As the pureed portion of Sweet Potato aux Peeps cooled on the counter, the cats staged a stealth raid (see crater in puree, inset, not to mention fluffy tail, lower right). Did you know that chicken Peeps are generally unavailable this time of year? We had to settle for "Cookie-Flavored Cutouts."
"How is this the best of blogs," wrote an outraged illavator in comments to Dennis The Peasant's latest anti-Pajamas-Media "she done him wrong" post. "This" referred to our own "Pajamas sound cheerful" post, which was featured as one of the "Best of the Blogs" links at PJM this afternoon. While the crypto-triviality of our post may have gotten illavator's panties in a twist, the hits were music to our Site-Meter-stats ears. Our own blogpal neo-neocon puts it all in perspective:
As far as all the anger towards OSM/Pajamas from Ann Althouse and Dennis the Peasant and others goes, they have their own concerns. Included in the mix are their own stories of having been dissed by the powers that be at PJ. Who's right and who's wrong is one of those things I won't comment on unless I've heard the full tale from both sides -- and I wish I had, actually, because my therapist self somehow thinks maybe I could have mediated, at least at the beginning.
That's probably the height of hubris on my part; perhaps the differences and anger were just too great even from the start (and if anyone hasn't a clue what I'm talking about and is interested, just go to each person's blog -- listed on my blogroll -- and start scrolling down. You'll find a bunch of posts on the subject soon enough).
It's sad when people who were formerly friends (or at least, formerly civil!) end up dishing out so much vitriol at each other. I know, or at some previous point have had correspondence with, everyone involved (some very slightly and tangentially, and some rather better), so I'll draw the veil of silence now on the subject, put my apple over my face, and go slinking off.
Why should the blogosphere be more civil than any other neighborhood? It's a dog-eat-dog, Darwinian world out there. Sandbox dynamics rule.
Sisu,
Smart you are. Getting hits from both sides of the fratricide. Came over here from your comment at Dennis's. When I have more time on my hands I'll take a look around.
Posted by: Harry | November 22, 2005 at 09:50 PM
And let's not forget about the PJM Death Pool.
At least you've gotta have it in the back of your mind.
Posted by: PJM Death Pool | November 22, 2005 at 09:57 PM
Disputation
In fang and claw, or pen and key
The will to power surges;
With biting prose or sophistry
We bare our baser urges.
'Twas always thus, and will remain
We'd learn well to accept it;
"The blow was hard!" the weak complain–
The wiser just sidestepped it.
As blood runs hot, and hate runs cold
The tale of fuss and feuding
Remains the oldest story told;
No profit lies in brooding.
Most combats I will leave to those
Who choose it as their hobby–
Since wisdom wilts as anger grows
I'll wait out in the lobby.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull (by permission)
Posted by: Jeff Hull | November 22, 2005 at 11:23 PM
I was more puzzled than outraged, sissy.
Posted by: the illavator | November 26, 2005 at 09:34 PM