Belatedly, hello

You may have noticed something different. If you are among Arvin's cleverer readers, and do in fact read and don't just visit to see pictures of bloodthirsty clowns and politicians, you've already seen and read Arvin's brief explanations, both above and below. Nevertheless I'm thinking some sort of brief introduction might be in order, even though both Skookum-Geo Spartacus O'Neal and I have already done some posting. As you probably know, he normally posts at "SkookumGeoDuck" and I am the blogger formerly known as Hugo Zoom, although I don't have my own special symbol.

We've been assigned, for the meantime, to watch over and care for the "AH files" as it were, this wee iconoclastic blog deep in the basement of the lefty blogosphere, where the fancypants Kevin Drums and Matt Yglesias's(?) of the above-ground corner-office blogs can pretend we don't exist while their agents try to book them on Hardball and they constantly rewrite (and repost) their stump speech post about how the democrats need to outflank the GOP on the right on defense and deregulation and combatting the metric system and Lord knows what else.

Now I'm not as pretty as Annabelle Gish(trust me), and I'm pretty sure Spartacus never played a villain in any Schwartzenegger movies, but I think we're up to the job. If you have any topic requests, just let us know, that's one of the purposes of the comments for this post. Now I can't promise Spartacus will listen, of course, as he does his own thing. I can't promise that I'll listen either, because I'm fickle, but I'd love to hear from you. If you're wondering why he hasn't posted since Sunday, it's either because [a.]he's doing research, or [b.] he's shy and you hurt his feelings by not leaving any comments(you bastards!), or [c.] he's pissed off and is sitting in his tent, or [d.] he hasn't figured out that Monday's Blogger outage was temporary, or [e.] because he actually has a life.

Of course, it may also be that he's rifling through the files and has come across Arvin's secret stash of Lionel Ritchie CDs that A. didn't want anybody to know about, and now he's busy taping them. Or he's drinking Arvin's RC colas and looking for pizza coupons. I'm not sure.