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September 2004

Kerry:  “I was actually doing quite well in the polls…before I started sinking like an anvil in Vichyssoise.”

Some things you just shouldn’t flip flop on, John…

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, prolepsis 3

In theory, the differences between a feral cat and a beet are quite significant.  But then, “theory” never tried to make beet salad with heavy whipping cream and barbecue-flavored Pringles bits. Somewhere in the waters just outside Cambodia, a dolphin in a pea coat grins at my misfortune.

The “because Glenn Reynolds no longer answers my emails” post

You know what I love?  Nanotechnology.  Because it’s like, how small can things possibly get? —and the answer is, really really really small.  Which, that’s just awesome.  **** update:  Law professors are sexy. **** update 2:  Tennessee is for lovers.  Really, really accomplished lovers. **** update 3:  Accomplished lovers with tools that would make a donkey blush. **** update 4:  Did I mention how much I loved techno music?  Because

protein wisdom exclusive:  a preview of tonight’s Bill O’Reilly interview with President Bush

[a partial transcript.] O’Reilly:  So tell me, Mr. President—what is it about me that made you want to be interviewed by me. Was it my blue-collar grittiness?  The way I relate to the folks?  My fierce independence? The way I look out for the little guy who, let’s face it, just wants to make a living, hug his kids, watch football on Sundays, maybe bang his secretary every other Wednesday—all

Twenty-first in a series of real-time empirical observations

In the time it takes you to read this post, “Daily Show” host Jon Stewart will have added a new weapon to his arsenal of biting political commentary—something he calls his “confused Dubya face,” in which he cocks an eyebrow, looks directly into the camera, and asks (in his best hick voice), “uh…is the answer ‘nucular,’ Alex?” Ever supportive of Stewart’s unique genius, Lewis Black slaps a knee and giggles

Teresa Heinz Kerry talks in her sleep

THK:  “Yes, God, you may have one serving of creme brule.  But when you’re finished, I expect you to fix the polls in those odious battleground states, is that clear?  Now off with you.  Terry needs her me time.”

Scenes from the coordinated right-wing blog assault on brave mainstream media figures who are just trying to speak Truth to Power.

It’s nice to be remembered. And really, how can you not love a man who keeps a variety of stationery.  **** update:  …although there comes a point when too much stationery is just kinda creepy.

Late September surprise?

Fingers. Crossed.* **** More.  And more.

Al-Qa’ida’s Pakistan kingpin killed; sadly, secret ingredient for “Farooqi’s Famous Lentil Patties” dies with him

From The Australian PAKISTAN’S security forces yesterday claimed to have delivered a “crushing blow” to al-Qa’ida by killing a leading terrorism suspect wanted over a failed bid to assassinate President Pervez Musharraf. Amjad Farooqi, gunned down during a two-hour shootout in southern Sindh province on Sunday, had been running al-Qa’ida operations in Pakistan, officials said. “I will prefer death,” Farooqi, 30, is reported to have shouted when security forces surrounded

John Kerry:  “Oh, I love the atmosphere at Lambert Field—especially those droll Pigouille Heads with all their bombast!”

Confronted with these new revelations of an itinerant Iraqi nuclear threat, protein wisdom does what every good American does:  he watches football and eats shaved cold cuts, and has his wife work on site maintanence and various upgrades. Back later.