Travel Is So Tiring

Hi again. I'm back. Sort of. Really exhausted, and of course I still have a lot of important stuff to catch up on (i.e., watching television).

As they say, I need a vacation from my vacation.

I'd like to thank my esteemed guestbloggers, but I'd like not to thank them now, because frankly, I'd like them to keep doing my job for me so long as they're willing. They've done a great job so far.

PS, Deb Frisch is in a full Sol Rosenberg meltdown, claiming she's going to sue me, FoxNews, Brit Hume, and all the people I work with and handle.

I'll have to remember to bring my glasses and my shoes, so I have them.

Not sure why she posted that threat at Patterico's place instead of mine... Oh yeah, because I banned her crazy, child-threatening ass.

Apparently Dr. Debby thinks she can continue her three days of infamy by simply continuing to spam other people's sites with further posts designed to make the Goldstein's feel insecure about their child's safety.

Sorry, Deb. You're an idiot, you have nothing to contribute whatsoever except odd sexual remarks about infants, and if you think you can somehow parlay that into consistent traffic for your site, you're sadly mistaken.

That link leads to her traffic meter, by the way, which is safe to click on, because it doesn't get counted as blog traffic. Thanks to Tom the Pooklekufr for that. It provides a good window into Dr. Debby's continuing need to post sexually-suggestive spam about infant children. She's still got that high from those two days when anyone at all bothered to click on her site, and damnit, she wants that feeling back.

As I instructed you earlier, Dr. Debbie: That wasn't "fifteen minutes of fame," it was instant infamy, and it just shows what an emotionally imbalanced moron you are to confuse the two. It was sad and creepy that you made such remarks the first time; now that you seem determined to continue making them in order to get more (negative) attention, it's beneath pathetic. Building audience requires q little more than creepy threats to children and submoronic poetry about "war$ington, deecee."*

I would pity you, Doc Debby, if I bothered to care about you at all. But I don't.

You really should be working your psychoses out on a psychiatrist's couch, not in the public forum of cyberspace.

A Bit More... Apparently Doctor Debby left this response to a comment on her site:

"No, Bilgeman. I'm not gonna denton myself. But I'm thinking real hard about ramseying you."

Remember, this is the woman who's threatening to sue people for "threatening" her.

She is insane, and needs, desperately, the intervention of the state.

Unrelated: The World's Smallest Cat. Three pounds. Quite frankly, if you put a gun to my head, I would have guessed that's about average cat weight, but they say it's the smallest, so there you go.

The cat's name is "Mr. Peebles," and they say it's named after a ventriloquist doll on Seinfeld. Trouble is, that doll was named "Mr. Marbles."

More likely it's named after "Mr. Peepers," my neighbor's cat, whom I immortalized in my Whoreblogging diary.

Thanks to Ogre Gunner.

* Bulding an audience also requires very stupid posts about misheard lyrics. How about a repost of one of the dumbest posts I've ever written? (Moderate content warning.)

PS, I never really misheard those lyrics. That's what makes this post even stupider.

posted by Ace at 07:25 PM

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