PIRACY!

(A FILTHY LIE)

So I was chatting with Blogless Brother Tom the other night, and it seems he's had another run-in with Evil Glenn. He'd been struggling with the set-up of his new Hackmaster 3000 Hi-Speed CD-ROM Cloning Machine...

Tom: YARRR! Shiver me timbers! Another blue screen o' death! And another half-hour wasted fiddling with this monstrosity! I'm already behind on that Hong Kong order as it is... Where did I put those instructions?

[flipping up eye-patch, revealing a good eye]

[RING... RING... RING...]

Tom: Crap! Now what? I hope it's not Gates whining about licensing fees again. $300 billion in the bank and that pussy keeps carping about a few crates of illicit knock-offs...

[reaching for the phone & knocking over a stack of CD's crudely hand-labeled "Micorsoft Windoos 2000"]

Tom: Hello?

Evil Glenn: Hey Cap'n Yo Ho. Nice eye patch. Did that parrot come with the outfit or did you steal him from a Monty Python sketch?

Tom: Blow me, Puppy Blender. I'll have you know that this is traditional ceremonial garb in my line of work, and... wait a minute... how did you know what I'm wearing?

Evil Glenn: Check the web cam behind ya, Long John.

Tom [spinning around and squinting at his computer]: What the...? How did you get control of my web cam, you commie lovin', Robot Dancing bastard?

Evil Glenn: Same way I hacked your Currency Freak brother - you clicked when you should've clacked. Gotta be careful opening attachments in those "free pr0n" e-mails.

Tom: I was researching my novel!

Evil Glenn: Whatever. *slurrrrp* - *spitooie!*

Tom: EWWWW! WHAT was that disgusting sound?

Evil Glenn: Just doing a little product development on my PuppyGainer 2000 Power Shake product. We're still having a little trouble getting the toenails out during the filtering process.

Tom: Well, dog-breath, I'd love to sit here being revolted all night, but a cloner's work is never done. I've to places to go, people to swindle, and copyrights to infringe. Here - enjoy my  cat's ass for a while.

[chucking web-cam into a nearby litter box]

Evil Glenn: How dare you resist my intrusive invasion of your privacy! I have every right to enter your home against your wishes at the time and method of my choosing! The Telemarketer's Guild shall hear of your insolence and you'll go as deaf as Rush Limbaugh from the cacauphonous din of unwanted insurance salesmen! You dirty, double-crossing, disrespectful dirt-bag!

Tom: Pirate!

[click]

INSTAPUNDO DELENDA YARRRR!

RIAA ATTACKS!

(A FILTHY LIE)

I guess I really shouldn't have published that filthy lie from by Blogless Brother Tom, because now he's on Evil Glenn's radar screen. The poor guy had just strapped on his eye patch for a relaxing evening of software piracy...

Tom: And now to grab another 25 gigabytes of copyrighted goodness from Kazaa...

[Ring... Ring... Ring]

Tom: Hello?

Evil Glenn: Hello, Blogless Brother Tom. My name is Glenn Reynolds, and I...

Tom: AAAAHHHHH! Puppy Blender!

Evil Glenn: Normally, yes, but today I'm calling on behalf of the Recording Industry Association of America. It seems that you've illegally downloaded several thousand copyrighted works over the last week, and I'm hereby informing you that the RIAA is going to sue you into oblivion.

Tom: So you DO work for Satan! But I thought you only worked in the hobo-murdering department?

Evil Glenn: Actually, I'm helping the Prince of Darkness with several of his projects in addition to the wanton slaughter of homeless ne'er-do-wells and the fanatical harrassment of people exercising their rights under the Fair Use Doctrine.

Tom: Like what?

Evil Glenn: Keeping the Cubs out of the World Series, script writing for the new season of "8 Simple Rules", and... certain... political assignments.

Tom: So YOU'RE the one who makes sure Ted Kennedy keeps getting re-elected!

Evil Glenn: Actually, that's Ba'al. My job is to keep Kucinich talking about mind-controlling space lasers & looking like a complete idiot.

Tom: But isn't that actually a GOOD thing?

Evil Glenn: As far as entertainment value, yes, but it also serves to make Howard Dean look reasonable, sane, and electable by comparison.

Dana: Did you say Howard Dean? I'll strangle you dead! RARR!

