Archive for December, 2011

So, it’s 2012 in a bit, and as 2011 winds down, we figured we’d do you the disservice of providing some links to some of the better stuff we’ve put out this year. Everyone does it, I know. We’re not trying to blaze trails here, we’re just trying to toot our own horns. We did some terrific shit! It’s just a shame that back when we actually tried, no one paid attention.

Without further ado:

• We praised the latest Radiohead record.
• We didn’t quite finish, but got about 10,000 words deep into a review of a book about the meaning of life before intimidating ourselves into silence with our own promises. Will 2012 see an ultimate part 4?? Stay tuned!
• We showered.
• We compared religion to Calvinball.
• We flamed Anonymous.
• We predicted the Oscars.
• We went on a bender.
• We pondered cliche and transgender issues.
• We watched Blow-Up in Europe.
• We argued with libertarians on the Internet.
• We admitted that we used to be magicians.
• We convinced Andrew Sullivan to link to us, which portended bad things for Commentgate (if only we’d known…).
• We went to Sundance.
• We got married.
• We sabotaged a Facebook friendship.
• We explored the strange flora and fauna of Northeastern Nevada.
• We taught you how to make a proper Irish car bomb.
• We interviewed a colossal artist.
• We went bald.
• Trevor made a rap song about Libya.
• We confessed our love for middle-aged-man music.
• We examined the new Republican rhetorical strategy.
• We began a correspondence with HL Mencken.
• We were itchy.
• We ate poop.
• We mused that global warming might actually be a conspiracy by old people to melt the icebergs we might otherwise put them on.
• We watched our Dad die.
• We judged a book by its cover.
• We endorsed Jack Layton for Prime Minister (before we realized he was dead, of course).
• We bashed CNN.
• We picked a fight with a HuffPo writer, and he Tweeted defeat.
• We donned the garb of the Western traveler.
• We bade Oprah adieu.
• We explained the term “our Galtian overlords” to a concerned reader.
• We got a Kindle.
• We blamed the world’s problems on poor people.
• We proffered that celebrating an assassination is unbecoming.
• We became invisible.
• We made fun of Jodi Picoult.
• We insisted on a more intelligent atheism.
• We picked a fight and brawled with some evolutionary psychologists.
• We went to a poetry reading.
• We taught you how to cook some fucking pork.
• We analyzed the Weiner/wiener distinction.
• We encouraged the Daily Beast to fire Meghan McCain (I went back and re-read that one. It has some bite).
• We ambled about in the Big Apple.
• We fan-boyed Werner Herzog.
• We saw X-Men.
• We liked girls.
• We stole the best documentary ever from YouTube.
• We reviewed your favorite album of the summer.
• We were very briefly happy.
• We decided that Peter Singer would probably eat the penguin.
• We went fly-fishing in Maine.
• We explained our taglines.
• We suggested that Anthony Lane may have misinterpreted a scene in a pretentious film.
• We got hurt and argued for universal healthcare.
• We believed in dinosaurs.
• We rocked out with some of the better Canadian musicians to listen to.
• We got married again.
• We fought about Kanye.
• We entertained the notion that the Tea Party may be willing to change its mind.
• We anticipated the football season.
• We interrogated Bill O’Reilly.
• We wondered why Collegehumor Dot Com doesn’t notify you when they publish your articles.
• We quoted ourselves at length.
• We vacationed.
• We talked about AIDS.
• We swam in Oregon.
• We empathized.
• We haggled on our honeymoon.
• We stuck it to the man in India.
• We gave proverbial handjobs to Ken Kesey and Jeff Mangum.
• We invited a lawyer to criticize Clarence Thomas.
• We made a hurricane escape map for New Yorkers.
• We mocked a Canadian columnist to hono(u)r Jack Layton.
• We autocorrected our iPhones.
• We remembered working at Kinko’s.
• We ambled around Boston with our parents.
• We skated in the great hockey rink in the sky.
• We Dr. Housed.
• We captured a moment.
• We ran a book sale.
• We Googled (resulting in another Sully pimp post, incidentally).
• We animated our sexual prowess.
• We advocated for your death, and for ritual suicide.
• We copyrighted our forthcoming autobiography.
• We evolved into birds.
• We ended the War on Drugs.
• We lied.
• We blamed Tom Friedman for the Patriots’ losing a football game.
• We played with poetry magnets.
• We occupied Wall Street.
• We summited Mont Royal.
• We primaried Iowa and New Hampshire.
• We re-defined personhood.
• We occupied Boston.
• We missed a voice of sanity on the Supreme Court.
• We bought beer on Sunday.
• We found six hundred dollar sandals.
• We watched a debate between idiots.
• We were inspired by spambots.
• We witnessed the mother of all Brutish & Short threads, as hundreds of Andrew Sullivan’s readers came in to talk about their dicks.
• We lost California.
• We went to a big gay wedding.
• We drove a Cadillac.
• We welcomed new readers.
• We thought about David Foster Wallace and John McCain.
• We hosted a Super Bowl party, and nobody came.
• We spent an evening with Dr. Paul.
• We moved to a small town.
• We envied rich people’s pets.
• And we traveled to Third World Canada.

The list is long, but if you’re new here, those are some of the things we’re proud of in this website’s brief existence. We’ll be back next year with more. We hope you’ll stick around.

Much love & respek,

~The editors