How To Get Rupe To Blog

So my longest-serving college roommate and archnemesis Chickenboy emailed me a link to Hot Air at work yesterday. I think both of us do most of our web surfing and Jonah Goldberg-emailing at work. In his case, I guess that means he's got better bandwidth. In my case, that means streaming video is pretty likely not going to work, and I'd rather not advertise to the people I work with that I'm watching streaming video.

Anyhow, he usually sends me the link, I email the link to my home account, and watch it there, if it's a taser video. Otherwise.... bleh. But the little nerd insisted I watch it at work.

So what does he send me?

Her.

After the swath of devastation wrought by Ann Coulter's mouth, I'd forgotten conservative commentatrices could be bearable, or in this case, a couple of levels above bearable. And the accent was a pleasant surprise.

Thanks, Chickenboy. You've now proven yourself not-useless. Once.