These aren't the droids you're looking for

I can't speak for the Bartender, last we heard he was in Vegas. But the concierge, I understand, handled things in his usual quiet professional demeanor:


  1. And one can always use a good lawyer....

  2. "You must remember this
    Google is still Google, a blog is just a blog
    The fundamental things apply":

    You agree that Google has no responsibility or liability for the deletion of, or the failure to store or to transmit, any Content and other communications maintained by the Service. Google retains the right to create limits on use and storage at our sole discretion at any time with or without notice.

  3. That said, if nothing else, "I am not the drone you are looking for" would make for an entertaining legal argument.

    It's the kind of stuff Isaac Asimov's novels or Gene Roddenberry's screenplays are made of.

  4. It was mildly alarming to me. I thought if the Wulfshead was under assault it was only a matter of time before I would be under similar assault. I did write that little post titled "Fuck You Very Much, Republicans." Yes it was a bit childish and naughty, but really it was just a YouTubed song. And a Ghost dropped it in my lap. What could I do but post it? It's not nice to disappoint the Ghost.

  5. If I disappear, look to see if a blogger known as PT or as he calls himself, Progressive Traditionalist. He has taken over a blogger friend of my named Scarlet Blue, The Invisible Woman. This man is a stalker who has now literally commandeered her site and is threatening me since I'm trying to reach her. She is hiding out elsewhere, so has been forced to disappear. Please send out a search party if I disappear, unless I announce my demise.

  6. Sorry that was so incoherent a comment. But I am distressed by the fate of a couple of great dames. And the stalker is now stalking me.

  7. Stalkers? Flame artists, or arsonists? Slander, easy libel, incendiary talk? Stuff rarely heard in a bar less it lead to a midnight, drunken fight? The kind of thing everybody repents in the morning except online, where any kind of trash talk can go? Where impunity means letting it all loose, not caring about the unvivid soul on the other end of the line? Where your precious word, the precious immediate word, is all that counts? Where me me me and what I want to say is all that truly is? Where all the stuff you would never say face to face comes pouring out?

    Some day someone will write a Roberts Rules of Order or Miss Manners kind of thing on how to properly behave on a blog. At this time this form of communication is still a rough hybrid of speech, psycho babble, and expository wind (blasting) with no checks or balances or true constrtaint.

    Someday a Hemingway of web talk will come along capturing this new medium perfectly and everyone will copy him, the way many a would-be writer has old Hem'. The obvious having been made concrete by him.

    "Fuck you very much Republicans?" Why that title is frankly hilarious. Can it be put in for a Pulitzer Prize? A Pen Faulkner Award?

    They, the far right, hurl all kinds of garbage at us, projecting all their projections on us, and if a modest response such "F U V'ry Much, Repugs," is hurled back at them then all the ghosts of racism, xenophobia, homophobia, class warfare, anti Semitism and disestablishmentarianism become your crime.

    Why, isn't it funnty, Jeff Sessions, of Alabama, who was turned down by the very same committee where he is currently ranking member for gross, vile, overt racism now rides his high (white) horse over Sotomayor's incendiary "wise Latina" remark?

    I'm glad we have such people standing at the gates preventing all these foul racists from taking seats on the bench. How absolutely nobel of Sessions! He's not afraid she may be a "liberal," is he? With all her concerns about basic rights?

  8. Make fun of me if you must. I just wanted a place to hide.

  9. Er, don't mind Quinty's mannerism, Utah. The man is a jolly good fellow, he really is...most of the time. Is just that it still is a little bit early for him in the day. Hey, Bartender, bring that man a drink.

    Here is the post Utah was referring to, if anyone would like to drop by her place and leave some comments.

    And, ah, here is a link to Utah's ghost.


    The song was written by Lily Allen and Greg Kurstin

    F**k You originally came out under the title "Guess Who Batman;" the title was later changed to "Get Wit the Brogram" and then "GWB".

    According to Lily Allen the song was not intended as a direct attack on anyone and had been originally written about the BNP in the UK, but then she felt the issue had become relevant pretty much everywhere.

    "we are the youth, we can make coolness for our future, its up to us. Go green and hate hate."
    ---Lily Allen

    The fact that the initials of the song's original working titles ("Guess Who Batman" and "Get Wit the Brogram") also happened to be the initials of George W Bush is to be seen as a manifestation did the good doctor used to call that?---ah...synchronicity at work?

    You've got to love the brits ;-)

    Thanks goodness we are living in more gentle times, back in the middle ages Lily Allen would have been burnt at the stake---remember the Dixie Chicks?

    Oh, and, yes, I almost forgot here is Lily Allen's Myspace page.

    How's that drink, Quinty?

  10. Oh god thank you Ben, I needed that. I'm hiding under this table afraid I might be burned at the stake. It's really easy to get rid of an old witch. The lovely young ones, like Lilly Allen, not so much. So, here's to you Lilly!