So, it’s goodbye, then? Let me leave you with this. Thanks for letting us play in your traffic, Jeff. It’s been a hoot. But it isn’t pw without you. Welcome back. (I can’t believe I just catblogged protein wisdom. Eat my dust, Simon!)

Like a ninja, I strike.  Just as a ninja would wield a stolen samurai sword, I wield the power of a barely disguised stolen meme. “She had the face of an angel, smiling with sin, a body of Venus with arms,…” She has arms?  Cool.  I’ve always liked women who have arms.  Sign my ass up! Answer ghosted here ->“Touch too much,” AC/DC. And now, I will slink off into

Is political compromise possible if 50% of adult Americans can’t compromise in relationships? Will we disintegrate into a splintered nation of conflicting interests with no common purpose or are we already there? Sam Roberts of the New York Times reports: In 2005, 51 percent of women said they were living without a spouse, up from 35 percent in 1950 and 49 percent in 2000. Several factors are driving the statistical

Video of the former here.  In (potentially) related news, the watermelon I just picked up at Safeway cost me $43.99—though to be fair, it was a seedless, and it was well in excess of 6 lbs.  So, you know, there’s no use getting too alarmist, I suppose…

Me: “Well, I haven’t actually done much with this guest-blogging thing.” Protein Wisdom: “Who are you again?” Me: “Yeah, that’s what I mean. The comment engine knows me, though. It tries to hide when it sees me coming.” Protein Wisdom: “No, seriously. Who the hell are you?” Me: “I like that you play it for humor. Pretending not to recognize me.” Protein Wisdom: “Dude, I’m not joking. I can tell

Evidently, “if chutzpah was a crime,” Glenn Reynolds, Tom Friedman, and Bill Kristol would be serving life sentences—ostensibly for slandering true patriots like University of Colorado Law professor Paul Campos (and those like him) who have for years now been endeavoring to convince us that our efforts in Iraq were bound to fail, and who, as a reward for their willingness to speak Truth to Power, have been subjected to

My Yellow-faced Pocket Gopher seems to be suffering from some kind of oral infection marked by a crusty discharge and pain in the throat and gums.  How do you suppose I ought to treat this?  Is it true that it’s transmitted by fucking barn owls? Perhaps the healing power of whale music might help.  Scott Burgess has the details from The Guardian, champion of global warming scientists. Mark Philip Alger

On the way to work this morning, NPR was yammering about jury selection for the Scooter Libby trial, and asserted that Wilson’s report on Niger concluded that Saddam had not attempted to obtain uranium.  Untrue, but it makes for a more elegant plot-line.  Strangely, they aver that as so often “it’s not the crime, but the cover-up,” even as they lie about Wilson’s lies. In July 2003, columnist Robert Novak

A New York hospital is taking steps to offer the nation’s first uterus transplant, a radical experiment that might allow women whose wombs were removed or are defective to bear children. I would never have an abortion, but I think I ought to have the option. Neander-Curious WMC, 40s, would like to meet Neanderthal M, BiF, or couple for drinks, maybe more.  Must be clean, drug free, bipedal.  Confidentiality assured. 

“Regis”:  “What’s to say, honey?  We’re a hyperpower.  Which, if you spent less time ankle biting and more time dolling yourself up and showing just a bit more of that creamy Brit thigh, you’d be so busy swigging pricey scotch at Sinatra-drenched swinger’s parties you wouldn’t have time to worry about asking me such silly, leading questions.* “I mean, remember the Pigeon sisters?  Now those were a couple of Limey