“Honey? Could you please stop blinking so loudly?” Current favorite Mental state / magazine / -libs: Mad

“Honey? Could you please stop blinking so loudly?” Current favorite Mental state / magazine / -libs: Mad

Chapter 13: Escher Prints Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12      For the remainder of the day, Liz and Robin got caught up while I checked out Robin’s apartment. It was quite nice, if you like apartments. Quite collegiate, down to the dog-eared Escher prints on her bedroom walls.      Robin told Liz about

See? This is why I should never drink tequila.

If you find yourself ordering food at an Indian restaurant, don’t make the same mistake I just did and ask for sati when what you really want is saag. Because if you do, the waiter and several busboys will hurry over to your table and set your wife on fire. Which, of course, is not the same thing as a dish of creamy spinach with paneer.

…before tonight’s Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash v 3.0. Posting today will be laconic. Plenty o’ mountain goodness here, though: the Rocky Mountain Blogger Roundup, VIII.

…before tonight’s Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash v 3.0. Posting today will be laconic. Plenty o’ mountain goodness here, though: the Rocky Mountain Blogger Roundup, VIII.

“Memorial Day has come to be associated with a three-day weekend, barbecues, and beer. While there’s nothing wrong with celebrating the freedoms we enjoy in our nation, when was the last time you stopped and reflected on the real reason we celebrate Memorial Day? It is human nature to avoid the unpleasant. But we need to remember the cost of war, we need to remember the price paid for our

Say it ain’t so, Chuck. (via Bill Quick, who dons his capo cap and gives ol’ Krauthammer the Fredo kissoff)

Say it ain’t so, Chuck. (via Bill Quick, who dons his capo cap and gives ol’ Krauthammer the Fredo kissoff)