13 August 2007

New BlogFeature

by Phil Johnson

'll occasionally notice a particularly nice comment in the combox of an old thread here at PyroManiacs, or somewhere in the bowels of my former blog, and I'll think to myself, Hey, that would have been a pretty decent post in its own right. Too bad it was buried in some ridiculous thread somewhere.

So I'm going to start resurrecting some of those dead-and-buried comments from time to time. It'll save me time blogging, and it could prove fun. In fact, let's start with an amusing one from my original blog. This comment's nearly two years old, but just as timely as ever:


By now, you should know better than to use humor on my blog. There are people watching on the periphery of this place who can quite easily get seriously injured if you're the least bit wry, mischievous, sarcastic, ironic, sardonic, or (heaven forbid) derisive.

Let me try to draw a timely parallel for you:

Intellectually, PyroManiac[s] is what you might call "a low-lying community." (I'd like to deny that, but let's be completely honest.) Posting a sarcastic remark or a caricature of any kind is the psychological equivalent to breaching the levy that holds the waters of post-modernism at bay.

I BEG you: don't do it again.

--Phil Johnson

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PS for Dan and Frank: these are even more bumpable than my typical posts.


Stefan Ewing said...

As there's no link, are readers supposed to guess who the comment was in reply to and over what?

I cheated and Googled, but won't spoil the fun by giving the answer away.

Phil Johnson said...

I figured the original context was irrelevant, because my point was about how the comment itself applies to current events just as nicely as it did in its original context.

FX Turk said...

That's not funny, dude.


Stephen Newell said...

I don't know whether to laugh or bury my face in my hands and shake my head.

Phil, you just have this...way.

You are truly a Jedi Master at this.


DJP said...

He is.

He is the Duke of Deft.

Neil said...

Passing off old bones as content...

Indolence, I say.

joey said...


Anonymous said...

Snap snap, grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more?

Kay said...

gah! First AOmin, now here - why can't I escape monty python jokes at the moment?

Anonymous said...


It's something no one would expect- much like the Spanish Inquisition!

I will now go punish myself by sitting in the comfy chair.

Kay said...

Hit him with the cushions!



Solameanie said...


You'd best not look at too many of my comments, as I reference Python frequently. (smile) I guess the main reason is that I view the Emergent Church largely in Pythonesque terms. I can't help it. Whenever I read their theology or their comments on blog posts, I always think for a split second that I am reading dialogue written by Eric Idle or John Cleese. With one key difference. The Emergents are perfectly serious, which is yet another comic element.

Comic, until the reality of just how sad it all is hits you.

Anonymous said...

The outright denial of those in said "conversation" remind me of this dialog:

"Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now."

"No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!"

"The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead."

"Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!"

Stefan Ewing said...

Ack! No, not Monty Python! No more, I tells ya!

Phil: Point taken. It stands on its own merits.

Kay said...

*bangs* *head* *against* *keyboard*

Stefan Ewing said...

Fawlty Towers is more my thing these days, anyhow..."Basil!"

Solameanie said...


At the end of Alan Parsons' latest CD, "A Valid Path," there is a great clip of John Cleese that also applies to the "conversation." I can't remember it verbatim, but it's something like this:

"How much longer is this going on? I mean it just keeps rolling on and on and on and on, sonny! Now, what year did Cardinal Richelieu die? 1642. THAT's the sort of interchange we should be having, not these silly, rambling expurgations of your subconscious. Now, come along son."

This is getting dangerous. Now it might be Monty Python, but after enduring several more sessions of EC angst, we might find ourselves humming old Joan Baez songs and making tie-dye.

Stefan Ewing said...

Oh, the horror!