The maiden voyage of the Carnival of the Elitist Bastards has sailed at En Tequila Es Verdad. At last! The entries are incredible.
To my contributors: I'm so proud of you all. We've got something very special started here.
Make sure you all get announcements up at your blogs. Your readers need to know you're a proud Elitist Bastard today!
To carnival goers: What the hell are you doing hanging about here? Go have fun! And think about submitting for the next Carnival of the Elitist Bastards yourselves!
Now if you'll excuse me, your carnival barker is going to go crawl into bed and sleep for about ten years...
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Kaden Adds to Our Decor - Bigtime
Paul's finally got some help with the graphics! Kaden just dropped a ton o' good stuff in my inbox for ye to choose from:
Black badge
Black badge
Monogram badge
Nametag badge
I'll load them into the sidebar as soon as I've got a bit more time. In the meantime, feel free to filch them from this post. And don't forget that Paul has your Elitist Bastards right in the sidebar! We're spoiled for choice now, and there's only going to be more where all this comes from.
If you've created Carnival art, drop me a note or post it up!
Submissions!
Just a few hours left! If you're planning to sail with us, time to jump on board.
Gmail's acting strangely. To be safe, cc me on your submissions: dhunterauthor at yahoo dot com.
Here's the list of contributors so far:
Brian
Ames
Etha
Lirone
Blake
Mike
Efrique
Cousinavi
Bitter
John Pieret
George W.
Paul
NP
If you don't see your name on the list, and it should be there, please do resubmit your link to me at dhunterauthor at yahoo dot com.
Paul's got some new badges up in the sidebar - WE HAZ ELITUST BASTARDETTES!! Grab a badge, show your Elitist Bastard pride, and have your grog ready for the maiden voyage on Saturday!
Gmail's acting strangely. To be safe, cc me on your submissions: dhunterauthor at yahoo dot com.
Here's the list of contributors so far:
Brian
Ames
Etha
Lirone
Blake
Mike
Efrique
Cousinavi
Bitter
John Pieret
George W.
Paul
NP
If you don't see your name on the list, and it should be there, please do resubmit your link to me at dhunterauthor at yahoo dot com.
Paul's got some new badges up in the sidebar - WE HAZ ELITUST BASTARDETTES!! Grab a badge, show your Elitist Bastard pride, and have your grog ready for the maiden voyage on Saturday!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The Deadline Fast Approacheth
Get those Elitist Bastard submissions in to elitistbastardscarnival@gmail.com by end of day Friday, May 30th. Our maiden voyage launches on Saturday, May 31st, at En Tequila Es Verdad. Don't miss the boat!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Ideas, Anyone?
Kaden's creating our title bar graphic. I'm thinking black background, gold script, with Adlai Stevenson's quote and perhaps Paul's badges worked in. Any other ideas? Please?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Quotes?
I have a fairly easy javascript random quotes script template that could go in our sidebar, so if people have elitist quotes, I would be happy to put together a random quotes section....
The Consolation of Elitism
There's a peculiar double standard about intellectualism in America. A college education is valued, but only so long as you don't carry your "college educated snobbery" into your everyday interactions. If a presidential candidate graduated from Yale, that's a point in his favor, but only so long as he still comes across as a guy you'd like to have a beer with. It's good to know SAT vocabulary words, so long as you don't actually use them in conversation. And if you do try to step outside the comfortable boundaries of prosaic discourse, you're labeled an elitist.
It's hard being an elitist in today's society. The word itself has, much like "pretentious," become a catch-all insult to describe anyone whose intellectual interests delve into things that your "average Joe" wouldn't understand. The word could signal the end of a politician's career.
But at least the elitist can console himself with the fact that he's not living a lie.
It's hard being an elitist in today's society. The word itself has, much like "pretentious," become a catch-all insult to describe anyone whose intellectual interests delve into things that your "average Joe" wouldn't understand. The word could signal the end of a politician's career.
But at least the elitist can console himself with the fact that he's not living a lie.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
We Need Some Elitist Bastardettes
As I gaze upon the badges that Paul has so lovingly created, uttering sounds of delight at each one, I notice one niggling detail: they're all boys.
And I can't think of some decent Elitist Bastardettes to make into badges. I may be a woman, but I'm apparently a misogynist.
Etha suggested Simone de Beauvoir, and that's a wonderful start, but we need more. Nominate Elitist Bastardettes in the comments, if you please.
And I can't think of some decent Elitist Bastardettes to make into badges. I may be a woman, but I'm apparently a misogynist.
Etha suggested Simone de Beauvoir, and that's a wonderful start, but we need more. Nominate Elitist Bastardettes in the comments, if you please.
I'm An Idiot of an Elitist
Heh heh heh, silly me! I just discovered that on Blogger, you can grant Admin privileges to the authors on the blog. For those of you who've asked for the keys to the kingdom, once you've accepted your authorhood, I'll be clicking the magic button so you can have your way with the place without having to sign in as me.
