Apropos of nothing particularly intelligent or interesting, 'Hesiod' writes (08:31:22 PM):

Chickenbloggers can now, as a good friend of mine in college used to say, "suck my crank."

Just how good a friend was he? In what circumstances would he say these words? And what generally happened next? Only 'Hesiod' and his 'friend' know for sure. Not that there's anything wrong with whatever it was they did . . . .

If my joke seems a bit harsh, that is partly because 'Hesiod' continues to crawl deeper into the sewer of invective, partly because I happened to be reading the internet Classics list today when the original, genuine Hesiod was mentioned. I found to my sorrow that I had developed a mild aversion to his very name, and a preference for the Works and Days over the Theogony, when I used to prefer the latter. It's bad enough that "Hesiod Theogeny [sic]" the leftie blogger stinks up the internet, but now he's interfering with my enjoyment of classical literature. Of course, Engelbert Humperdinck the contemporary crooner has had a similar effect on most people's enjoyment of Engelbert Humperdinck the late Romantic composer. It is now impossible to take the latter as seriously as he deserves, though I suppose we would find his name a bit silly even if it had never been appropriated by another.