Believe me, those grapes are so high up from where I’m sitting that not only do I not know if they’re sour, they could be wax for all I know. But just clicking on the ad on Instapundit that leads to this
, along with the whole navel-gazing enterprise of it (yes, I know, I’m gazing at navel-gazing
, but as I said I’m more like you than like them
)… isn’t it kind of nauseating
? And isn’t it painfully obvious that blogging (as a charming New Thing at least) has utterly made that mythical and awful Fonzie-like leap over the bored carcharodons?