Update II: For those of you who are too young or did too much acid in the 70's:
There was a SNL sketch where a late night radio talk show host was trying to get callers. He started out with, "Abortion! I love 'em!", or some such nonsense. Nothing. He tried talking about religion. Crickets. Then he asked, "Crushed ice, or cubed?" and the lines lit up.
As an experiment, this went badly, just like that sketch. One positive note: I got 3 votes for 'I just contributed to El' in the ice preference poll. Next time I'll ask whether it's raining or sunny where you live. </snark>
Or maybe I'll leave out the sarcasm and get back to thoughtful diaries.
I figured I'd do what some others do: create an outrageous headline, steal attention from the other important diaries, and maybe freep my way onto the rec list.
And shame on all you 'BREAKING!!!!!!!! authors who don't actually break anything except my chops. Sorry to the rest of you.
But I DO have a point, and that is with all of the diaries out there, some really good ones go to waste because of all of the sensational ones taking up space.
The 'Trig is Bristol's baby' thread comes to mind.
OK, now that I have your attention, self promotion. I have written three diaries, two substantive, on the 6th district of MN, trying to call attention to 1) Michelle Bachmann's craziness; 2) The district's makeup and how this election must be fought and possibly won; and 3) Why we should contribute to her opponent, El Tinklenberg. Also, not to brag, but I pointed out the racism in Bachmann's new talking points on the financial meltdown before Think Progress did.
And I'm not even the first here to point this new talking point out. So please take some time and read diaries not on the rec list once in a while.
Also, please read my other diaries. Please contribute to El.
I'll put something thoughtful up again soon.
Update: And as someone pointed out, half of this is snark, and half is to point out attention to the MN-06 race, you know, the one to get rid of that batsh!t crazy Michele Bachmann. It ISN'T about me.
Oh, and as long as I'm having fun, look at my new lawn sign.