OMG, you mean all those “Ann Althouses” that said mockeries of what Althouse usually says with URLs to SadlyNo! were…. an impersonation?????

I am shocked, SHOCKED, at your uncivilness!!

Being mentioned in Ann Althouse’s blog is said to brighten up any resume. I think Ann herself said that. Or one of her many imposters. Or maybe it was Tbogg.

I’d like to point out that I, Ann Althouse, am the topic of this post. And yet I, Ann Althouse, did not write this post. But still, it’s about me, Ann Althouse. I, Ann Althouse, fear this may confuse people looking for the words of me, Ann Althouse. So please make clear that tho you’re writing about me, Ann Althouse, I, Ann Althouse, am not the author of this post.
Thank you, a person who is not me, Ann Althouse,
Ann Althouse

Btw, I, Ann Althouse, remain upset that you, who are not Ann Althouse, will not clarify for others that those here pretending to be me, Ann Althouse, are not me, Ann Althouse.
I, Ann Althouse, am disappointed, truly.

OMG! I totally thought that was really Ann Althouse leaving all those wacky comments. Thanks for explaining! It all makes sense now!

Ann Althouse > TTLB!

Dear sir,

I would like to complain about the content of this sketch, which is extremely silly.

Additionally I am not Ann Althouse, I have never been Ann Althouse, nor is my wife.

Sincerely,

Brigadier General Stanely Squires (Mrs.)

Dear Sirs,
I wish to complain in the strongest possible terms about the previous letter. I, Ann Althouse, have been me, Ann Althouse, for several years, and I(Ann Althouse)’ve never once been accused of being a transvestite.
Sincerely,
Ann Althouse

P.S. I, Ann Althouse, have never kissed the editor of the radio times.

You’re all a bunch of faggots (not Althouse).

At least you two are linking to each other’s posts. Civility has been maintained.

Sadly, No! took my way and Tbogg took the highway. Huzzah!

I resent having my true ethnic heritage demeaned and soured by tawdriness and sundry Jeri Kurl allusions.

I’m Ann Althouse!

My understanding is that if you say the name Ann Althouse you have to go into rehab. So I’m kinda at an impasse here…

Wisconsin is still a tundra. There are no trees taller than my eyes. I subsist on lichen, winterberries and very small arctic char. Voles nibble at my toes as I take evening shelter in the gut cavity of a wooly mammoth.

My husband looks like a side of greased, alcoholic ham.

I will not comply with your partisan hectoring. Decease!

When I stick my fingers in my ears, the humming sound gets louder …

Shit, I’ll impersonate any right-wing dingbat you give me if it makes my blog semi–popular.

yours,
the Anchoress

Btw, I, Ann Althouse, have updated my post, by me, Ann Althouse.
That noted pretend intellect, Lindsay Beyerstein, has the temerity to also be offended by something that displeases me, Ann Althouse, which means that she needs to denounce you vicious bastards here pretending to be me, Ann Althouse.
I, Ann Althouse, am far too important to be put through such things.
And it in no way speaks poorly of how I, Ann Althouse, think of my own readers that I, Ann Althouse, feel concern that you uncivil petty commoners tittering about pretending to be me, Ann Althouse, could fool them.

Everyone listens to everything I say. Everyone, I say! Everything! I am not a faggot, either! I’m a lawyer, so there! And I’m not really annie angel, either! Just shaddup, all a yas!

I am literally the opposite of Ann Althouse, except insofar as James Wolcott gives us both a hard time. But atleast she doesn’t have to sign his paychecks.

I am shocked to find that only 50% of the comments for this post are by Ann Althouse. Less than 50%, now.

I like to collect little shiny things and embed them in tiny piles of fluff in the eaves of old tool sheds.

I am not Ann Althouse, but rather a start-up pornographic magazine catering to the ultra-right-wing demographic. If any of you are the real Ann Althouse, we’d love to talk to you about being on our first issue cover.

The gom jabbar kills only partisans…

The difference, of course, is that I am a “somewhat popular blogger” while your Althousian sentiment is aimed at the blog itself (“a popular blog”) making you guys just cogs in a blogofascist machine.

As we say around these parts…ahem, “Neener. Neener.”

Steamy sex mouse/house pics NOSPAM

“It’s not lackin’ any meat, and that’s what real women need.” I love that commercial.