Evil Glenn: What the hell was that?

Tom: Oh, my wife's just having a few of the girls over for a quilting party. You can probably ignore that. Anyway, what do you want with me?

Evil Glenn: Well, unless you want to spend the next 20 years as Michael Jackson's love-monkey, you will immediately reformat your hard drive.

Tom: Reformat? But I'll lose everything! My music! My Photoshop! My vast collection of por... uh, my novel!

Evil Glenn: The law is the law. You just have to decide which you value more - your music or your rectal integrity.

Tom: All right, all right! Fine! You win. "format C:"

Evil Glenn: Wise choice. Now before you do the right thing, I have question...

Tom: *sniff* My Paris Hilton video clip... *sniff*... go ahead...

Evil Glenn: Are you happy with the service provided by your current long distance carrier?

Tom: What?

Evil Glenn: Sprint has many options that will allow you to...

Tom: AAAAAHHHHH! Telemarketer!

Evil Glenn: I told you I was helping Satan with some other projects. Now, have you reviewed your insurance needs lately?

Tom: You rotten, degenerate... hmmm... uh, I mean, I guess I could use a policy insure the cat against excessive hairballs or something. Why don't you hang up for a minute so I can dial up my ISP? I'll log into your web site & buy a few new policies.

Evil Glenn: Well, I'm glad to see that you're a reasonable man. You can forget about the lawsuit & keep your porn

Tom: Novel

Evil Glenn: Yeah... novel. By the way, would that "novel" of yours happen to have any penguins in it?

Tom: Penguins?

Evil Glenn: Never mind. I look forward to hearing from you.

[click]

Tom: Oh yeah. You'll hear from me all right. Now where did I put that one illegal download?... There it is! Now to adjust my eye-patch, fluff up the old parrot, and YO-HO-HO! YARRR!

Tom left something at Instapundit all right, but it wasn't an insurance contract.

Lesson learned: NEVER f*** with a pirate!

INSTAPUNDO DELENDA EST!

GLENN'S COMMERCIAL

(A FILTHY LIE)

[scene: inside Madfish Willie's Cyber Saloon]

Evil Glenn Voiceover: Are you sick of hanging out in the same sleazy bars, night after night, being tortured by lousy jokes from a talentless hack of an un-funny bartender?

Bartender:  Hey, what’s a fly’s best pick-up line?… Is this stool taken? HA!

Unamused Patron: You suck!

Bartender: Yeah, but not for free. Drop a little jingle in the tip jar, asshole.

Evil Glenn Voiceover: Pa-thetic! But now you can leave all that behind by coming to my bar, Blender's! (formerly Mudfish Billy's Virtual Tavern)

[Switch to interior of the dankest, darkest, foulest drinking establishment imaginable, as Evil Glenn steps into view]

Evil Glenn: Here at Blender's, we offer the finest drinks available in the blogosphere. We've got Mink Juleps, Poodleberry Daquiris, Terrier Toddies, and our specialty, the  Big Bucket o' Beagle - if you can drink the whole thing, it's free!

And don't forget our delicious assortment of tasty snacks - deep-fried Pomeranian Poppers, Bulldog Burgers, and Shih-Tzu-on-a-stick.

We also do our part to help the homeless here at Blender's. Every Friday, hobos get a special discount.

Evil Glenn (to disheveled customer): How's your Daschund Delight, sir?

Hobo: (munch munch) Pretty tasty, but it needs... something.

Evil Glenn: How about a little HAMMER SAUCE? [WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!]... NEVER complain about free food, you ungrateful bastard!

Anyway, we haven't forgotten about entertainment here at Blender's. Monday night is Hairy Man-Boob Wet T-shirt Night (sponsored by Angelweave). The furriest, naughtiest, nastiest male bosomage is on display for all to see. Look but don't touch! Remember - there is no sex in the Champale Cubicle!

Tuesday night we've got something to make the boys scream in lust and/or terror, as Fatty Sue peforms the always-erotic Dance of the Seven Bedsheets. WHOOO! That's HOT!

But we're also family friendly. Thursday night is kiddie's night, with readings from such classic fairy tales as "Sleeping Blender", "Blenderella", "Blenderstiltskin", and "Goldilocks and the Three Blended Puppies".

And, for you sophisticated types, every Saturday we present open mike poetry readings.

