Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Quizilla Strikes Again ...

Having determined that I'm a Cocktail, now Quizilla lets me know what type of Cocktail I am!

You're a cosmopolitan!  Your drink is made up of vodka, triple sec and cranberry juice.  The ultimate style guru your other loves are cats and eating out.  A sophisticated little star!
""Which cocktail are you?""

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So, that means that today's Cocktail recipients (and all invited guests, which pretty much includes the entire Internet) should kick back and enjoy a round of Cosmos, on me!

Oh, and who are today's recipients? Team Brothers, from the Amazing Race, for their heartstopping finish in last night's episode! Holy cow, most exciting finish EVAH! Congratulations, guys!

Saturday, March 26, 2005

No Surprise to Anyone ...

My results from Quizilla's "Which Type of Alcoholic Drink Are You?" Quiz:

Cocktail
Cocktail



If you, too, are a Cocktail, sign in and join the Cocktail Party!

Saturday, March 19, 2005

The Tequila (Sun)Rises Again

Sorry for the absence.

Today, we're sipping Tequila Sunrises again, in honor of the Charles Pierce quote I referenced on January 31, 2005. Since the original link to Charles Pierce's writing is no longer valid, I'm copying the entire quote here, with thanks to Proud Liberal. As time goes by, Pierce's words have rung more and more true, with wider and wider application. They bear re-reading.


The people who stood in line Sunday did not stand in line to make Americans feel good about themselves.

You do not own their courage.

They did not stand in line to justify lies about Saddam and al-Qaeda, so you don’t own their courage, Stephen Hayes. They did not stand in line to justify lies about weapons of mass destruction, or to justify the artful dodginess of Ahmad Chalabi, so you don’t own their courage, Judith Miller. They did not stand in line to provide pretty pictures for vapid suits to fawn over, so you don’t own their courage, Howard Fineman, and neither do you, Chris Matthews.

You do not own their courage.

They did not stand in line in order to justify the dereliction of a kept press. They did not stand in line to make right the wrongs born out of laziness, cowardice, and the easy acceptance of casual lying. They did not stand in line for anyone’s grand designs. They did not stand in line to play pawns in anyone’s great game, so you don’t own their courage, you guys in the PNAC gallery.

You do not own their courage.

They did not stand in line to provide American dilettantes with easy rhetorical weapons, so you don’t own their courage, Glenn Reynolds, with your cornpone McCarran act out of the bowels of a great university that deserves a helluva lot better than your sorry hide. They did not stand in line to be the instruments of tawdry vilification and triumphal hooting from bloghound commandos. They did not stand in line to become useful cudgels for cheap American political thuggery, so you don’t own their courage, Freeper Nation.

You do not own their courage.

They did not stand in line to justify a thousand mistakes that have led to more than a thousand American bodies. They did not stand in line for the purpose of being a national hypnotic for a nation not even their own. They did not stand in line for being the last casus belli standing. They did not stand in line on behalf of people’s book deals, TV spots, honorarium checks, or tinpot celebrity. They did not stand in line to be anyone’s talking points.

You do not own their courage.

We all should remember that.