After reading Jeff Lieber's scathing clue-by-four delivered to McCain's bestest Googler, I wondered why right-wing morons continued to cling to the idea that bloggers are basement-dwelling Cheetoh-eaters.
Perhaps that's all they know; you have to wonder if that's part of their job description when they advertise for blog jockeys to contract. Can't you picture it? "Must be living at home in the basement of their married parents; those with parents of one-man-one-woman need only apply."
Which sets me to wondering, especially after seeing and meeting so many of you at last year's YearlyKos and this year's Netroots Nation conventions: where do you eat your Cheetohs, fellow blogger? What disqualifies you for the right-wing blog monkey job description?
I blog from numerous places, including my McMansion in this upscale neighborhood in which I live with my 2.5 kids and an executive spouse. Last week I blogged from a northern beach at my folks' summer place -- but not from the basement, sorry.
And the last time I ate Cheetohs, I kept them well and away from any blogging; I hate getting food debris on my laptops' keys, sets a bad example for the kids.
But what about you? I know some of you shoot Goldfarb's stereotype in the keister, blogging from your farm or blogging from the airport between flights around the world.
Do tell:
-- do you blog from your own home or an apartment?
-- do you blog from the library or from school?
-- do you blog while eating Cheetohs?
-- or do you blog while eating something other than Cheetohs?
-- pie...
And have you ever, ever blogged from your parents' basement? In my case, never; the last time I was in my folks' basement near a computer was in the early/mid-1980's, when my dad showed off his new portable KayPro system, back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth, before the dawn of blogs.
They even had Cheetohs in those days.