…and boy, are my fingers tired!  And moist. Sorry. It’s the drugs talking.

I’m going to try this one out on my wife, should my summer tan and recent bulk-up (thanks, SuperPump 250 powdered supplement by Gaspari Nutrition!) yield me some spontaneous sexual encounters with off-work Hooter’s waitresses who just happen to be wandering around my neighborhood, their clothing threadbare and wet, as I’m out tending to some lawn edging without my shirt on. That is, if I get caught.  Otherwise, you know,

From Breitbart / AP: Everyone has known New Orleans is a sinking city. Now new research suggests parts of the city are sinking even faster than many scientists imagined _ more than an inch a year. That may explain some of the levee failures during Hurricane Katrina and it raises more worries about the future. The research, reported in the journal Nature, is based on new satellite radar data for

Of no particular import, really—the battle isn’t mine, after all—but I thought I’d point this out anyway, if only because it touches on much of the drama we’ve experienced here over the last week or so.  In a post titled “Platform Twelve,” Norm Geras—who no one with an ounce of intellectual integrity could mistake for an arch conservative bent on using linguistic premises as some sort of fascist tool to

*Must Credit protein wisdom* Details are still a bit fuzzy, but I have it from reliable sources that both Fitzgerald and Rove were spotted today—alive as any pair of randy zoo monkeys. Which means that Jason Leopold is still eligible for the Pulitzer.  Thank goodness.