Thursday, March 06, 2008
Interview at the Pakistani Spectator
I’m not sure how they got my name, I’m not sure why they asked to interview me, but they did. If you’re interested in reading a long-ish interview with me in the Pakistani Spectator, you can find it here.
It’s probably not going to give you any new insights to me, and I doubt that it will wow you with my wisdom, but it is mine. Mine all mine all mine all mine.
Then take a look at some of the other blogger interviews that they’ve had. Quite an impressive variety, really, and most of them don’t talk much about politics.
And while we’re at linking the linkers, I have to thank Shawn Macomber for linking my story about ELF. I’m pretty sure it was the line about the Vast Right Wing Supper Club that he really liked. Thanks, Shawn!
Incidentally, I noticed Shawn’s link when, after reading his new piece on the Heartland Institute’s 2008 International Conference on Climate Change, I checked out the Spectator’s blog. Point being, that global warming piece is what you should be reading right now--far more interesting than my musings on American Idol.
“The political debate is a farce, a puppet show,” Bast said with a wave of his hand. “They’ll all posture as the great savior of humanity. One will promise to reduce carbon emissions by 80 percent by 2050 and the other will jump in and say, ‘No, I’ll cut 90 percent by 2040.’ They have no power to deliver. No politician is going to pursue policies sure to raise gas prices another one or two dollars a gallon.”
Check it out. Good stuff.
Comments & Trackbacks
Awesome. I thought about avenging myself for the lack of a mention by making a comment about “Aren’t you the same David Jones who said in 2006 that every Muslim was a pig-fellating tool of the Zionist conspiracy?”
But then I thought better of it. You wouldn’t want a phrase like “David Jones Muslim pig fellatio” to get into Google.
I hated that question almost as much as I hate the fact that you just left that comment here.
I’m pretty sure I’ll get over it as soon as you buy me a shot, though. So, you are coming, right?
I must be having an off day, because I read the interview, and nothing brought “David Jones Muslim pig fellatio” to my mind.
However, in a stunning example of synchronicity, shorty after reading it, I came across swimming at the edge of Victoria Falls, over at Fark. We’ll expect pictures when you get there, ZB.
Oh, I just can’t resist. The Google. Sorry Dave, you aren’t #1 ... yet.
I don’t know, man. I hope so. Doing my best to make it happen.
Doing my best to get to the Bash, that is, not doing my best to make “David Jones Muslim pig fellatio” #1 on Google.
I’m going to Hell, aren’t I.
I just dropped in to say that you nailed it on the dinosaur thing. I’ve been thinking the very same thing myself.
You know, it hurt me to say that. Like you wouldn’t believe.
Surprisingly, I’m not as uncomfortable with the notion as I thought I’d be.
I think we came up in a time where it was far easier to get recognized and accepted outside of your “niche,” than it is now.
I just saw a new Montana blog that doesn’t even link to me, but uses some of the phraseology I’ve coined over the years. I have mixed feelings about it, because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bent out of shape about not being linked, but then again, just seeing the influence is kinda cool.
If I were you, I would be cranky about that. I feel like we’ve earned our place by this point.
You have to earn your place every day.
Also: “You have to take it one game at a time”; “Uphill both ways, in the snow”; and “Hey you kids; get off of my lawn.”
But my sympathy knows no limit. (Because sympathy isn’t actually sentient ... I’m sure there’s some other reason, too.)
My sympathy totally knows lots of stuff. It’s not telling, though, because it’s mysterious and complexicated.
The kids are on your lawn too, Doug?
Yeah. Dang kids.