August 5th, 2009

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I don't think she's being nearly snotty enough, tbqh

Megan McArdle tees off on Ezra Klein, wunderkind of the Juice Box Mafia that seems to be making a (weak) case for being the Vicious Circle of the 21st century.

It's a weak case, because instead of being witty, knowledgeable men and women of the world with something interesting to say, the Juice Box Mafia are a bunch of over-educated, ignorant yentas who think they know it all and would be only too happy to school us ignorant rubes on the way the world ought to be. You know, the "best and the brightest", version 2.0, only without the World War II experience - or any damn experience, really. Perhaps worst of all, these thimblewits show zero intellectual curiosity and seem to be of the opinion that anything they don't know isn't worth knowing, which in 21st Century America is a dangerous delusion, especially if you're in the business of opining in public. They may consider the term a badge of honor, but that just supplies further proof of what idiots these people are.

So, no, Megan, you weren't too snotty. I'd say you weren't snotty enough by half. They deserve all the mockery and ridicule the market can bear, and then some. Too much ought to be just about right for those people.

Hump Day busyness

Finished working on the APAzine and the cover, stuffed it into a thumb drive since I was out of black ink, and headed out to take care of business. Unfortunately, printing the zine was a painful process that made me wish for a moment that I'd just gone to Kinko's, but eventually the zine and covers were done and I cashed in my Staples Rewards voucher so that the whole deal (OK, except for the covers) was free.

It wasn't until I'd sent the whole package off to Judie, who is wielding the Velveeta baton this month while Jeanne is off slacking at the Worldcon, that I realized I'd forgotten to pick up more ink for my printer. :(

I then had some great hummus and an equally horrible shawirma (PICKLES???) at the Mediterranean joint across from the Post Office, and headed home by way of the Harris Teeter, where I indulged in a pork BBQ sub to get the taste of that shawirma out of my mouth. I suspect I won't be having much in the way of dinner tonight. Along with the sub, I picked up some pork steaks, two pounds of ground beef for $1.99, and some organic yogurt which hopefully won't taste like dreck. At two for a buck it won't be a big loss if it is.

I may be going out later (after the rush hour!) to get the black ink and pick up some vampire hunter novels by Julie Kenner, who seems to have gotten a decent run of "Buffy as Soccer Mom" books onto the market. I remember looking at the first one a few years back but not doing anything about it; tonight we'll find out if my gut reaction was right.