Although I’m a week behind in nearly everything it seems (bills, reading, work), I can’t resist sharing this wonderfully biting blog post (not quite a week old) from Dick Cavett. Who knew Cavett was a blogger now? Not me. As a pre-teen, I watched Cavett’s talk show and even then knew that what I was watching was slightly left of center, slightly rebellious, just as the Smothers Brothers were. Cavett’s blog is no less entertaining. His latest post laments “The Wild Wordsmith of Wasilla,” punctuated parenthetically with wry asides like this:
(In passing, has anyone observed that hunting animals with high-powered guns could only be defined as sport if both sides were equally armed?)
And this typically deadpan observation:
It’s admittedly a rare gift to produce a paragraph in which whole clumps of words could be removed without noticeably affecting the sense, if any.
Contented sigh. My blogosphere is complete.
