Inhuman Swill : Page 155
Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Some snooty Londoner

| No Comments
            

Who the heck is this Samuel Pepys guy, and why the hell is his blog so popular?

Full entry

Terror alert levels

| No Comments
            
            

I can't believe it took Laura and me so long to get around to seeing Avenue Q. We went with her parents last night, and the show was delightful from the first strains of its Sesame Street-ish theme song to its puppeteers' final bows.

As a former Sesame Workshop employee, I first heard of Avenue Q before it originally opened off-Broadway at the Vineyard Theater. But did I go? No. Do I wish I had? Oh, yes.

In a raucous evening, it was interesting that the loudest cheers (save those at show's end) came during the song "For Now," when, as part of a recitation of things that would eventually pass, this line was sung: "George Bush is just for now."

Full entry

Baying at a Bush

| No Comments
            

Somewhat in the tradition of [info]bad_bad_zoot, actual wolves respond to their vilification in a recent Bush campaign ad.

Full entry
            

An open letter from Donna Marsh O'Connor, who lost a daughter and unborn grandchild at the World Trade Center, to President Bush.

Full entry

Viva le roi!

| No Comments
            

Gordon Van Gelder hipped me to a great blog the other night, King of Zembla. Smart, informed, and entertaining. The King rules.

Full entry

Just like Xbox

| No Comments
            
            

"Osama bin Laden still has his job. Do you still have yours?"

Full entry

Spankin' the Yankees

| No Comments
            

Holy cow, how about those precedent-setting Red Sox? I may be taking my life in my hands here, but I for one am thrilled to see the Yankees getting spanked like this.

I was out at a bar in the Village Monday night during Game 5. The game was on TVs all over the place, of course, and I didn't dare voice my real opinion. When I left, it was the bottom of the 11th. By the time I got home, it was the top of the 14th and the game was still going. I was delighted to get to see the end of that one. And since we turned in early last night, I was even more delighted to hear this morning that the Sox had one again. Tied series! Who would have guessed it three games ago? Not the Bronx Bombers, that's for sure.

This photo has already been seen in [info]curmudgeon's journal, but I loved it so much I had to steal it:

Full entry

The cost of spam

| No Comments
            

To my catalog of spam damages ("spammages"?), let me add another. Early this morning I was combing through my spam filter in Eudora. Even though I've managed to choke the flow of spam into my inbox to a mere trickle, I still have an immense backlog of spam in the junk folder I've been checking through for false positives. The last time I was all caught up on the junk folder was mid-August; by the time shut down all but a handful of my email addresses eleven days ago, 30,000 messages had accumulated in the junk folder. I've been scanning through the subject lines a couple thousand at a time since then, just in case I had missed any genuine and important emails.

This morning I found a genuine and important message in the junk folder, incorrectly classified as spam. It was dated August 22, and it was from Storyteller magazine. This, in part, is what it said:

We're very interested in publishing "The Ice Queen" in our fall 2004 issue. I see from your cover letter you sent it to us quite a while ago. I hope it's still available.

Please let me know if it is and, if so, I'll send instructions on how to get it to us.

I, of course, wrote back immediately and apologized for the extreme tardiness of my response. The story is indeed still available, though I'm sure it's far too late for it to make the Fall 2004 issue. I haven't heard back yet, and I'm waiting on tenterhooks to see if they're still interested in publishing it at all.

Full entry
The Accidental Terrorist 30th Anniversary Sale

Signed editions
that even a
missionary
could afford.

Order yours now!

William Shunn

Archives