Snark and Sex

Snark and Sex.

That's what this blog needs more of.

If I wanted to become a blogstar like the folks at
Gawker, or Wonkette, or their owner, Nick Denton, who clears about $80,000 a year on each, according to this Wired.

But what's the point. I'm not young or hip enough to be snarky.

If I've got to become "Gossipy, raunchy, potty-mouthed," or a foulmouthed, inaccurate, opinionated little vixen" as a piece in the New York Times described Wonkette as being, well, I'd rather not.

Plus if you've ever seen me, I'm not vixen. (My wife says my new haircut makes me hot, but I think she needs new glasses).

As far as the sex goes, I like it as much as the next guy, but online--it's just not happening. This porn thing was okay when we were teenagers sneaking into our neighbor's shed to catch a peek at his Playboys, but on the web? We created this high tech web of incredibly fast machines so million of people can look at Paris Hilton "butt-nekkid," as The Boondocks puts it.

No matter what the pop-ups say, no hot, naked chics (or men) want to spend time with me, you, or anybody else. It's not happening, not on this site.

So I'm stuck. No blogstarring role for me anytime soon.

Still, it's not all bad. According to Wired, Denton is cheap--paying the Wonkette about $24,000 a year.

That's way too cheap for a hot stud like me.

BTW, if you've not heard this Richard Thompson song that Doug LeBlanc at Getreligion.org found, you've got to listen to it right now. It's about a possible Janet Jackson's new job as wetnurse. That's all I am going to say.