I’m for this. I’m against this. And while we’re at it, I’d like to see Modern English replace Kevin Eubanks as the musical voice of “The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.” There. Call me a Bush lapdog now, bitch.

Panderer.

Overheard at Camp Delta, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba: Enemy Combatant 1: “…I dunno, perhaps I’ll sit in the sun and read the new Mad Magazine. This “Spy vs. Spy” — I like it very much. Or else I’ll take a nap before prayers, then maybe play some volleyball. You…?” Enemy Combatant 2: “– Where are my Skittles™, brother? I left them right here on my nightstand and now they’re gone. Some

You know who’s kinda cute? That Katie Holmes, that’s who. I was thinking about maybe watching The Hired Hand later tonight, but now I’m leaning toward Wonder Boys instead. Yeah, I think I’ll go with Wonder Boys. Thanks, blog. You’re such a great listener. **** [update: I watched “A Scandal in Bohemia,” with Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes. But that had everything to do with me and nothing to do

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Pulitzer Prize-winning LA Times media critic David Shaw, reviewing Air America Radio: After a few random samplings

This is not gonna go over very well with conservative icon Andrew Sullivan, I don’t think. Tell ya what, though, Andrew. If it’ll make you feel better, I’d be all for imposing a buck a tub tax on hummus. Don’t get me wrong: I like a good mashed chick pea as much as the next guy; but, y’know, I’m always ready to do my part to help us beat back

Were I to wake up and find my right arm had grown to be 7300 miles long, the first thing I’d do is reach into Spain and slap that smug, gazpacho-slurping grin right off Zapatero’s pinched, socialist face. The second thing I’d do is pick some fresh peaches, I should think. Anyway, this much is true: In the war on terror, Spain has switched sides. Period. **** [update: so how’s

“Trading Spaces Gone Wild”? Or maybe “The Decline and Fall of Laurie Partridge”? Who the hell knows what it is. Found it in my referral log. Hey, whatever steams your bean, right? [update: it wasn’t you, Glenn, was it…?]