Barbaro: Still Dead
Had enough horsemeat yet? Don’t even get us started on local TV news coverage of St. B ‚Äî which one of you freaks is gonna be the first with a story on how Barbaro’s face will appear on some old lady’s piece of toast? ‚Äî but we gotta say, our local written-word colleagues are working overtime. Top honors seem to be split: First, there’s the Inquirer‘s five-page special section. Five fucking pages, people ‚Äî did Frank Sinatra even get that much? (Excerpted from there is the chartograph at left.) But our fave is PhiladelphiaWillDo’s taxonomy of the Barbaro message board culture. Daniel McQuade has split ‘em all up into easily-to-handle, hard-to-believe categories. Among them: Anthropomorphic Barbaroites, People With The Last Name Barbaro, Blarbaro Blovers, People Who Write Fan Fiction About Barbaro’s Death and so on. You absolutely do not need to read this, but fuck it, if you’re reading this, you might as well.
January 30th, 2007 at 4:41 pm
aren’t you beating a dead horse simply by mentioning this?
January 30th, 2007 at 4:45 pm
About ninety percent of the viewer emails I read at work this morning were related to that horse. People are feeling the loss. I’m over it.
January 30th, 2007 at 4:56 pm
I like to think of that Beat Kids segment of Wonder Showzen where the child goes to Philadelphia Park racetrack and asks what happens to the horses that lose.