What we wank about when we wank about wanking

Rachel Maddow found PolitiFact beautiful once.

Okay, that’s weird. I just spent my lunch hour making fun of Eric Wemple at the Washington Post for his blog entry “The Maddow/Politifact Clash,” only to find that it’s been yanked. His angle seemed to be “well, she may have a problem with PolitiFact now, but she didn’t always feel that way, and as evidence of her hypocrisy, here’s a transcript from her show well over a year ago.”

I think maybe they took it down for editing—I was gonna bust his chops for what may be the most incoherent post of its type ever published (no indenting, no italics, no differentiation whatsoever between post proper and citations, plus whole chunks of repeated text and a couple of paragraphs that began with a sentence already in progress), so hopefully he or somebody read the same post I did and acted appropriately.

Going back through his archives, he’s not exactly a PolitiFact defender, so maybe he realized how dumb his thesis was and just nuked it outright; shame, I was looking forward to comparing it to wedding vows being used as evidence in a divorce hearing or something. Maybe he was just dicking around and didn’t intend for it to go live in the first place? That’d be embarrassing, kinda like that time I put up a clip to see if Metacafe embedding codes worked here (they don’t), and then closed the post but forgot to hit update, resulting in a blank space at the top of the front page for, like, twenty minutes. Boy, was there egg on my face when that happened, about a half-hour ago.

Yes, I realize this is the exact opposite of fascinating to you, the reader, but I rarely see things happen in real time on the internet, indulge me. And what’re you complaining about? You just got five seconds of Bruce Campbell you wouldn’t've had otherwise. Women want him, men want to be him!

UPDATE: It’s back now, with a layout, a premise, and a conclusion that all make sense, though I disagree a bit with that last one, and if I was a halfway-decent blogger I’d go into that in some detail, but I’m terribly consumed at the moment with the “Parker needs to go out and pee” imperative. Thank you for joining us here on “Who Watches the Watchdogs When They Don’t Think They’re Being Watched Because They Could’ve Sworn They Clicked that Box, Dammit.”

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Comment by Jimbo316 on 02/23/12 at 06:28 PM

That’d be embarrassing, kinda like that time I put up a clip to see if Metacafe embedding codes worked here (they don’t), and then closed the post but forgot to hit update, resulting in a blank space at the top of the front page for, like, twenty minutes.

See, gil, sometimes you have to just brazen these things out, like a cat that takes a tumble then cleans itself vigorously with the air of “So? I meant that to happen.”

I saw your post, which indeed consisted of the title

What we wank about when we wank about wanking

and noted the extensive blank space below it, and thought, “Well, OK, a bit meta/surreal for a Thursday afternoon, but I got nothin’ myself at the moment.”