update: You know what’s really yummy? Bagels. Bagels are really yummy.

Permis de Conduire Cabernet Sauvignon (2002) Rob Reiner’s back fat Asperge blanche (brushed w/ garlic butter) Godard’s Pierrot le fou (1965) Depeche Mode Joshua Micah Marshall’s hiking socks (thermal) Skittles Pomegranates The Preble’s meadow jumping mouse New England-style clam chowder

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. It depends, really.

Well, perhaps, Michelle.* But I think you’re missing Krugman’s main point entirely. Which is — and I’m going to paraphrase here slightly — “John Ashcroft is afraid of boobies. Boobies boobies boobies boobies!” And of course, the whole believing-in-God-thing doesn’t win him any points, either.

Today’s lunch: bacon-wrapped mutton, deep fried in American cheese oil and topped with a very rare T-bone steak. With a side of steamed carrots. And yeah, I’m beginning to have my doubts, too.

Reason’s Tim Cavanaugh: “Bush is a lock.” That’s me quoting myself. At Nick Gillespie’s insistence, I am saying publicly what I have been repeating privately for a year, and doing so now, when the polling seems to look good for Kerry, so I can’t be accused of capitalizing on the news. Just to reiterate: It doesn’t matter how much gas costs, how poorly things are going in Iraq, what new

“…oh no, not a resolution. Anything but [yawn] that…”* The IAEA responds: “That’s right, bub, a toughly worded resolution, too. And we have plenty more paper where that came from.”

…but it’s got me all aflutter, nonetheless. via Ace

Girls have picked them every one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Mind your business, you crazy Beatnik. *

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