Yes, there’s something for everyone here at Blender’s. Remember to say the secret words “Hmmm. Heh. Indeed” for 50% off the regular cover charge.

That’s BLENDER’S!

CELEBRITY SPOKESMAN
(A FILTHY LIE)

I got an e-mail from my Blogless Brother Tom reporting on a frightening experience he just had while listening to the radio. Coincidentally, it also fulfills the requirements of this week’s Alliance assignment...

*****************
Harv,

I just heard this radio commercial.....

Hey kids!

Tired of the jocks pushing you around?
Are hobos kicking sand in your face?

Hi! I'm Evil Glenn Reynolds! I used to have the same problems, but I've developed a new product that makes them a thing of the past! Try my NEW Puppy Gainer 2000! The steroid-free way to bulk up fast, or for when you just need a quick energy boost before class.

AND when you send in 2 UPC labels from any size can of Puppy Gainer 2000 and add 3 easy payments of $19.95 (+ $6.66 shipping & handling), you get this great Hobo Hammer weight set, perfectly balanced for hobo-whackin’-action and chrome-plated for easy clean up. These 10 pound hammers are a great way to build your upper body FAST, and if you act now, I'll include a copy of my new workout tape "Hobo Hammering to the Oldies". Give me just 6 minutes a day, I'll have you whackin’ hobos like a pro in no time! 

You also get a blank contract for selling your soul to Satan, listing me as your sponsor(not valid in Hollywood, Las Vegas or Washington, D.C.).

Act now, and, for a limited time, I'll also include a “Penguin Love” poster, absolutely free!

So try my NEW Puppy Gainer 2000 today! In Vanilla, Chocolate Lab or new Poodleberry flavor...

...There might've been more, but I turned off the radio at that point. I really feel the need to take a shower, now. Type at you later.

Blogless Brother Tom
***********

My poor innocent blogless brother has been horribly scarred by the experience, and now he gets the twitchies every time he hears a radio station breaking for commercial.

Just one more reason...

INSTAPUNDO DELENDA EST!

HQ NEWS

Brought to you tonight by Waring - When You Care Enough To Blend The Very Best.

New Blog Showcase voting reminder (oh, crap! I still need to do that!)

An abundance of personals ads for Evil Glenn.

An update for folks looking to join the Alliance

A new Filthy Lie Assignment: Write an ad/commercial featuring Evil Glenn as the celebrity spokesman.

INSTAPUNDO DELENDA EST!

PERSONALLY YOURS, GLENN

(A FILTHY LIE)

I walked into Madfish Willie's Cyber Saloon the other night to take the edge off the work day, and saw a familiar face sitting at the bar.

Harv: Hi Trey. Don't see you in here often. What's up?

Trey: Oh, hi Harv. I've been having a rough day and I just came in to drown a few sorrows.

Harv: Mandatory diversity training getting you down again? Must be pretty bad if you're doing whiskey shots. I know you're usually more of a wine person.

Trey: Those pansy-ass diversity bigots really got me peeved, but that's not the big problem. What's troubling me is this horrifying picture. [sliding it over to me]

Harv: Oh my god! That filthy puppy-blender has gone too far this time! I'm going to hunt him down and kill him! This is obscene!

Trey: I usually don't condone gratuitous violence, but give him a groin kick for me.

Harv: Will do. By the way, why is Dana beating the crap out of Matt O'Blackfive in the corner over there?

Trey: I'm not sure. I know she's been kinda tense lately about the whole Howard Dean thing, but I don't know what set her off. All Matt said was something like "these are the worst cards I've ever seen" and Dana just started smashing beer mugs over his head. Maybe she misunderstood him?

Harv: Maybe. She's pretty fierce when she gets up a head of steam.

Trey: Yeah. But you really gotta love the way her nipples perk up when she's angry. God that's hot!

Harv: Tell me about it! I... hey, wait... I thought you were gay?

Trey: Yeah, but my inner lesbian gets the best of me sometimes.

Harv: Heh. With all the licking I do, sometimes I think I'm a lesbian myself. Anyway, I'm off to murder Evil Glenn.

Trey: Ok. Hey, Bartender! Another shot of whiskey! And how about a clean glass this time?

Dana: Did you say Howard Dean!?! I'll strangle you dead! RARRR!

