche du temps perdu — So small and flat — The samizdata fuck-off —

May, 2003

Let’s you and him fight — Well, I don’t think it’ll all fit on one page — The final Buffy — Dicebox — We’re back — Quirks — Speaking truth from power — Further evidence of the decline of values we hold in common (Cato was right) — Nutshellery — The abyss, gazing also — Crunchysmoothdigitalanalog — y? -ie? Or shall we call the whole thing off? — Mind the gap — Where you been? Out. Whatcha been doin’? Nothing — Since I seem to be in a short and pithy mood — It’s probably the booze — IMHO ;-} — Happy M’aidez —

April, 2003

The case for Appalachia — O, eldritch Godwin! — Eat the economic interests — Talk amongst yourselves — They say, everything could be replaced — This is what a material witness looks like — Twisty. Little. Different — Ground zero — Radio Free Portland — Never attribute to malice — Rolling back the years — The thing of it is, we could have been spending it on books all along — Nyekultyurni — Fighting evil, take two — Why, yes. There were that many vases, and more besides — Smiling because what else is there to do — The estrane — When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall — Laughing at Mister Phelps — Which way will the stone age vote swing? — Flexible fetishry — Whuffie cap — Ax(e)minster and other inconsequentialities — No means no; separation means separation; uniter means not dividing; this means war — A half-satisfied cat being better than none — Your First Amendment in action — Another bitter laugh — Remember, kids, dissent is wrong — Mission creep — Remissal — Has been constitutive of — Operation Zipless Cakewalk — Bandwagons of April fish —

March, 2003

Alienated and seditious — Yes. Cats — The dot-com war — Sweating the small stuff — Keeping it simple — Anecdotal — A plague on this House, at any rate — SB 742 — Dream is dead — More than a thousand words — The show abides — The dark time was roasted by hailstones and flames. The bright time was wiped out by a shadow. — The grownups are (still) in the house — All I have to say is, once this is over, the Iraqi people better be the freest fucking people on the face of the earth. They better be freer than me. They better be so fucking free they can fly — Cry havoc and let slip the jackals of war — The rules of engagement — Moral dilemma — Burn this — Ac-cent-tchu-ate the contradictions — Gobsmacked. William Shatnered — What if they gave a peace and everybody came? — Sometimes, though, you just can’t resist that pellet — Something there is that does not love a wall — What are you protesting? -Whaddaya got? — Anyone here from Minnesota? How about Arkansas? — River of shit — And you thought “freedom kissing” was a joke — Habeas pueruli — Bush! Klaatu barada nikto — All di tings wey dem talk about di rights, wey human beings suppose to get, na im de for this small book — Pardessus anglais — Pardon my French — Bring on the wild dogs — Right back inna jungle. On account of the breakdown of ethics. — Happy Easter — However could I have forgotten the Generating Stabilizing Electro Carbon Condensating Atmospheric Pro-Cyclonic Compact Dynamic Magnet Box? — WYPSIDYOPINEPOL USA — Kelly J. Cooper knows the score — I will live at home unbulled — Oulipo, oubapo, OuLiPo, OuBaPo, let’s call the whole thing off — Bring it, you ill-tempered, foul-mouthed Father-Coughlin-wannabe who’s so fucking pathetic you have to get your creepy-ass deep-pocket think-tank buddies to bulk-buy your book up the bestseller lists —

February, 2003

Tender is the mouth — This is getting embarrassing — Post no bills — On a clear day you can see forever — Can we just cut the fucking ironic humor and ask a simple question? — Word to the breakaround, y’all — No blood for duct tape — Cookie break — t.A.T.u. en passant — Burlesque — Pictures, pretty pictures, and statistics — What he said — And now for some necessary comic relief — It’s not the idle hands that worry me — The dearth of outrage — National Condom Week—14 – 21 February — The road goes ever on and on — Obsolescence — That pleasure taken in watching a bladesmith at work (Snicker-snack) — Given the source — Speechful — Speechless — A footstone — Transparency — Politically? — Ashcroft + tar + feathers — Eisenhower + bags + rice — Projection — Would you like to super-size that? — Be thou an honest pro-war cartoon? — Filibuster baby — Romans 12:20 —

