The Bleat, written by James Lileks, is one of my favorite blogs because of the way the man can turn a phrase.
For example, in today’s entry he wanted to describe the high-pitched squeak that his bedroom door makes when it’s pushed open slowly. Screech? Or maybe — if we really want to make a point — Scrreeech?
Nope, here’s what Lileks came up with: …it sounds like I?m trying to grate a cat butt-first.
There are a lot of Lileks fans out there already — it’s not like I’m first on the scene or anything — but the embarrassment of being the 3,718,932nd person to link to The Bleat is still much better than, say, …bobbing for dog turds in a chum bucket.