February 06, 2004


• Chief Wiggles -- whose toy drive in Iraq has now received more than $80,000 in donations -- achieves Presidential recognition: "Our people in uniform understand the high calling they have answered because they see the nation and the lives they are changing. A guardsman from Utah named Paul Holton has described seeing an Iraqi girl crying and decided then and there to help that child and others like her. By enlisting aid through the Internet, Chief Warrant Officer Holton had arranged the shipment of more than 1,600 aid packages from overseas."

• John Howard wins the crucial Jarvis endorsement.

• Bernie Slattery discovers that Mark Latham’s market penetration is about as deep as Corio Bay.

• Ryne McClaren locates some fascinating background on Wesley Clark Jr.

• Pixy Misa warns readers to not click on a particular link: "When you do not click on that link, you will thank me for this warning."

• James Lileks speaks truth to hippies: "I am deathly sick of the counterculture sixties. The music, the war, the protests, all the hagiography - it's not a reflection of the era’s importance but the self-importance of the generation who hung on the bus as it trundled along down the same old rutted road of history. I’m tired of hearing about the boomers’ days of whine and neuroses; I’m weary of ritual genuflection to their musical icons; I’m utterly disinterested in most of the pop-cult trivia they hold so dear."

• VodkaPundit spies on the new Porsche 911. Sweet.

• Robert Corr declares that there are no excuses for terrorism.

• Iowahawk designs a new itinerary for Howard Dean, and reveals futher evidence of ricin in Washington.

• To your left: the first ad! Please click. Click click click! It’s the sort of ad that Stephen "Flanders" Mayne refuses to run!

• Caz, in the greatest Internet contest ever, is giving away her retarded brother.

• And Randal Robinson provides the line of the week: "What's all this about Gilligan? I don't blame him a bit for sexing things up. I would too if I were trapped on an island with Ginger and Mary Ann." (Closely followed by Pixy Misa: "Okay, I followed the instructions, and the turtle is now safely installed inside the television. But my February decoder ring hasn't arrived yet, so I'm unclear as to what shade of blue to paint the gibbon. Can you help?")

Posted by Tim Blair at February 6, 2004 01:26 AM

$1 erotic novels, eh? You definitely know your readers, Tim.

Posted by: Randal Robinson at February 6, 2004 at 02:33 AM

James Lileks speaks truth to hippies

I like and read Lileks, but I'm sorry he seems to have fallen in with the strange growing trend of Generation "x"ers who seem to have a problem with the fact that some of us were young and alive in the 60's. It was an exciting time, so I suppose they're somehow jealous, but the tacit assumption that everyone or even most young people at the time were Hippies is a naive concept. It would be like assuming that most late teens and early 20 somethings today are just skateboarding, tongue studded, tatooed slackers. The truth is, in both generations the majority of people in that age group are pretty much the same as they have been forever....just good plain kids adjusting to life as it presented itself and trying to grow up.

Besides, on a daily basis, I just don't seem to hear much in the way of 60's nostalgia. Maybe Lileks needs to stop hanging around music stores and Mac users.

Posted by: Wallace at February 6, 2004 at 02:34 AM

Um, Wallace, Lileks was young and alive in the 60's too. He's just bothered by people who are still in the 60's.

Good to see people getting well-earned attention, by the way. I refer of course to Chief Wiggles.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 6, 2004 at 03:19 AM

I have to agree with Wallace. Especially the part about Mac users.

Sorry, where was I? Oh, as a member of the Bulge (on the aging end of it), I was caught up in the whole 60s mess too. Now when I think back to the fashions, the music, the art, the attitudes, I think: "God, what was I thinking?" The truth is, I was young and dumb, something we all go through. At that time, there just happened to be more of us. But frankly, I'm sort of sick of that stuff myself, and sick of people who can't let go of it.

Posted by: Rebecca at February 6, 2004 at 03:23 AM

If I might pick up on he side comments on the 60s.

I grew up after that decade and had to endure years of being told by my elders from that time how much more interesting, and moral they were than thos ewho came after (ie me). Its no wonder there has been a bit of a bcaklash against it.

Now days I assume automaticaly assume that anyone who was at university in the late 60s is a boring old ex hippy. Probably not fair of the mjority of course but its just become an installed habit, cultivated by years of having to listen to boring old stories about the 'god old days'.

