A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.” Current Favorite Color / marine snail / shrubby, trailing, evergreen plant: periwinkle

Professor Kingsfield: “Mr. Hart…! That is the most intelligent thing you’ve said all day. You may take your seat.”

From The Washington Post: “U.S. soldiers raided the home of America’s one-time ally Ahmad Chalabi on Thursday and seized documents and computers. […] The Americans also raided other offices of the INC, [Chalabi aide Haider] Musawi said. U.S. officials declined to comment on the raid targeting a longtime ally of the Pentagon. Privately, however, American authorities have complained that Chalabi is interfering with a U.S. investigation into allegations that Saddam

Alex Knapp wrote this post so I wouldn’t have to. Which is a good thing — because I’d only end up recommending to Yglesias that he pick up a bottle of Sauza and a couple of limes, then rent himself a handful of busty hookers from Puerto El Triumfo. What can I say? The kid works too hard and clearly needs to get his freak on. End of discussion, so

Former Sen. Slade Gorton: “Is it not the case, Mr. Giuliani, that your ex-wife, Ms. Hanover, crashed your wedding to Ms. Nathan in May of last year — that she was drunk and shouting vile epithets, and that she repeatedly punched holes in the wedding cake –?” Former Mayor Rudy Giuliani: “– Senator Gorton, I don’t see how that has anything to do with –“ Former Sen. Slade Gorton: “–

Indeed, “bean” rhymes with “teen.” Both words have four letters. And both end in “n.” But I tend not to put much stock in conspiracy theories. Gosh I love liquor.

eg. “Is that your blunderbuss?” “Yes, that blunderbuss belongs to me.”

eg. “Is that your blunderbuss?” “Yes, that blunderbuss belongs to me.”

Kerry: “Tambi

No one has ever successfully negotiated a pita pocket. No one. And that’s because there’s simply no way to stuff one of those things with meat, cheese, tuna fish salad — name your filling — without tearing it. At which point it becomes a bland, bastardized, leaky and unleavened breadbowl. Innovative foodstuffs my ass. Just stop it. Stop it with all your pita lies.