Since This Will Be the Slowest Week of the Year in Blogstown.... More Metableh on Shetty Blegging

Up and down the blogroll entropy and apathy (which is a disease), the post-election exhaustion combined with a reengaged awareness of powerlessness, not only now but at the embarrassing self-realization of over-exuberant powerlessness at the height of over-stimulated pre-election wankerdom.

The prospect of blogging the next four years, alternatively damning Obama and defending Obama, is as attractive as watching a November NBA game between Oklahoma City and Charlotte while in the waiting room of a Just Tires while assclowns fuck-up your car's fucked-up alignment. This hasn't occurred to you?

All of which to say, if I get more self-indulgent - BLCKDGRD exists to amuse me and mine, yo - I will claim it's to answer my need for self-indulgence, which is another word for complicity.

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• Author's life is immaterial. Author's life is material. Either you think either/ors are especially silly when considering novelists and their novels or you don't.
• Crow-eating done right.
• So what, but six of ten are on my blogroll.
• Don't forget Destination: Out and counterstream.
• Animal Collective's new album is called Merriwether Post Pavilion? (I do know they're from Baltimore, yo.)
• This? is a playlist.
• Nine days to Zappadan. I'm not a Zappadani myself (I'm not anti-Zappadani), though this guy is. He's wondering about his blog's direction. (And Paleo Jay Dirty 101 Old Arra Bastard, my friend Hamster admires your bass boat!)

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Speaking of shetty meta-blegging, comments have changed via typepad upgrade. You enter your name at the bottom of the comment instead of the top, and you don't have to negotiate anti-spamming puzzles, plus you're assigned a random avatar. Oh well.

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