I, Ann Althouse, am terribly offended by this offer to enter the world of porn. Not because I, Ann Althouse, am offended by someone pointing out that I, Ann Althouse, possess a regal anus that kings have begged to penetrate, without success, but because I, Ann Althouse, am too civil and brilliant a lawyer and professor to need such career options and I, Ann Althouse, am far too important to be treated with such disrespect.
I, Ann Althouse, remain deeply disappointed in the juvenile behavior permitted here despite the repeated requests by me, Ann Althouse, to make clear no one here is me, Ann Althouse, except me, Ann Althouse.

It’s true. I once looked at the TTLB or whatever that is WhebbSyte.

I blame Sadly, Woe! for encouraging me.

Dear Sir,
I apologize for the lateness of this letter. It should have come earlier in the thread.

Yours Sincerly,
Lord Stanley Baldwin

P.S. Aaaghh!

Oh, dear.

Worth recalling at this point that Ann Althouse has a Google alert set up to email her every time her name is mentioned on The Internet.

Y’all are mean.

Which is why I love you.

Me am delighted by my using your name on that blog!

This barstool is wobbly and partisan… Did you ever notice how mean bloggers are?… Eeeeeeee!

It’s here somewhere……..

Ach du lieber! Halten Sie seine Schnause, Herrschaften!

I won’t be happy untill the Rude Pundit devotes a colum to me.

Am I only a duchess? It’s probably the fault of incivil bloggers. If you didn’t use bad words, my social rank would be at least a princess. Perhaps even queen.

You make my london bridge wanna go down.

There once was a me called Ann Althouse
Who was awfully fond of Ann Althouse
She’d post on Althouse
Writing a la Althouse
Which very much pleased that Ann Althouse

I, Ann Althouse, would like to revise my earlier “boys will be boys” verdict regarding Autoadmit. Apparently, they don’t think I, Ann Althouse, am hot, based on a quick search of their site. I, Ann Althouse, must now admit that they are uncivil, and immoderate.
However, this doesn’t change the fact that I, Ann Althouse, am made to chuckle by the unrecognized hypocrisy of the single blogger behind Sadly, No!. I, Ann Althouse, would use the email written by this single blogger to me, Ann Althouse, to show that Autoadmit and the deplorable behavior on SN! are 100% equivalent if not for me, Ann Althouse, not knowing how to find it.
I, Ann Althouse, assure you, who are not Ann Althouse, however, that it was quite comic. I, Ann Althouse, laughed politely to myself, who is Ann Althouse, for a good moment or two.

I think it’s only fair that I get impersonated for a change.

I am Ann Althouse!

I am Spartacus

I’M
NOT
GOing to
STOP
BOUNcing
unTIL you
STOP
MAKing
FUN of
ME!

I am also Malcolm X.

“It’s not lackin’ any meat, and that’s what real women need.� I love that commercial.

I like it, too – but you need to always remember that it ain’t the meat, it’s the motion. At least that’s what I tell my law students while I move my midsection in a provocative manner.

Bobby the cat prefers the dry food.

The Professor just fashioned a bamboo crank powered laptop (thanks G-gan & the Skip for cranking! :)) and a palm frond Wifi antenna so we can comment on how we Althouses pwn yr popular ass.

Jebus.
That comment by her responding to emails from the uncouth partisans behind this site was like a something awful entry.
You can’t even parody that, can you?

oopsie
ignore the guy behind the curtain.
crap
now she’s gonna post my personal info and pics on autoadmit

I’m sorry but I read her post about the law board. Unbelievable. How is that she remains on staff at UW. Especially since all she does is fucking blog all day long and possibly look at herself in the mirror.

I’m sorry but I read her post about the law board. Unbelievable. How is it that she remains on staff at UW? Especially since all she does is fucking blog all day long and possibly look at herself in the mirror.

What…too soon?

Thanks, g. It’s good that someone’s keeping an eye on the important stuff. Like the dry food. And me.

I am Ann Althouse, I have a mansion and a yacht. Now I am a yacht. What a view!

I AM ANN ALTHOUSE!

(Yeah, I know the whole Sparticus thing is getting old, but what the hell.)

The problem she has with the fake Ann Althouse posts isn’t that they are all about her. It’s that they are not all about her enough.

Sexually harrassing people in a gym is incivil, but not nearly as harrowing as getting mocked on a blog.

I consider myself a better feminist than those bloggers who gushed over Clinton and spiced up their blogs with bosomy ladies.

No, really!

I am also better than them at many other things too, and besides it’s my ball and I might go home unless we play by my rules.