Harv: Gotta go! I'll visit you in the hospital, Trey!

Trey: ACK! *gurgle*

So I went off in search of Evil Glenn, fully prepared to finish the Alliance's job once and for all. I don't usually murder non-hippies, but I just kept seeing that poor puppy's little head in my mind...

I went over to the bad part of the blogosphere to Mudfish Billie's Virtual Tavern, hoping to spot my quarry. As I walked through the doors, I immediately recognized the Dark Overlord of Cyberspace, sitting at the bar, nursing a puppy smoothie. I approached coolly...

Harv: Puppy Blender

Evil Glenn: Currency Freak.

Harv: How are you doing this fine last evening of your life?

Evil Glenn: So you've come to kill me?

Harv: In a fit of cold-blooded fury, yes.

I caressed the trigger of my Frank J. Memorial 1991.

Evil Glenn: Please do. I've got nothing left to live for, anyway.

Harv: Good! Because I'm going to give you such a shooting! DIE, you evil... Wait,... did you just say "please do"?

Evil Glenn: Yeah.

A wave of pity overcame me. I lowered the gun.

Harv: Well, not that I care, but what's the problem?

Evil Glenn: I thought I had it all: complete control of the blogosphere, a new MixMaster 3000, a great job as a law professor, loyal minions to help me murder hobos... but it all feels so... meaningless. I'm so empty inside...

Harv: So you can't get laid, then?

Evil Glenn: That's one way of putting it.

Harv: Come on, it can't be THAT bad. There must be SOMEONE out there who doesn't mind your Satan-worshiping & Robot Dancing.

Evil Glenn: If there is, I can't find her. Every woman I talk to runs away screaming.

Harv: Maybe if you wiped the puppy entrails off your chin, you could...

Evil Glenn: Don't start giving ME fashion tips! What is this? Queer Eye for the Straight Blogger?

Harv: That would be Trey's bit.

Evil Glenn: Who?

Harv: Never mind. Have you thought about maybe placing a personals ad?

Evil Glenn: A what?

Harv: A personals ad. You know, a brief description of your character and personality for placement in a newspaper to attract attention from members of the opposite sex?

Evil Glenn: Never heard of it.

Harv: You don't get out much, do you?

Evil Glenn: Does blogging count as "out"?

Harv: Look, it's easy, just decribe yourself in a short paragraph and add a little something about what you're looking for in a mate. I'll take notes.

Evil Glenn: I thought you came to kill me?

Harv: Getting you laid takes precedence here. I have my priorities.

Evil Glenn: Don't you EVER think about anything besides sex?

Harv: Sailor

Evil Glenn: Touché. Ok, take this down: "Single white pengo-sexual seeks...

Harv: Glenn...

Evil Glenn: WHAT?

Harv: Save the sicko beastiality crap for the second date. Right now let's just aim for a homo sapien

Evil Glenn: Hey! I'm strictly AC!

Harv: I said "sapien".

Evil Glenn: Oh... Sorry.... How about, "Sensitive, caring man seeks kind, considerate woman..."

Harv: Better... go on...

Evil Glenn: "... who enjoys long walks, holding hands, rainy nights by the fire..."

Harv: This is prime stuff...

Evil Glenn:"... and violently punching bloggers..."

Harv: Glenn...

Evil Glenn: WHAT?

Harv: Not everybody knows what a blogger is. They'll probably think it's a euphemism for anal sex.

Evil Glenn: Actually...

Harv: Again, second date. Try a little more subtlety.

Evil Glenn: "... and who's experienced enough to know that hind-sight is 20-20."

Harv: Better

Evil Glenn: "Come join me for a little puppy-smoo..."

Harv: Carefullll...

Evill Glenn: "puppy love. I hope that we'll find happiness together."

Harv: That was lovely *sniff*

Evil Glenn: Ok, now read that back.

Harv: "Sensitive, caring man seeks..." DIE, Puppy Blender!

Quickly I raised the gun, aimed carefully right between his damnable hobo-murdering eyes and...

Everything went black. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital next to Trey. Apparently the Evil Bartender, Mudfish Billie, had snuck up behind me while I was talking to Glenn and cold-cocked me before I could pull the trigger. Trey was recovering nicely from Dana's strangling, since Finn the Viking had distracted her with a naked