Vanity Fair scribe and blogger-come-lately James Wolcott is finally beginning to grok the new medium he's adopted.
In today's dispatch, Wolcott stops sticking it to pundits and politicos and plugs (har har) colonoscopy, telling us of his own recent journey of 20,000 Leagues. Wolcott gives the procedure a hardy thumbs up:
The Demerol drip is divine, the test can nip trouble in the bud, so to speak, and once you've had it, you won't need to have another for five years. It's sort of like jury duty for your butt, though perhaps that is not the most precise or felicitous analogy.
That Wolcott! Only his blurb could make us want to see that particular movie.
It just goes to show, blogging's all about looking into your own ass. But be careful: as we dimly recall Nietzsche having said, "When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you."