What the hell is going on?

I feel like the kid who goes to a new school, works very hard to make new friends, and then all of his friends move away.

Sigh.

Well kids, it’s been fun...

Mind you, while this is my two year anniversary with Six Meat Buffet, it is my 12th year of using the Smantix pseudonym. 12 years. There comes a point where you wonder where the real you ends and the “fake internet you” begins. I say “a point where you wonder” because I don’t have that problem. The only thing I have never done is try to strangle that interlocutor between my thoughts and a keyboard and let the chips fall.

Needless to say, that interlocutor has since been chopped into little pieces and now decides what the popsicles say to the Omaha Steaks in my basement deep freezer.

Thanks to everybody who took the time to read and bitch and link and comment over these last two years. For all three people who liked what I did, you were an finite source of inspiration...

Combined with the carnage left yesterday , I am simply reeling.



Smantix is a hell of a writer...and a good friend. I'll miss his missives, and his affection for Cynthia McKinney:

Live Blogging at Prickfest

6:30pm: The convention is called to order. Sergeant-at-arms Preston Taylor Holmes presiding. Our convention center meeting room is packed:

6:40pm: Father Guido Sarducci gives the invocation:





6:45pm: Toni leads a panel discussion on John McCain: mean $#%&ing clueless bastard. It is agreed...John McCain might be a prick, but he is not a Prick.

7:15pm: Cranky gives an impassioned speech...why Collective Soul is the "greatest band of all time":

7:40pm: The nomination of Collective Soul as "greatest band of all time" is not seconded. Heated discussions abound until Vinnie takes control of the convention by imposing his own version of martial law. As nobody wants to mess with Vinnie, a compromise candidate as "greatest band of all time" is elected:






8:00pm: Dinner is served. Can you believe this?:

8:45pm: Keynote speaker Jimmie "JJ" Walker steps to the podium to give us his brilliant assessment of the US economy:

9:00pm: An aside...where the hell is C-Span?





9:30pm: T-man holds court...why NASA is a big waste of money.





10pm: Smantix leaves the room to take a whiz. Big mistake. Merri quickly moves to nominate Smantix as our 2008 IPP nominee. I second the nomination. The votes are tallied and the vote is unanimous. The process takes 55 seconds.





10:02pm: (Nobody tell Smantix. He still doesn't know).





10:15pm: The 2007 IPP convention is formally closed. Nothing seems to have been accomplished, yet everything has been. The world has been changed and a great movement has been born. The Pricks adjourn here to comtemplate:





12:30am Mrs. Smantix wins first annual IPP pool tournament...promises to put new pool table in the White House:

(not really Mrs. Smantix...as far as you know)

1:15am: Milk and Oreos. Good night.

Yearly Kos we are not...

...and "Amen" to that.

Tonight is the big event here in Nashville. Preston sadly informs us that he was unable to get Fred Thompson to speak...however he was able to procure Jimmie "JJ" Walker as our keynote speaker:




Dy-no-mite!

Nashville is not talking...

...but it is strumming and singing.



Flew from La Guardia today to Nashville to meet up with some Pricks. While boarding the plane, there were a half dozen dudes cramming their guitars into the overhead compartments.



So I'm thinking to myself..."hey, I'm stuck on a flight with a bunch of guys going to Nashville trying to become the next Vince Gill.



Not that I'd have the slightest idea of who Vince Gill is. Other than he is a country singer. I think.



Then I get on the plane and this old lady approaches me with a pen and a magazine cover. Finally...this blog has made me noteworthy! As I reach for the pen to give her my autograph, she stops short and hands the pen to this guy:

Of course he wasn't dressed like that, he was in a white t-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. Imagine, dressing like that for a first class seat.

Well, at least he was sitting next to a very attractive woman:

I wasn't sure who she was, but I guess she's some kind of musician as well.

Now what the hell were these bumpkins doing in New York?

Oh.

C-Ya!

Hey y'all...gonna be travelling for 10 days. However unlike some lazy-ass bloggers, I'll have a lap top with me and will be checking in periodically.


First stop...Cooperstown, New York for the induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame of Anthony Keith Gwynn:




I'll be spending the rest of the week in New York, where maybe I'll see a show, maybe go to a few great restaurants, or maybe I'll just look at strange people:





Then it's off to Nashville, Tennessee for the first annual Insufferable Pricks Party Convention...otherwise known as Prickfest:

Scheduled to appear at Prickfest:

The Boyz at Six Meat Buffet

Vinnie and Merri

Beth from MVRWC

Linda from Something...and Half of Something ...

And perhaps a few other assorted characters. Expect limited reportage from the convention as the goings-on are a continuation of that Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy.

Until I check in:

Pricks Rock!

My new Prick friends have some awesome taste in music:



The Insufferable Pricks Party throwdown is in 3 weeks. Looking forward to meeting y'all!

Is Iowahawk a big enough Prick?

Dave Burge (Iowahawk) has announced his candidacy for the Presidential race of 2008. However, he has not chosen a party affiliation for this run.

As a delegate of the Insufferable Prick Party, I am strongly considering nominating Iowahawk at our upcoming convention , based on his stand on immigration:

We are a nation of immigrants. But whether our ancestors came here through Ellis Island, the Bering Straits Ice Bridge or by intergalactic transporter beam, we must face the fact that our current immigration system is broken. As President, I will make securing the border my top priority. Unfortunately, the Congress has been slow to approve funding for fences and other barriers to illegal immigration. That's why I have proposed wacky Roadrunner-style misdirection signs along the border that read "ESTADOS UNIDOS -- THIS WAY." Hopefully, this will totally confuse illegal border hoppers and their "coyotes," and they will stay up in Canada where they belong.

I hope Iowahawk strongly considers running as a Prick. He needs stiff support and as a Prick, Iowahawk can insert himself firmly into the 2008 Presidential race.