1.  Thanks to Mark C. for the Classic Comedies Collection, and to Michele M. for the Marx Brothers Silver Screen Collection.  My wife turned me on to old black and white comedies a few years back, and now we can enjoy them the way God intended us to:  on a shiny metallic-coated platter read by a laser, the information then streamed as a series of ones and zeros to an

THK:  “Please.  Teresa doesn’t ‘spread’ for anyone.  But tell your toast he may come to me.”* **** (h/t Say Anything)

…and it has nothing whatsoever to do with men marrying other men!  From The Corner: […] Apparently, the Democrats are planning a big confirmation battle. Do they think they’ll gain anything by opposing a guy who puts America’s interests first? Fighting Bolton is catering to the Democrat’s base. Nothing could undermine the Democrat’s hawkish make-over than a big confirmation battle over Bolton. We’ve had Nancy Pelosi’s dovishness, Ted Kennedys call

Meanwhile, in less pressing news, “President Bush on Tuesday told the American people his policies were leading to democracy in the Middle East and demanded that Syria pull out of Lebanon to allow free elections.” “All Syrian military forces and intelligence personnel must withdraw before the [May] Lebanese elections for these elections to be free and fair,” Bush said in a speech at the National Defense University, a center for

Last evening, my wife asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking out the garbage.  I didn’t.  So I did.

From the Moroccan Times: Tens of Thousands of Moroccans hailing from different parts of Morocco marched in Rabat to express their support for the Moroccans still detained in the Tindouf camps. They urged the United Nations and the international community to press on Algeria to set the prisoners free. The March was organized by Collectif Watanouna – set up on January 20- calling on international organizations to “intervene to put

“Did I ever tell you about the time I cut my hair short, Billy?  Turns out I looked so unlike an Indian that until my hair grew back I took to wearing a Poarch Creek porcupine roach headdress* and ribbon shirt just so people wouldn’t mistake me for a Norwegian sailor.”* “I hear you, brother.  Before I started wearing the hat? I would get propositioned in Arizona public toilets like,

Just admit that Jimmy Carter is a man whose accomplishments should be celebrated by every American, Hannity, and I’ll release you from my patented Colmesian Figure-Eight Leglock of Death…!

Wait, I thought it was we heavy-handed Americans—with our distended beer bellies and our fascistic PATRIOT ACT and our NASCAR-drunk lynch mobs roaming the streets disenfranchising brown-skinned voters—who were supposed to be the intolerant ones… Man.  We bumbling cowboys can’t even do hatred right.

Today’s revelations, courtesy the indefatigable Ms Sgrena (translated): The car kept on the road, going under an underpass full of puddles and almost losing control to avoid them. We all incredibly laughed. It was liberating. Losing control of the car in a street full of water in Baghdad and maybe wind up in a bad car accident after all I had been through would really be a tale I would