Okay, no schadenfreude on Mind Scalpel! I have an entirely different blog devoted to that.
Well, maybe a little schadenfreude. Fine, it’s a schadenfreude fest! I bathe in schadenfreude.
But the main thing I wanted to do is give a nod in the direction of Nick Galbreath, a New York resident whose domain-registration reflexes are as sharp as those 13-year-olds who, jacked up on Jolt and Red Bull, play Halo 2, Team Fortress 2 and other fine first-person shooter computer games with eye-blurring speed.
See, apparently within minutes of the Eliot Spitzer Emperor-Has-No-Clothes Club VIP scandal breaking on March 10, Mr. Galbreath registered the client9.com domain name. No word yet on what Mr. Galbreath intends to do with the domain, but he does have a blog at http://blog.modp.com/ with a cryptic FAQ about it. Come on, Nick, make some bucks!
Now that I am on this subject, I have to say that I am just aching for one of these spouses who is forced to do the “clutch walk” (degrading parade to confessional podium clutching hand of philandering spouse) to interrupt her husband’s speech, right after he says “Good Morning,” by shoving him out of the way, grabbing the mic, and saying “That’s enough out of you, Eliot, you pathetic bastard. My god, I can’t believe I actually married someone named “Eliot.” Or “Spitzer,” for that matter. Okay, reporters, here’s a short list of my husband’s inadequacies… [ten minute laundry list, with reference to new web site with more details, maybe titled “www.daddys-five-hundred-million- dollar-fortune-isnt-enough-to-compensate-for-being-married-to- Eliot-Spitzer-anymore.com”], and I’ve drained a few million dollars from our bank account to pay for the ten nastiest lawyers in the country to break our prenup.”
That must happen someday soon to terminate this whole drag-your-shellshocked-wife-to-the-podium-as-cover phenomenon. It’s disgusting. Make the walk alone, dude; take it like a man.