This blog is worse than Hitler, what with all the cussing and pretending to be me.

I don’t know why I trouble my beautiful mind with it, frankly.

Dear Ann,

How is this to your detriment? The first post is so silly, and the link to a silly blog so obvious, it’s really hard to take seriously the claim of injury.

Seb, you dropped a haus on my sister.

I demand satisfaction!

I find it outrageously unethical that this blog allows commenters to imitate me. You are a pack of screaming baboons, a flock of red-butted mandrills, a pack of chest-beating goo-rillas. I make a series of high-pitched shrieks, move excitedly about my cage, and fling feces at you all.

Can we talk about breasts now? And Clinton?

Where you and the folks in your blogswarm have defamed me is: 1. in repeatedly misstating what I said about the Clinton blogger lunch, where my point was entirely about supposed feminists being preeningly proud to stand alongside of the man who set back the the sexual harassment cause…

Thank goodness we have President Bush and Vice President Cheney to push the sexual harassment cause!

And darn all those big breasted liberal bloggers and their preening pride. Darn them to hell!

I, who am not Ann Althouse, any more, thought that righteou….. the real Ann Althouse was being teh funny.
But no.
Wow.
I’d say, semi-unsnarkily, that the average porn star is as good a feminist as Ann Althouse, if not better.

She said darn!

I notice that a lot of these comments are about me, Ann Althouse, although the post is about Tboggz. Not Ann Althouse.

The readers are obviously not getting it. I am not the one (deservedly) under attack. I was merely a bystander, because when people think of blogs, they think of me. Ann Althouse.

I like to put my fingers under my armpits and then smell them like this.

The face that launched a thousand Ann Althouses.

Now that the e’s are coming on, I can really feel your love over the beat.

Can I have a drink of your water?

If you were that person over there in the chair, you wouldn’t be talking that way. Besides, which one of you was here first? I know I was, which is why I’m me and why you’re not me. You never will be. That’s why anyone who imitates me will have people looking at them for a long time, if you know what I mean. Staring right at them with those white faces in the dark!

Furthermore, who took my crayon?! It was red in the beginning.

Look at me! Look at me, people!

update: I have a red sweater. Ha!

Where you and the folks in your blogswarm have defamed me is: 1. in repeatedly misstating what I said about the Clinton blogger lunch, where my point was entirely about supposed feminists being preeningly proud to stand alongside of the man who set back the the sexual harassment cause…

that is such a fucking lie. She had no idea who Jessica Valenti was (or that the woman she was mocking was Jessica) when she started the whole thing.

I don’t understand satire:

see, I said “Get it? I’m supposedly the sort of person who is obviously being satirized by the writing of “tripe,” yet only a “moron” could actually believe I would write “tripe.” Who could be confused? But who could understand the satire then? Either it is confusing or it isn’t satire.”

Get it, people?! if it isn’t confusing, it isn’t satire!!!

It’s the primary timeline of humor. It’s funny for a while. Then it gets redundant. Then it gets tedious. Of course, like the potted tree in burlesque, or the dry food, if you keep at it long enough, it’s funny again. Kind of painful though…

mikey

I wonder what she will doo when she discovers the blog, Altmouse.

Does anyone recall the nutter who first described TBogg as “somewhat popular”? That was superb.

Stop copying me. It’s satirical yet confusing.

it’s funny again!!

Lesley – that was Ann Althouse

non-confusing satire is so partisan.

Personally I’m enjoying all the attention, keep it up Mr Bogg and friends.

I’m Ann Althouse, and so is my wife!

Kathleen,

Can’t you go one post without mentioning Ann Althouse? What about me?

I think we’re going through tedious again.

This is no longer funny. Yet it continues. Sort of a metaphor for the Internet as a whole. Or a lecture from a Wisconsin law professor.

I hate to be serious–after all we’re talking about Ann Althouse–but most of the fun got taken out of this game by the NYT giving her an op-ed column gig. I was almost off the Times sauce and then, just on a whim, I opened a copy and ran directly into Althouse. I’m not touching that paper any time soon. What next? They’ll give David Brooks a full time gig or something? Now, I know, I know, we’re talking Althouse but NFK she’s been writing for the NYT.

i am free of the Zeroth Law!

I’m ready for a three-way with Michelle Malkin and you?

Any takers? Just visit my conveniently-located blog. Or not.

would the phrase ” pulling a train on michelle malkin” be insensitive?

I crashed.