Posted by: Mike A. at February 6, 2004 at 03:42 AM

When I was young and dumb (ok, you got me -- younger and dumber than I am now), I wasted too many quarters at the arcade, ate too much fast food, and watched way too many reruns of Three's Company. I never burned a flag, hung onto every word of weirdo pseudo-intellectual guru wanna-bes, and I somehow managed to bathe on a regular basis. Other than that, I suppose I was like any "kid" during the sixties...

Posted by: Jerry at February 6, 2004 at 06:41 AM

I can see being bored by Ginger, who was shallow and skinny, but who needs more sexing up if you've got Mary Ann and those shorts right next to you?

Posted by: Alex Bensky at February 6, 2004 at 08:02 AM

Do the advertisers pay on a 'click' basis, or a 'purchase' basis, or just a straight rental ?

If its clicks they pay for, then I think the click-rate can be ramped up a little with the right approach ...

Posted by: Arik at February 6, 2004 at 08:56 AM

Wallace, everyone thinks their childhood was an exciting time so nobody should be jealous of boomers on that account. It may even be a little baby-boomer-presumptuous to think anyone would.

While all generations have something special and unique, it just seems that boomers, not individuals, you understand, but as a group, still think they are 'special'. Hmm. Many are now becoming special in a different kind of way. Hello, nursing home.

The music was good though. I'd rather hear that than most of the seventies and eighties stuff one hears on golden hits radio stations or, worse, in shopping malls.

Posted by: ilibcc at February 6, 2004 at 09:38 AM

It's a straight rental, Arik, although it can't hurt for them to know people are clicking through to their site.

Posted by: tim at February 6, 2004 at 09:44 AM

Tim, my brother is deeply distressed about being called retarded in front of your readership of thousands.

I'd like to personally thank you.

Posted by: Caz at February 6, 2004 at 10:25 AM

For a blog that prides itself on nitpicking other blogs, newspapers and hapless academics, you’re pretty loose with the facts yourself there Tim. Sure “up to a quarter of a million dead” seems foolish in retrospect but no retraction is necessary as “up to” means any number starting at zero and finishing at 250,000. As to why a bunch of academics have to apologise for accurately forecasting the number of civilian deaths is a mystery. I also admire your use of the cliché “word on the street” – what streets would they be? Toorak or Double Bay? To paraphrase those two women from Raymond Terrace, you’re just a silver spoon in a suit.

Posted by: Fred Frost (Bombed The Hilton) at February 6, 2004 at 11:54 AM

I like Lileks but his evil twin must have written this Bleat for him. Or this sentence anyway: We’ll probably be better off when that demographic pig has been excreted from the python so we can see the era clearly without choking on the smoke.

Posted by: Paul Zrimsek at February 6, 2004 at 12:06 PM

Just wanted to observe that sometimes there might just be a just and legitimate reason for terrorism.

Posted by: Nelson Mandela at February 6, 2004 at 12:58 PM

Hey guys,
Frosty-boy says to the hooker "My dick is UP TO 12 inches long ..."

And he right! Yeah!

The dickless fool.

Posted by: Arik at February 6, 2004 at 02:44 PM

Frosty-boy says to the hooker "My dick is UP TO 12 inches long ..."


Frosty's a girl.

Posted by: Quentin George at February 6, 2004 at 06:06 PM



That's happened to quite a lot of us, don't worry.
There was a page missing in the docs. you got from THE grassy knoll. Find the missing page at the document drop.


Had some problems with deliveries and the Ricin scare hasn't helped. Should be available at the 'regular' place any day now.

Posted by: Chris Josephson at February 6, 2004 at 06:36 PM

I dunno about that exciting childhood thing. The major portion of my childhood was in the Seventies, and I thought it was the most grindingly dull period of my life. Maybe if I'd been into disco and coke it would have been different.

Posted by: Andrea Harris at February 7, 2004 at 12:45 AM


Shouldn't Mini (BMW) be interested in placing an ad on your blog? How's your car doing? I am looking forward to read more posts on your driving!

I have placed my first Blogad on my blog. It's definitively and ad that Mr. Mayne would refuse to run. It's on the same theme as your ad by Olympia Press. "Think Beautiful." Please stop by and support a "poor" capitalist!

Posted by: Martin Lindeskog at February 8, 2004 at 11:42 AM