Me?  Darvocet.  The cat?  A freakin’ Fentanyl patch.  Mind you, he did have major abdominal surgery.  I suppose that trumps diverticulitis.  But still.  There’s something wrong with this picture.  You may be asking, “Major abdominal surgery?  For a cat?” Let me put it this way:  My wife is allergic to cats.  When her allergist asked her if she’d considered getting rid of the cats, she said, “Have you considered getting

Okay, folks, a quick show of hands. Who here thinks Bill Clinton was illegally spying on Princess Diana because she was a threat to national security? Because she had better tits than Osama bin Laden? Because he was trying to hook up with her? One, two…

You know, if you run out of that fancy snowman wrapping paper, you can always just shove shit in a bag and garnish it with some holiday-colored tissue paper—the upside being that you don’t have to pluck dog hair off the pre-torn strips of scotch tape you’ve got dangling from the edge of your desk like some makeshift fortress of low grade flypaper. Plus, shoving shit in a bag doesn’t

It appears Obama is running–at least, until his lifeless body is found mysteriously in the parking lot behind the DNC headquarters. We can only wonder what goes on in Hillary’s sharp, bitter, Machiavellian mind as she sits in front of the fire at night, swirling her cognac and wondering what nubile co-ed Bill’s banging now. Life just isn’t fair. Her greatest moments are yet to come: Hillary Clinton, First Woman

This morning at roughly 7:15 am, Americans on the East Coast awakened to the surprising phenomenon of the sun rising in the east. I mean, holy Ace’s flaming skull! Stores Plying Shoppers With Discounts

You know when you’re a little toad in huge ocean and someone notices that you exist and wants to reward your tireless, if relatively inconsequential work, you get excited about it. So, yeah, being nominated for the first time ever for a Blog award is a sort of validation. But, if you’re Glenn Reynolds and you’re the Great Whale of the blogosphere, these silly little contests mean nothing. You’re above

Well folks, we’re in the final run down to departure and have now officially entered headless-chicken-sprint mode.  Before we all head on out, I wanted to say thank you so very much to all of you for all your generous financial and moral support.  It really warms my heart to know that you folks here are pulling for us.  In any case, there is now a blog for the effort. 

I question the timing.  I was in Costco today, buying food for the Monsterlings and my latest installment of Christmas loot for which the fat guy will get credit, when I came across the DVD of An Inconvenient Truth, at, I seem to recall, something like $18.50, which made my left eyelid twitch, just thinking about how a) I could get 3 DVDs of classic movies that I actually like

Let us be the last to refer to the story published in the UK’s Observer that on the night she died Princess Diana’s phone conversations were being monitored by US intelligence and that the report that’s partially based on those intercepts will shatter a lot of conspiracy theories regarding her death. The reality-based community doesn’t draw the same conclusions from that that I, and perhaps you, do.  Exhibit, Susie at