Kyle Korver's Tenacious D! I Have a Blog
This is the one photo that could shock me out of my non-blogging state. Thank you Kyle Korver!
Yeah, so after promising to blog more, I write yet another overly personal and disquieting entry and stopped entirely for a few months. Sorry--sorta. I'm not sure how to please my audience of D.C. professionals, professional D.C. haters, stalkers, fashionistas, Mets fans, paleo-cons and traditional Catholics.
I've been writing some fiction in my spare time, and writing little pieces on sports for The American Spectator. My latest is on the murder of professional basketball in Seattle. Also, you'll be glad to know I'm still on my regular beat: the low I.Q. coteries found in hotel ballrooms. This time: CPAC 2008. I feel like Russell Crowe in Gladiator: Are you not entertained?!
You probably heard that my friend, Bill Buckley died last week. My small contribution to the tributes is also at the Spectator. An old high school friend recently contacted me through Facebook. He was once a waiter at a restaurant Bill frequented. He writes
He was just about the most polite and well-spoken individual I have ever met and I was kind of in awe of him (although politically I can't say that I agree with him...) He would eat lunch with a bevy of ancient women and regal them for hours over several rum punches while his stretch limo waited outside for him. One time his wife dropped something, and I went to help him find it with a flashlight (the restaurant was very dimly lit) and he proceeded to take the flashlight from me and get down on his hands and knees and look for it himself. He also called me "Captain" all the time... and I liked that.
Instead of trying to please you all. I'll please myself on this blog. It will be as obcene as it sounds.
And yes, my Buckley tribute contains some news about my personal life. More on that soon.
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Reader Comments (5)
If not, it certainly will be once the demographics shift.