Q & A Part II - Updated- 3
[I'll keep adding the answers here, rather than making a zillion different posts]
Why does long islanders need to stock up on so much milk when they hear snow is on the way?
I already addressed this in The Legend of Milk, Bread and Snowstorms
Now that I'm [Allah] retired, who has the most overrated blog in the 'sphere? The most overrated humor blog? Which blogger would most benefit from a thorough ass-kicking?
Can I disagree with Hugh Hewitt without having to forfeit my blogger's guild card?
Disagree with him, yes. But you'll have to make up for it by spending your next three blog posts sucking his dick. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
If Glenn is right and blogs operate as one big newspaper, how come there were 800 separate death notices for Johnny Carson on our collective obit page on Sunday night?
Think of it as grade school. We believe in giving all of our children an equal chance to have their unique voice heard. So on any given day, you may find 300 pieces on the same story. But look at the way Johnny colored outside those lines - and Janey used blue for the sky while Katie used green! We're snowflakes, darling. Special, unique snowflakes. Go on, catch me on your tongue.
[I think I dodged some, but not all of those]
More on the way. Check back, if you dare.
What's the name of that actor that everyone's always asking about when they say, "You know, that guy, the one in that movie that one time?" I refuse to believe that it's Kevin Bacon. Too obvious.It's actually two actors. Eric Roberts and Michael Madsen. I gaurantee you that if you flip through all your cable channels right now, you will find either of them in at least one movie. Maybe even together.
1. Do you support the "Pave France" initiative?
2. When snow melts, where does the white go?
3. Does mincemeat come from gay cows?
4. What videogames do you find to be the most sublime, and why?5. Is there reincarnation? If so, what has Billy Martin come back as?
1. No, because I'd hate to think that I'll have to spend the rest of my life saying things like Freedom Fries and Freedom Toast.
2. The white color is actually sucked out of the snow by smog. The smog then carries the whiteness all around the globe, sprinkling it over maternity wards in hospitals. And that's how white babies are made.
3. I have no idea, but when I did a GIS for gay cow, this is what I got. And I cannot improve on that.
4. I'll answer that in full later. Too much to write.
5. Well, I can't say for sure. But if there is, Billy Martin came back as a boil on Steinbrenner's ass.
As a married woman, at what point do you consider some guy flirting with you as crossing the line? Let's assume he's not married, and you find him at least marginally attractive.
When he shows up on my doorstep wearing nothing but an overcoat and a g-string, holding a rusty butcher knife.
Under what circumstances is it okay to raise the dead?
Only for good. Like when you miss your dead, dancing monkey. Even then, nothing good ever comes of that.
What is the best thing you have ever seen?
Monkeys at the zoo flinging feces at each other. Because, until you see that, you think it's just an old and tired cliche. And when you see it up close and happening for real, you get a strange sense of satisfaction in that not everything your older cousin tells you is a lie. They really do fling feces. That's just awesome.
bq, Why is Scrubs constantly shut out at the Emmys? Lingering resentment over Dream On?
I never watched Scrubs because I heard it's just a warmed over version of Dream On. So, yea.
That was the best show HBO ever had.
You didn't really like "Napoleon Dynamite," did you? You only liked it in a pomo, something-ironic-is-going-on-and-that-in-itself-is-good way, right?
I liked it. Really, really liked it. So much so that I bought a llama, started taking cage fighting lessons and adopted a Liger. And I would fuck Napoleon HARD. Pedro, too. Teach those Mormon boys a few things about how the outside world lives. Yea.
Really, I just liked the movie for what it was.
What do you REALLY think of me? (asked by Acidman)
I think you are brutally honest and that's something I admire in a person, even when that brutal honesty is aimed at me. You're a cantankerous hardass. You're a Timex watch. I don't hate you.