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All is well

I was a little upset a few days back by a blog analysis app that decided Brandywine Books was a blog written by do-ers, not thinkers.

But it’s OK now.

I found this new test here that makes a guess as to whether a blog is written by males or females. (I’d link to the blog that pointed me there, but I can’t remember which blog it was.)

We get male.

I feel so affirmed. So warm and nurtured. I think I’ll put on my footy pajamas and watch “Rosie Live.”



Update:
Now it says female. I’m thinking this post tipped the scales.

So now I’m gonna kill me a bear and eat it raw. Maybe that’ll help.

No thank you, I’ll just eat with my hands.

Gave blood tonight, for the first time since last January. I’m happy to report that my anemia is a thing of the past (“Your hemoglobin level is excellent,” said the technician). Still don’t know what caused that, though I insist that it’s the fault of the CPAP machine I was using back then. My doctor says there’s no way that could happen, but I didn’t achieve my present state of physical perfection by listening to doctors.



As a cultural conservative,
I have the deepest reverence for the wisdom of our ancestors.

Which does not mean that our ancestors were not, from time to time, morons. Darwin aside, sometimes stupid people do get to pass their genetic patterns along, and some of those morons must have been the ancestors who designed this knife-and-fork set. It’s on offer from Museum Replicas, Ltd., the first stop of every historical reenactor who isn’t rich. They sell some quite good, inexpensive, Indian-made swords and armor, and a lot of banana squash. The knife and fork with built-in flintlock pistols comes, I think we can all agree, under the rubric of banana squash.

However, the original sin doesn’t belong to Windlass Steelcrafts, the owners of Museum Replicas. It belongs to some 18th Century gunsmith who said, “Hey, wouldn’t it be a great idea to make a cutlery set that, aside from being extremely uncomfortable to hold, conveniently points both weapons at your own body while you’re eating?” (Although the web page doesn’t say it, the MR catalog plainly states that these things are based on a real-world set.)

Clearly that gunsmith never took an NRA firearms safety course.

The replicas, you’ll be happy to know, are non-firing.

I generally consider non-firing replicas beneath the dignity of an adult.

In this case, I consider the whole thing beneath the dignity of marmosets.

License to judge

There’s a new TV series on CBS called “The Mentalist.” It’s about a guy who used to be a fraudulent TV psychic. He made the mistake of publicly taunting a serial killer, who then murdered his wife and daughter. This led him to throw over the psychic business and become a consultant with the California Bureau of Investigation. He uses the observational tricks he learned in his act to read people’s behavioral clues, and (sometimes) to manipulate them.

I watch the show because it’s on after “Criminal Minds” (a series with some similarities). I like it OK, but it has a number of flaws. The characters, in particular, are all over the map. There’s an Asian cop who was first introduced as a socially-challenged jerk, and then he suddenly wasn’t anymore. It would have been more interesting, it seems to me, if they’d developed that (I do have to give him credit, however, for doing the best imitation of Jack Webb I’ve seen in years). And the hero’s methods seem to me too successful, too pat. Continue reading License to judge →

Our Secret Masters revealed

OK, here’s the thing.

Via Mirabilis, I find this little internet test thingie, which analyzes your blog and tells you where it scores on the Myers Briggs personality scale.

So I run our URL through the rollers.

And how do we come out?

ESTP – The Doers

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

My question(s) is (are), does that sound like Phil?

Does that sound like me?

The only possible conclusion I can draw is that this blog is secretly being run by the Illuminati (who are well known ESTP types).

Sauce for the gander too

As a counterpoint to the story I posted below, about Bob Jones University’s apology for its segregationist history, I offer this story, from the Minnesota blog, Freedom Dogs, on a statement from the National Black Republican Association, calling for a similar apology from the Democratic Party.

I’ll leave it at that.

Bob Jones U apologizes for racist past

Bob Jones University of Greenville, SC, famous for its long-time segregationist policies, has placed a statement on its website, apologizing for that history.

…for far too long, we allowed institutional policies regarding race to be shaped more directly by that ethos than by the principles and precepts of the Scriptures. We conformed to the culture rather than provide a clear Christian counterpoint to it.

Too little, too late, some will say. But I’m glad they did it.

Tip: WORLD Magazine.

Comic Ads, from Lileks

James Lileks, the chariots of the Blogosphere and the horses thereof, has added a new section to his Institute of Official Cheer, over at lileks.com. It’s called Comic Ads in Comics.

In the past James has made us wince through revealing the amazing awfulness of pictures of food in old recipe books, and interior decoration as practiced in the 1970s (apparently entirely by blind people). But I think this new section may be the most painful of them all. Ugly, mendacious and pathetic all at once, the old comic ads from comic books are like one of those hypnotherapy sessions on TV crime shows, where the traumatized victim screams “No! No!” as the police hypnotist tries to pull some horrible, suppressed memory out of his subconscious, like a dentist yanking a healthy tooth. Anybody who spent any time with comics in their childhood (and I read a few, though only when they were given to me. The folks wouldn’t let us spend money on the things. I see their point now) will recognize those ads. Post-traumatic stress ensues.

I think I’ve mentioned previously that, before I set my personal sights on immortality through literature, I dreamed of being an artist. I drew incessantly as a kid. I had no high-brow pretensions. I wanted to draw stuff that looked like stuff. I wanted to be another Norman Rockwell or Howard Pyle. I thought I might be a cartoonist, or a commercial artist.

So I can imagine myself snagging an entry-level job with Marvel or DC, and being assigned to draw these abominations as part of my apprenticeship. It reminds me of something I used to say, when I was contemplating (theoretically) what it would be like to try to be a professional actor—“If you’re really lucky, you get to prostitute yourself.”

All in all, I think I prefer being a failed novelist to being a failed artist.

(I mean, “Captain Tootsie.” Nothing could justify that. Nothing.)

About time too

Anthony Sacramone, formerly of “Luther at the Movies” and “First Things” is back blogging at Strange Herring.

I suppose he’ll suddenly give it up again in a couple of weeks, but for now, our long night of the cyber-soul is over.

Tip: First Things.

Shameful coverup

Remember the Bower family? The missionaries whose plane was shot down over Peru in 2001, resulting in the deaths of the wife and daughter?

Turns out the CIA lied about the circumstances of the action.

Story here.