And you're going to keep on waiting. Thing is, Electro is purely a one-trick pony. His posts can only say "Salon readers", a verb, and then a few optional descriptors such as "anti-semites," "nazis," etc.

I pointed this out a few threads back. "ElectroSpambot" is just Release 3.4_beta of a modified Joseph Weisenbaum "Eliza" (click my sig for Javascript implementation of his famous "Artificial Intelligence" offering; note the similarities), cut'n'pasted from "Tell me more about your mother" (which Release 1.0 emits when unable to come up with anything else) to "Anti-Semite!", which is what inflicts us whenever the comments start to falter here....

The beauty of Weizenbaum's creation is its utter simplicity. And it actually appears mildly intelligent until you pay attention for more than a few minutes. So don't; the illusion is best not spoiled ... and the SpamBot best not fed.

Cheers,

i just basically wanted to support electro he seemed in a lonely fight and i wanted to tell WinSmith that someone liked his analysis.

I love it when all the crazies join forces in their own little crazy camp. Makes things simpler. Thanks, David.

Your review of the Kanye concert was really interesting too.

Oh, and just one other small note, it's Parsley, not Paisley, although I'd bet he'd look good in either. ;-}

(I have to live in closer proximity to that ass than I like to admit.)

@totallyblase

aren't you the guy who used to leave the moment i hove into view?

David, clue for you: When everyone starts sidling away from you at parties, it's not because your exuberant masculinity and obvious intellect threatens their self-image.....

Now go take a shower. That might be a start.

Cheers,

Oh, and just one other small note, it's Parsley, not Paisley...

Thanks! I wrote that one in a hurry.

it's Parsley, not Paisley...

Definitely not coming to your house for dinner until THAT one's straightened out. :>

Have not commented the last few days, but I am truly digging the Republican Superfriends! You are on a roll here, and obviously having a good time with it. Don't stop!

it's Parsley, not Paisley...

.

Definitely not coming to your house for dinner until THAT one's straightened out. :>

*hack hack gag*

Am just catching up on your blog. Serial episodes, no less!

My cheeks are hurting!

Just like the comic books, but better. And dead on target.

At some point in the last few days, after the third or fifth or I don't know, maybe twentieth mention of your height, be it real or imagined, I got Liz Phair's "6'1" stuck in my head, and it's been looping more or less constantly ever since.

Happily, I like the song. :>

At your wedding maybe you can invite obese, and very mean readers : "The Salon Readers" can have a diving board, belly flopper contest.

The good flops can attend the after wedding reception party. The bad flops can all be dichotomized, made separate, and chosen. Place them in the "freak' Beelzelbub category.

The 'devil' cannonballs flops can kiss a groom.

No need to expose the little tykes to rampant antisemitism. I just hope he isn't teaching them keyboarding skills.

"this is the "shift" key avi, never touch it! it's only used by the likes of the evil greenwald and his fellow antisemites..."

"You know, like lutefisk."

There's nothing wrong with lutefisk.

My Great Uncle Oley was a first generation immigrant and was America's First Flying Ace of the Great War to End All Wars. He settled in Lutsen, Minnesota and on the 4th of July in 1920 they were having a celebration in Lutsen. The Governor was there. The Mayor was there and all the townsfolk were there to honor my Uncle.

When he was asked to describe his exploits in the War to End All Wars, Uncle Oley got up on the stage and told all the people how he became America's First Ace.

He began, "Vell, I vas flying along about 10 tousan feet and off my right wingtip I saw a folker so I turned into him and shot him down. A little bit later, I vas flying along about 20 tousan feet and in front of me, a little higher dan me vas another folker so I swoooopped up and shot him in the belly. He vent down in flames, too."

At this point, the Mayor broke in and told Uncle Oley that he should explain to everyone that a Folker was a German aeroplane.

"Yas, dat's right", said Uncle Oley, "but these folkers, dey vas flying Messerschmidts!"

I come from a long line of Swedish War Heros.

Butt floss is only revealing from one direction.

As long as you lean up against trees, there is no danger of being over exposed.

Remind me to tell you about my Cousin, Tourvald, the Finlander.

Is it over yet said: “And it is, of course, necessary for me to state here that I am a Jew and so allowed by virtue of my birth to have opinions that differ from Israel's far right wing.”

Why should anyone criticizing Israel have to be a Jew to “have opinions that differ from Israel's far right wing”?

Absurd.

"She lives in Manhattan now; we had a great celebration last fall for her 60th, a big gathering upstate where we pondered all the ways the world has changed. And, suitably enough, drank way too much."

I was talking about those changes the other day with my better half.

Isn't it remarkable that we're still alive after going through childhood without wearing helmets while riding our bikes? We even rode on the back of flatbed trucks on our way to the fields to pick veggies for Heinz - at the age of 9.

My very good friend also reminded me of the times he and his brother spent in the rail yards on the western side of Sandusky where the Norfolk and Western Railroad had its coal cars staged to load the lake freighters. They used to hitch rides on the steam locomotives that switched the cars from the yards down to the coal docks on the bay. Went home at night looking like coal miners but had a blast.

I cannot imagine growing up in today's sanitized world.