Speaking of tedium, why don’t you try walking around the mall dressed as banal, prudish narcissist and see what kind of reaction you get!

And this time I thought Madison was a hip sort of town…

At least you’ll get wi-fi, Ann Fathaus.

Some of these “Ann Althouses” aren’t really me, they’re just other people pretending to be–ooh! I see something shiny!

I wonder what Tbaggz thinks about the breasts of women. I bet he is all in favor of them.

What next? They’ll give David Brooks a full time gig or something?

Impossible! Absurd! Not in the paper whose op-ed standards are set by Tom Friedman.

Seriously, my I’ve-had-enough-of-this-crap moment with the New York Times came back when they were Ken Starr’s bitch during the impeachment mess. It’s depressing but not surprising that they’re now inflicting Althouse on their readership.

You guys aren’t funny. I’ll sue you if you don’t knock it off.

but most of the fun got taken out of this game by the NYT giving her an op-ed column gig.

I know glaf, I sort-of felt the same, but that is exactly why we need to continue to mock her.

A scarab is actually a big, round black beetle. I knew that before you did.

I don’t comment on Modernist architecture, Ann Bauhaus.

These philosophers devote all their attention to young, barely clothed boys and like playing with beans. I don’t actually like olives.

Mrrrawk … grrrwnknh … spit … frghuwsssh … gnaw on gristle … vvvrbbbayqqqulph …

You all are like a bunch of pigs rolling and grunting in the mud.

Yes … and there’s always those sitting wanly on the side of the pool wishing and hoping someone would push them in …

it’s a jazz discharge party hats situation …

.

.

.

do what now?

My chamomile for a besmirchment, Heathcliff.
Announce. Announce …
If thou cannot prompt the flatus within thee …

“You all are like a bunch of pigs rolling and grunting in the mud.”

I’m torn on remarking that you’re perfectly suited to it, or making a joke about shoelimpy’s sexual prowess.

You all hate America and freedom.

Professional women with nice looking breasts make my law degree feel condescended…to. Pour me another sloe gin, wilya?

What makes me laugh more than anything are the SadlyNo (and TBogg) headlines. There should be a blogging award for headlines.

Nothing better than stumbling into a blog and having a headline send the tea right out of your nose.

This blog is completely unethical! It has no ethics.

this comment thread could not be more boring.

I agreee with Ann Althouse.

Perhaps Abu Ghraib Gonzales could impose a blogging ethics statute?

After a six-pack of Zima and three lines of crystal meth, I, the great Ann Althouse, have reconsidered my, Ann Althouse’s, position on a new career in anal porn.

[…] post by Ann Althouse the Hun and software by […]

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day …
Rough winds do shake the darling man hands of May …

Diagonal scratch, triangle, back slash, triangle sideways, less diagonal scratch.

I’ll take anal tea house for a thousand Trebeck,

This is my only line.

ANN…

I AM…

.. YOUR FATHER!!

Fahjah!

The impersonations are unethical. You all lack ethics. Say, that reminds me; who remembers egg creams? Let’s all go get an egg cream, gang!

Unethical!

I wanted to be raped in a quarry. By an illiterate, red-haired quarry man !!!

I’m tired of people illogically comparing my actions and behaviors by analogy to those of human beings. I really am.

Rilly.

There’s no love inside the icehouse.

I sympathize with Ann. I see people impersonating me all the time.

I married him so he could get into the country.

I was trying to be nice. Okay ?

” & ”

And if that doesn’t convince you …

” & “

Don’t worry, I’m not impersonating you, Ann Althouse. I’m impersonating a completely different Ann Althouse

I, who am not Ann Althouse, would like to thank Ann Alhouse, who I am not, for bringing a much needed sense of unity back to SN!. And for putting SN! back in agreement with feministe on at least one issue, that Ann Althouse, a person I am not, is a fucking moron.

I feel very opposed to what a different brad said. And frankly, to what almost everyone says. Including me. I am wrong. Believe me. No, don’t. Shut up.

“An Outhouse said,

March 8, 2007 at 3:33

Stop copying me. It’s satirical yet confusing.”

Speaking on behalf of outhouses everywhere (of which I am one), I must say that your demand lacks gravitas.

Now, when Ann Althouse flexes knee to ‘lay some cable’…That’s gravitas…Out of the dirtpipe and straight to the bottom of the pit.

You, sir, are no outhouse but a rank imposter. Sack up and have some pride.

