I generally avoid publishing I-dare-you…

…attention-demanding hate mail.

Unless I feel like it; which is usually when I also have an opportunity to correct the spelling, grammar, and/or punctuation mistakes of the sender.  Of which there are several, rather subtle, examples in this winner reprinted by Ace of Spades HQ.  I particularly enjoy the folks writing screeds that can almost write competently.  I like to think of them staring at the monitor, and angrily wondering why it is that they can never, ever seem to get the respect and notoriety that they clearly deserve…

Gimme a break: it’s Friday and I’ve been vaguely below optimal all week.

It’s like a literary acid flashback…

…err, not that I would know anything about that sort of thing, of course.

Anyway, this ‘literary’ dec0nstruction of that Rebecca Black video that’s making the rounds is probably not a parody as one would normally define the term, because I’ve never really believed that any of my fellow English-majors really bought into that literary deconstruction bullshit to begin with.  Everyone who ever said that he or she did sang a completely different tune after their third vodka-and-lemonade*; they’d break down and admit that it was all about getting the As in the independent study.  Those of you still in college, try it sometime.

Well, yes, the drink too.

Moe Lane


*Vodka was cheap; lemonade you could buy in the cafeteria in carton form and smuggle out of the dining hall.  Duh.


Hi, my name is Moe Lane, and I’m kind of a sadist.


…What do you mean, it’s not on Amazon.com?  How the hell am I supposed to profit on the SAN loss of my readers if there isn’t an Amazon.com link?

Anyway, here’s how this thing came to be (via Hot Air).  14.3 million YT hits, my droogies.  Winning!