The Fredösphere

So I'm surfing the web today and everywhere I turn something's making me laugh?  When did they start allowing humor on the internet?  The change must be the result of one of those zany end-of-administration executive orders that presidents always indulge in.  Anyway . . . .

Soho the Dog gives us Superlenny and his arch-nemisis Igor in graphic novel form.

Colby Cosh finds life imitates TV comedy in one of those connect-the-dots moments that Cosh delivers reliably on a regular basis.  Superjuice!  Unbelievable.

My own modest contribution to the Gross International Amusement Index was my Nixon Et Messiaen post.  It received an Alexplosion of traffic (for which I am grateful) but it is old news by now.  What is new news is that several people were sucked in by the post's seductive alternate history and believed (no doubt wanted to believe) in a Nixon whose paranoia was all-embracing, even including the machinations of modernist French composers.  See the first comment of the post, which hints at credulity, or go to the blog Dazzleship Potemkin of my new friend "Maréchal TULIP" and read his full confession.

Labels: Composer, fun