January, 2003

There but for the grace of God — Jackdowry — A bit of whimsy, with coffee — Pith and pathos — Twenty-first century schizoid man — Hell — Irony’s failing, Captain. Satire’s offline — It rather speaks for itself, don’t it? — Over there — Mixed messages (The incoherent text) — Our liberal media at work — Interesting — High road, low road — Stella — David Chess gave me a word — Herald Square won’t need any help — There they go again — Dittochamber — This; that; a little of the other — Bold — Billions of dollars in Big Content profits saved by courageous Supreme Court; Sonny Bono’s legacy is secure — The terrorists have already—oh, never mind — Oh, and by the way — How many times do we have to say no? — Now lemme hear an amen from the choir! — Better than bombs, yes, but — One down (again) — Further fall-out from miscellaneous internet research — •––• •••–• ••••– — Kittenhawking — If you’re going to be a fucking pedant — The perfect murder — Boom and Bust — Tomorrow belongs to — The handle, and flying off thereof — The other 157,999 — Federal judgeships aren’t consolation prizes for a few years of decent behavior — Behind the scenes — Have you seen this ancient geegaw? — It’s all starting to come together — Synonyms: accessory, accomplice, affiliate, ally, auxiliary, branch, buddy, chum, clubber, co-operator, cohort, collaborator, compatriot, comrade, confederate, consort, fellow, mate, offshoot, pal, partner, peer, playmate, sidekick — Denying whuffie — États Rouges, 2050 — Too much woman (for a hen-pecked man) — Rule No. 1 — She was so a lap dog — Going to the Show — Further reason for Derbyshire & Co. to despair — A taste of things to come (A cheap shot) — An American institution that deserves to be honored — And yet, the dog still hunts — My God, the hair —

December, 2002

Roots — Ludafisk — Currently appearing elsewhere — What I have in common with Dylan Meconis — Bookmark this — Boxing Day — Apparently, pregnancy is a fact of life these days — Because I’m still feeling ill and not up to any sort of heavy lifting and anyway the piece on webcomics isn’t quite done yet (and honest, Brett, I’m working on it) – but anyway, for now, another trifle — It’s a good reading, Charlie Brown — Chickenhawks of the kulturkampf — Straw; camel’s back— — Good news. — Hug your local librarian. — Neimöller time. — An interesting wrinkle,<br /> <em>or,</em> Again with the posse. — Round up a posse and head ’em off at the pass. — Fort Disconnect. — Goddam. — Are you feeling lucky, ducky? — You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it’s our last! — Rude, crude, and dangerous to know. — The game of us and them. — Let X = the number of Music Products purchased at full price between 1995 and 2000— — An apology— — Because you might need a giggle as much as I do. — Now none of youse has any excuse. — So much for space cowboys. — Why shouldn’t we talk to ourselves — Let’s open with a joke. — Satire comes on little cat feet— The rumors of Satire’s death are greatly exaggerated— Satire is where you find it— — The people beg to differ. — There he goes again for the very first time. — Kid detectives. Also, how magic works. (Really.) — Good luck with your Fourierism. — A snapshot of a time and place. — For the record, then. — Cue Nelson-esque “Haw-haw.” — moneylenders : temple :: scoundrels : ? — Spitting in his coffee. — Cold hands, and a winterscape. — London and France and Bruno’s underpants. — A distracting thought, occasioned by having caught a repeat of first-season <em>Xena</em> on Oxygen earlier in the evening; also, an amusing <em>Buffy</em> link that involves calculus and matrix theory, courtesy the fine folks at Whedonesque.com. — Taking a bullet. — Sousveillance redux. — The word for today is: — Here's your handbasket, what's your hurry? — The truth is out there. —

November, 2002

Two pennies for Potter — Better late than never. — Desperately seeking perspective. — Accolades, and a chance to join forces with Bob Barr; also, something of a mission statement. — To the barricades, lucky duckies! — Now that's Homeland Security. — Hypocrisy. — The fruits of Serendip. — There are two kinds of books in this world. — Pardon my dust. —

August, 2002

24 hours and 11 years. —

July, 2002

When you least expect it. — It's true. He do read wierd stuff. — Whoa. —

June, 2002

Delightful things. — If you’re visiting from Bruno— — Scholar; gentleman; scoundrel; cad. — Parades and cigarettes. — Paging Laura Miller. —

May, 2002

A little thing, really— —

April, 2002

That quality of being cheesy (suspicions confirmed). — Seeing doppel. — An attempt at sketching in prose what goes through my mind when Robyn Hitchcock begins to ramble in that engagingly undrunken monotone about the Isle of Wight before starting to contort a guitar in his own unmistakable, beautifully ugly idiom. — A thought. — The power of the internet. — Just once. —

March, 2002

The Mouse Police must never sleep — This time, it's personal. — Couldn't happen to a nicer Painter of Light. — Slaysome. — An amusing factoid about yours truly. —

February, 2002

The pause that— — Currently. — Which side are you on? — Ghosts — Choice demographic — Some credibility issues — Boutique cynicism — A hodge-podge of mind-crossing thoughts — Döppelganger — The thing about “Kip” — So I've just got one question — Epiphanic mathomry — So it's been slow —

January, 2002

Bandwagons of outrage — Elephant dung, not cow dung — More glaze for your eyes — Camryn Manheim — Yes, the movie was disappointing. But this? — The shah always falls — Why, yes. It is brand new. How nice you noticed — It was never about the coffee — Assume, for a moment, that I want to fling a haggis across a Canadian river —