Oh the humanity…

by E.D. Kain on July 22, 2009

Thanks to Scott and the, uhm, “Pinstripe Posse” our top search terms for the last couple days have been Anne Hathaway and Natalie Portman.  Sigh….

E.D. Kain is a blogger and freelance writer. Currently he serves as Editor-in-Chief of The League of Ordinary Gentlemen and writes a tech blog at Forbes. Visit his politics blog here. He can be found occasionally composing 140 character cultural analysis on Twitter. His writing has appeared in The Atlantic, The National Review, The Washington Examiner, and the now-defunct True/Slant. You can also contact him via email.

{ 10 comments }

1 Chris Dierkes July 22, 2009 at 8:57 am

I told you we needed more hot chicks. ;) or is it ;(

2 Chris Dierkes July 22, 2009 at 8:57 am

that was supposed to be :(

3 E.D. Kain July 22, 2009 at 9:03 am

I kind of like the sad winky face, actually. A new twist on an old convention…

4 Scott H. Payne July 22, 2009 at 9:37 am

I can’t cry for laughing. We’re doomed!

5 Dave July 22, 2009 at 10:21 am

Erin Andrews?

Come on, you know you want to link to it while calling the rest of us netroot horde nihilists with no moral clarity. Then again, I don’t think the type of scumbag that would do that sort of thing exists so you’re all in the clear.

6 E.D. Kain July 22, 2009 at 10:33 am

Well, I did consider completely whoring out this blog to “cover” that story, but hey, who has the time?

7 Scott H. Payne July 22, 2009 at 11:48 am

So, should the Pinstripe Posse make more appearances to ridicule vapid blogging? Or should this be a one-time affair?

8 E.D. Kain July 22, 2009 at 11:49 am

How could you even suggest this be a one time affair? Bring ‘em back!

9 Dave July 22, 2009 at 1:00 pm

Yes. Please do so. You have the sense of subtlety that I don’t. The targets of your ridicule won’t know what has happened until it’s too late. As for me, I tend to telegraph my punches a little more but it doesn’t stop me from landing them.

10 BCChase July 22, 2009 at 5:20 pm

Probably because it takes so long to interpret morse code. You punch them before they can read your cable.
“Okay, this is a P . . . that’s a U . . . N . . . Dave! Ow!”

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