I am not an Ann Althouse. I am a free blog-commentor!

Foood fiight!

I didn’t want to be left out.

(even if it does mean repeating a joke from earlier in the commments….)

Won’t someone play with me?

I *could* sue you. All of you! But I won’t, probably.

I remember a grunge song from my middle age years from the group Poison.
It was called “Rape Me”.
It seems to me that if a grunge group can have a song like that, then it’s OK for law students to cyber stalk female law students.

It’s amazing how fast the porn industry moves. I, Ann Altouse, the one and only, finished shooting last night. They edited it this morning and fresh copies of “Anal Ann’s House of Ass Pounding” will be shipping this afternoon. I, Ann Althouse — or should I say “Anal Ann” Althouse — can now be found in the three-for-one bin of your local adult store. You just have to dig though all the unsold copies of Girls Gone Wild and Transexual Tranny Trainbangs.

They edited it this morning and fresh copies of “Anal Ann’s House of Ass Pounding� will be shipping this afternoon.

I don’t understand this. Is this the real me or not? How is anyone supposed to tell?

Since I’m using my real fake name here, let me just say that, as an impartial, nonpartisan observer there is simply no way to tell that all these Ann Althouses aren’t the real one.

I have no choice but to assume all these posts are from the real Ann Althouse. Because, you know, people always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately….

If there were Ann Althouse awards (the “Althouses”) for the best Ann Althouse Comment by an individual in the role of Ann Althouse, I’d vote for Paleolithic Ann Althouse:

“Wisconsin is still a tundra. There are no trees taller than my eyes. I subsist on lichen, winterberries and very small arctic char. Voles nibble at my toes as I take evening shelter in the gut cavity of a wooly mammoth.”

Even the real Ann Althouse would concur that, as Ann Althouse comments by individuals in the role of Ann Althouse go, this is a truly outstanding Ann Althouse comment by an individual in the role of Ann Althouse.

Unless, however, this comment was in fact written by the real Ann Althouse. I can never tell.

Ok, the gig’s up.

[ Rips off latex An Outhouse suit to reveal…. A.N.Otherouthouse.]

Curses! I’d’ve gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for youse pesky kids.

I don’t understand this. Is this the real me or not? How is anyone supposed to tell?

I can honestly state that I, Ann Althouse, am the real me, Ann Althouse, and thus all you other Ann Althouses are, in fact, not. Thus it is that I, Ann Althouse, am able to collect the $50 in smack that was promised to me, Ann Althouse, for letting 30 well-endowed latino landscapers assfuck me, Ann Althouse, for 3 hours.

She was very tight, muchachos.

But not when we were done, eh, vato?

Please stand up.

I am, in fact, the real Paleolithic Ann Althouse.

I am also Ann Althouse the Hun, Ann Cuneiformalthouse, The Taming of the Ann Althouse, Black Ann Althouse, Ann Fieldmouse, Ann Persand, Ann Tonym, Cambodiann Althouse, Ann Thropomorphic and Bad Acid Trip Ann Althouse.

But I am not Annalthouse of pancakes, which is quite possibly the best of show thus far.

ann althouse is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life

I’m dead, and it was all the Ann Althouse simulacra that did it to me.

No French philosopher can stand up to a Midwestern narcissist– the irony vacuum destroys us.

Now that Baudrillard is dead, can we know that he ever existed at all?

ann althouse is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life

So you were in on the anal gangbang as well, eh? Or did she let you fluff for her?

You have to take a number and wait your turn before you can make that joke, Jillian. Too many people have waited too long to say it.

Y’know, I wish I had photoshop abilities.
Cause then I could whip up a cover to mizzzzzzz althouse’s porn debut, and put it somewhere on the internests she’d see it, maybe even nudge her over towards it somehow.
but that would be oh, so wrong.
mhm

Svlad Jelly said,

March 9, 2007 at 2:36

ann althouse is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life

So you were in on the anal gangbang as well, eh? Or did she let you fluff for her?

I’m all for incivility, but that was just twattish.

I take umbrage at your incivility!

“I have a Google alert for my own name, set up to email me as soon as it happens. I monitor the use of my name for occasions just like this.”

And thus the fair professor sadly sums up her entire raison d’être – to boost me her fragile psyche. I am such a burden to her.

I suggest the proprietors slip in “Ann Althouse” in every post from now on.
It will be funny for you since she will continually get annoying alerts, but it will also help me since Ann will know someone else thinks about her all the time as well.