Not out of the woods, but on the mend: Dan, It’s possible I might get out tomorrow. I had felt that I wasn’t going to budge from this hospital until i was sealed up (not leaking, spewing or oozing…) no matter what. Now that my wounds are less active I am starting to get hospital scratchy. I think I would do better out than in. I still have way too

Q: How many fundamentalist Christians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: Never more than 2.  And of course, only if they’re married. **** update:  Oh. And for Chrissakes, please restrict yourself to the traditional light bulb screwing position. We aren’t animals, after all.

For the cover story of its May 21 issue, the Weekly Standard featured a brilliant piece by self-styled “equity” feminist Christina Hoff Sommers in which the controversial author of Who Stole Feminism? and The War Against Boys examines the feminist movement in the Muslim world, comparing and contrasting it with the feminist movement in the US (from its largely unacknowledged traditionalist roots to its current incarnation as propagator of dangerous

Mike, of Of Thee I Blog, who links here, is undertaking a visit to each of the capitals of the 48 contiguous states (with a couple of layovers for sightseeing).  If you happen to be on his itinerary, and your dead hobos are well secreted, you might wish to host him when he’s in the neighborhood. He’s welcome to visit me when he comes to Montpelier.* Makes my feet itch

In the comments to yesterday’s meta-post post, “Brian T” writes: You’re just sad now—as tired and irrelevant as your prose. Perhaps if you went back to your internet tough guy act of slapping people around the face with your virtual cock? Yes, perhaps—though I’m afraid if it’s you you had in mind, Brian T, you’re going to have to buy me dinner first, and then do a little bit of

How do you stack up? h/t paul ilc at Bloody Scott Wow.  I had no idea, Ace.  Brutha.

A funny thing happened with that Naomi Wolf piece that I mentioned yesterday.  It was apparently mentioned in another article, and then picked up by one of the ladies at Pandagon as though it were current, when in fact, as Althouse points out, it is 4 years old.  I picked it up, and Yglesias picked it up, and Amanda shows up in Althouse’s comments.  You know, I thought that Wolf

In case you need to be reminded why the guy oughta be in jail. Pardon me . . . where’s the vomitorium? Paula Abdul says she didn’t figure out her purpose in life until she became a judge on Fox network’s “American Idol.” “I knew since I was a little girl that I had this profound way of touching people. My purpose is bringing out everybody’s best and being that

me: “Okay, not bad.  Now, concentrate on your aim.  Or else, give me some advance warning that you plan to let things fly, and I’ll stretch you a canvas.  After all, we may as well turn a profit on this thing—and if you can squeeze off a pattern that looks even remotely like Mother Theresa, we can make a killing, after which you can soil yourself until the cows come

1.  Conversation between Cindy Sheehan and Billy Jack.  Punchline:  something having to do with Sheehan’s being the “face” of a movement, with a possible play on “movement.” Or “face.” or “Jack.” 2.  Miss USA booed by Mexicans—who again show open hostility to Americans (recall chants of “Osama! Osama! Osama!”)—during Miss Universe pageant and attendant publicity blitz.  Juxtapose with George Bush’s noting that those who use “amnesty” with respect to the