I still have plenty of keys for them as wants 'em. Let me know at elitistbastardscarnival@gmail.com.
I still have plenty of keys for them as wants 'em. Let me know at elitistbastardscarnival@gmail.com.
Blog Links
I've put up some links to blogs I know are participating in the Carnival. If you're participating in the Carnival and don't see your blog linked to in the sidebar, please contact me at sunstone [dot] paul [at] gmail [dot] com. Or, alternatively, leave your link in the comments on this post. Thanks!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
My Signature Poem
“The 21st Century”
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer hear,
because they have surrendered
their ears.
And instead they survive
every second by shooting
a drug called apathy
directly into their veins.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer see,
because they have gouged
their eyes.
And instead they cope
worm like by following
the noise of culture
blaring from every corner.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer taste,
because they have severed
their tongues.
And instead they seek
sensations by observing
the suffering and
disasters of others.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer feel,
because they have flayed
their skin.
And instead they crave
nourishment by rooting
in putrid refuse
heaped in the gutter.
In the 21st Century.
people can no longer care,
because they have siphoned
their brains.
And instead they grope
hopelessly for understanding
by desperate fondling
of the drug called apathy.
Brian A. Fowler
I submit this poem to be adopted by the Elitist Bastards as the standard to be carried to the barricades. Well maybe not the barricades, maybe a fair distance back. Oh who are we kidding, let's just hang out in a cafe drinking and smoking and bemoaning the lack of culture. If that was good enough for the icons in the Golden Age of Reason, it's good enough for us.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer hear,
because they have surrendered
their ears.
And instead they survive
every second by shooting
a drug called apathy
directly into their veins.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer see,
because they have gouged
their eyes.
And instead they cope
worm like by following
the noise of culture
blaring from every corner.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer taste,
because they have severed
their tongues.
And instead they seek
sensations by observing
the suffering and
disasters of others.
In the 21st Century.
People can no longer feel,
because they have flayed
their skin.
And instead they crave
nourishment by rooting
in putrid refuse
heaped in the gutter.
In the 21st Century.
people can no longer care,
because they have siphoned
their brains.
And instead they grope
hopelessly for understanding
by desperate fondling
of the drug called apathy.
Brian A. Fowler
I submit this poem to be adopted by the Elitist Bastards as the standard to be carried to the barricades. Well maybe not the barricades, maybe a fair distance back. Oh who are we kidding, let's just hang out in a cafe drinking and smoking and bemoaning the lack of culture. If that was good enough for the icons in the Golden Age of Reason, it's good enough for us.
Submissions Wanted for the First Ever Carnival of the Elitist Bastards!
The time has come. Elitist Bastards, Unite!
The maiden voyage of the Carnival of the Elitist Bastards will be launching from En Tequila Es Verdad on May 31st, 2008.
Get your Elitist Bastard submission in to elitistbastardscarnival@gmail.com by the end of day Friday, May 30th, to join us on this historic launch.
And no, it's not a three-hour tour.
No, we're not the Titanic!
Think more like H.M.S. Victory, the spectacular ship of the line that Lord Nelson commanded when he triumphed over Napoleon at the Battle of Trafalgar.
And, just as Nelson defeated Napoleon, we shall defeat the agents of ignorance. Or at least give them a ringing smack.
Look, I know Lord Nelson died in that battle. That's not the bloody point! Stop taking your metaphors so seriously and get to writing your Elitist Bastard goodness.
The maiden voyage of the Carnival of the Elitist Bastards will be launching from En Tequila Es Verdad on May 31st, 2008.
Get your Elitist Bastard submission in to elitistbastardscarnival@gmail.com by the end of day Friday, May 30th, to join us on this historic launch.
And no, it's not a three-hour tour.
No, we're not the Titanic!
Think more like H.M.S. Victory, the spectacular ship of the line that Lord Nelson commanded when he triumphed over Napoleon at the Battle of Trafalgar.
And, just as Nelson defeated Napoleon, we shall defeat the agents of ignorance. Or at least give them a ringing smack.
Look, I know Lord Nelson died in that battle. That's not the bloody point! Stop taking your metaphors so seriously and get to writing your Elitist Bastard goodness.
Housewarming Party!
Welcomes! Come right in, pour yourself a drink, throw something energetic on the stereo, and let's get cracking on sprucing the place up.
I figure we can use the comments thread here for opinions, input, suggestions, and requests. Please use it before you mess about with something that one of your fellow decorators has worked hard on - i.e., if you have the most brilliant idea evah for the header but someone's already beautified it, ask here before you get to the modifying. But if there's blank real estate, it's yours to have your way with.
Enjoy!
I figure we can use the comments thread here for opinions, input, suggestions, and requests. Please use it before you mess about with something that one of your fellow decorators has worked hard on - i.e., if you have the most brilliant idea evah for the header but someone's already beautified it, ask here before you get to the modifying. But if there's blank real estate, it's yours to have your way with.
Enjoy!
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