Since the end is near…I never liked any of you.

In the unlikely event we survive this, I’m just kidding.

I’ll miss your gallows-humor, Tom!

It’s going to end with a link back to the same post?  How… anticlimactic.  I was thinking Breitbart was going to transmute himself into a giant snake or something.

Breitbart is dissolving the links which bind us together, one at a time!

As for Breitbart’s transmutation, that was complete sometime back around 2005. If you look at his eyes magnified a hundred times or so, you can see the nictitating membrane.

  This has been in the works for just simply ever. It’s almost a relief it’s here. Farewell, fellow Roasters! I go with a song on my lips, having known you all.

**I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts..***

Apologies, CAT. Mysterious forces were preventing me from linking to my own earlier post, so I’ve substituted the MediaMatters story. Also, I’ve been informed that the Left’s actual destruction may have been moved to a rain-date.

Sorry for the confusion. However, there is a certain wonky poetry in thinking that the blogosphere could someday collapse into a singularity of self-reference, just like I did.

Polly, beware the Langoliers!

What, are the Langoliers moonlighting now? I thought they were on retainer at that revolting Effluents, or whatever that malodorous thing is.

He called it off?

Damn it, looks like I’ll have to do my taxes after all.

Seriously, why is it that retraction headlines like “Lex Luthor Decides to Spare Metropolis After All” always get buried with the horoscopes and the dining guide? I was all packed and ready to go.

Uh-oh.

I’d just like to take this moment to apologize to my colleagues at the U.S. Census, and underscore that I realize tossing Personally Identifiable Information off the roof of the Local Census Office while shouting “Woo-hoo! Here’s your re-education, suckas!” is a serious offense.

Um, I’ll pick it up, if someone will let me into the FEMA holding pen. It landed mostly near the bocce court, though the wind may have carried a few files across Broadway to the roof of the Variety Arts Cinema.

No no, I’ll go. It’s only right.

Very nice 9 Billion Names reference, Appar8us.

C

@poicephalus—One of my all-time favorite Clarke stories, and one of the best closing lines ever. Thanks for noticing!

I’m in IT, and that story is a major reason (along with a strong dose of serendipity).
And, it holds up well. Monks working in a distributed environment. But, that may be just my reading.

Cheers,

C

there is a certain wonky poetry in thinking that the blogosphere could someday collapse into a singularity of self-reference

Kind of like the PUMAsphere isn’t it?  I for one am kind of disappointed.  Like HTP I was hoping it made tax returns irrelevant.  Now I’ve got to continue slogging along for another month.  DAMN!

Whew! We survived!

Or, we’re just not “institutional” enough to destroy.

The Breitbartocalypse Clock stands at
OOO OO OO OO!

Of course, if it were a real Breitbartocalypse Clock, it would be running backwards.

And here I was just about to croon that song from Carol Burnett and tug on my earlobe.

Maybe Breitblart meant that the institutional lift would vanish.

Has anyone checked whether the elevators at the White House are still there?

Fifteen minutes left here on the left coast before we break off into the ocean.  So long!

Saigon… shit; I’m still only in Saigon…

The Breitbartocalypse Clock stands at
OOO OO OO OO!

Time to make the “O-Face,” Mrs. Polly!

There are no Os in this valley, Strange. Or else it would end with a bang and a whimper.