I can't believe people still buy calendars. Nowadays, it is either digital for me or I print off single pages month to month and stick them on the frig. $24.95 is outrageous. But if I wanted to buy a calendar, I'd want eye candy, maybe one with hunky military guys, not Charles Johnson sand, sea, and sidewalks.

Oh, eck! You may wish to change the URL to the Lulu webpage so we don't have to stop at LGF first. You just know he's collecting our IP addresses for . . . something or someone. Brrrr!!

I'm with Joan. No linkies for Jarles Chonston, ever.

And for the ladies, don't forget LGF's "Hunks of the Internet" calendar, featuring Charles Johnson, Markos Moulitsas, Perez Hilton, James Wolcott and eight other heartthrobs of ambiguous sexuality!

I have gigabytes of photos almost as bad as those on my hard drive. Cash Cow!

That caption beneath the rusty lock - Up Close and Impersonal . . . wicked, wicked, wicked. Loved it.

Thanks for the distraction.

Now back to Climate Gate.

Gagdad, please let me know where to buy those calendars. I need several, let me see, there's MoDo, the WH resident Klingon, Ms. Mitchell, Kiss'n'tell Couric ... so many gifts checked off the list in so little time!

I applaud your use of the adverb edition of "slattern". A wonderfully evocative word, woefully underused.

I always wait until after Jan 1st, and get calendars cheap at the bookstore that way.

$24.99? That's comedy gold.

Perhaps LGF has not heard if Photoshop. A few seconds in Camera Raw fix the mush of the sky, water and land. I highly recommend Scott Kelby -- he can show ya.

"These are the landscapes suicides see just before they pull the trigger."

Oh my, remind me to never show you my photo collection. Ouch!

Gerard, this is a masterpiece of satire. You've totally outdone yourself. Oh, wait... you've got to be kidding me! This is real?

I guess Excitable Chucky figures this is going to be a bad Christmas season for Amazon.com click-thrus.

Obama on the tube
LGF calendar on the wall...

Now lock the radio into one of those cool jazz muzak stations, get yourself a year's supply of Xanax, and get busy forgetting that 2010 ever happened. Oh wait. It hasn't started yet.

JWM

As for the October calendar, the distance precludes that the object at the distant interface 'twixt sand and sea is a person of any sort.

Deduction alone affords that it can but be an illegal sewage standpipe, spewing out filth and despoiling all who come within it's foul reach.

It can not be anything other than Charles' self-portrait.

Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX

So that's what they meant when they said, "loonar calendar."

Ceterum censeo it's a good thing everyone's treating the John as a joke. It was much less pleasant when, in the dim and not-so-distant past, people took him seriously.

"Landscape suicides" -- very perceptive. CJ's photos are always soulless. Which is remarkable. Wouldn't you think that occasionally - accidentally, even - CJ would snap a photo with a bit of life in it???

But the gaze of CJ's camera sucks the life out of his subjects...vampire-like.