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I have no idea.  You better go ask these guys.  Unless they’re really us, in which case you might as well stay right here and read the next three posts.

Posted by on 12/12 at 08:41 AM

  1. Trading Spaces: The Blog Edition. Will Michael Bay-Rue-Bay Online host a spirited discussion Derrida?  Will Sadly, Non! deconstruct Kay Grogan? Only my hairdresser knows.

    I suspect that this is all a pathetic attempt to get on Bill O’Reilly’s list. I like it.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  11:05 AM

  2. Will Bill O’Reilly finally awaken to the true threat to christmas posed by Mr. Bay-Rue-Bay? Sadly, Non!  Mr. O’Reilly remains blind to the truth, no doubt the result of the orbital Sorosification Laser (TM)that has been aimed at his head for the last 10 years.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  11:16 AM

  3. That’s weird, I always thought it was BEH-roo-BAY, with the last two syllables pronounced as if one were a human bobwhite.

    Posted by norbizness  on  12/12  at  11:46 AM

  4. Trading Spaces: The Blog Edition. Will Michael Bay-Rue-Bay Online host a spirited discussion Derrida?  Will Sadly, Non! deconstruct Kay Grogan? Only my hairdresser knows.

    Here’s a good question- who’s more difficult to understand, Derrida or Grogan?

    Posted by Brad R.  on  12/12  at  12:02 PM

  5. Is it Trading Spaces or Trading *Spouses*?  If it’s the latter, can we get the batshit crazy screaming Christian lady on, because she scared me and I like horror films.

    And if it’s really the Sadly, No! guys here and Michael over there, then who decided to give the collective SN the e-mail address three post down?  Hmmmm?

    And slipped what into whose drink?

    Posted by Dr. Virago  on  12/12  at  12:13 PM

  6. Erm, two posts down—in the Nick Lowe church sign one, that is.

    Posted by Dr. Virago  on  12/12  at  12:21 PM

  7. who decided to give the collective SN the e-mail address three post down?  Hmmmm?

    The Pauvre Man?

    Posted by Gavin M.  on  12/12  at  12:28 PM

  8. Nice work, Michael, trying to cover your tracks:  first with your gratuitous assertion that no one own’s your blog; then that red herring about faux-feuds being designed to generate blog hits; and now making out like these right-wing weenies are out to dis you.

    Well, we’ve suspected a mole in cultural studies for some time now, and all I had to do was open the NY Times Magazine this weekend and see that ‘science wars’ article to realize that the raging ‘debate’ on your so-called ‘blog’ is just another ‘echo chamber’ put up job from the Bush-Cheney sponsored, anti-science division of the Lincoln group ‘designed’ to project Steve Fuller’s bogus ideas into the mainstream.

    Coincidence?  Try synergy.  Where will we be hearing from Prof. Fuller, next, Michael?  Bill O’Reilly?  Larry King?

    The tip-off should have been your namby-pamby hand-wringing over Mr. SOBER’s over-the-top, foaming-at-the-mouth flamethrowing.  Sober?  Really too Dickensian, Michael.  Besides, your fingerprints are all over his line-by-line responses.

    Also, your luxury-box lifestyle has had tongues wagging for some time.  Really, Michael.  How many Rolls Royces and 17-century commodes do you need?

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  01:05 PM

  9. Dammit, BB, you nailed me on every last count.  But before I return to my 17th-century commode (and it’s none of your business how many I need!  six, for the record), I just want to say that it took me eighteen hours every day last week just to write all those “Lawrence Sober” comments.

    But that’s all right—I have, after all, been planning this for ten months.  Sadly, No! and I go way, way back.  We’re like, pre-Grogan.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  01:21 PM

  10. The Rolls-Royce is a bankrupt signifier in these times, BB. ‘70s much? Store it away with the mythopoetic ‘Cadillac,’ pink or otherwise.

    I’m with Stanley Fish in that I prefer the puissant and gender-ambiguous power of the (pre-FoMoCo) Jaguar.

    Posted by Michael (not Gavin M.) Bérubé  on  12/12  at  01:26 PM

  11. ’70s?  I’m all about the Thirteen-Seventies, Michael-not-Gavin.  Plague much?

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  01:36 PM

  12. And if it’s really the Sadly, No! guys here and Michael over there

    I honestly don’t think that’s a safe assumption to make, Dr. Virago.  If that is your real name. 

    Posted by Michael  on  12/12  at  01:37 PM

  13. "‘70s much?”

    Hey, c’mon.  I’m in a protected class.  Ouch!

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  01:41 PM

  14. OK, so more like endangered species.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  01:45 PM

  15. Nice try. But the Kofax Award for the best parody site of 2005 has already been sewn up.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  12/12  at  01:53 PM

  16. Oh, we wouldn’t dream of competing with this work of genius, Rox.  Besides, as everyone knows, I don’t really care about these awards things anyway.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  02:00 PM

  17. I’m so damn confused.  I’d cry, but I’m not sure it’s worth the effort.  What the hell is going on here?

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  02:42 PM

  18. Now that, as Steve Fuller says, I can hyperventilate French, I think I can make out the meaning of that mysterious “Non!” if I only just breathe quickly enough…

    (...)

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  03:30 PM

  19. Rich, I hear the air in Québec is quite nippy this time of year.  If I were you I wouldn’t wander about in the wilds, looking to converse with the mysterious inhabitants.  Or les habitants, either.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  03:41 PM

  20. On ne veut qu’on c’attempter, parce qu’on… il.. quand on faisait-en…

    Ow! French broke. Dammit.

    Posted by Michael (not Gavin M.) Bérubé  on  12/12  at  04:08 PM

  21. Not Gavin, you sneaky bastard!

    Pass out in a drunken stupor for only a few hours, and you go and move the blog without leaving a forwarding address.

    That does it buddy, I’m calling Child Protective services, you are NOT leaving me behind with Kaye Grogan. Don’t you remember the last time? I had 3 inch deep scratches on 9/10ths of my body.

    Christ. I can still see the leapord print when I close my eyes.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  04:54 PM

  22. ...Dr. Virago.  If that is your real name.

    You know, weirdly enough, that’s the second time this week someone’s said that to me, and in the first case the guy wasn’t in jest!  (So I added the def. of virago to my masthead for future reference.)

    And I still think this all Michael talking to himself.  I think book editing plus all that taking the Christ out of Christmas and putting the liberal back in the liberal arts has made him lose it.  In fact this is Michael right now posing as me.  Ok, maybe not.

    Posted by Dr. Virago  on  12/12  at  05:28 PM

  23. Michael, How many hours are in your day?!

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  05:49 PM

  24. I just use the same tools everyone else uses, Sarah.  Why do you ask?

    Posted by Michael  on  12/12  at  06:02 PM

  25. Holy cow! Effective deterrents for recent irregular reading habits! That, or there was a bit too much kirsch in my fondue this afternoon.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  06:46 PM

  26. Sounds like it’s time sian here had a little visit from The Shadow.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  06:53 PM

  27. Something did become Something Else!

    Look what evolution has wrought.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  08:59 PM

  28. Thank you for complimenting Me on My intelligent design.

    Posted by  on  12/12  at  09:52 PM

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