Every once in a while, a day passes that reminds you how you’re always one beer closer to finishing life’s sixpack. — Which ain’t so bad, really, provided you like the pub you’re squatting in. Still, it’s the nostalgic aftertaste that I have a hard time swallowing. And today’s was particularly bitter — especially if you’ve ever worn pleather pants, or found yourself working under cover in a women’s prison

I’m here, but I’m taking a short breather. It’s one of the things I’m still allowed to do in Obama’s America — so I’m getting jiggy wid it!, as the kids say. Or said. When you spend your days listening to Loverboy, the 80s never die.

Smoke ’em if you got ’em.

Very much like day 3, only day 4 is wearing pastel bicycle shorts and a muscle tee.

Not because ACORN has been tied to a specific political party and movement, and has a recent history of hiring people who — coincidentally, of course — are thereafter indicted for voter registration fraud. Those are merely anomalies. And not because the census has moved under the Executive, and Obama has a teeny-weeny tendency to allocate which people should be getting whose money. No, this is because she’s a wild-eyed

Is it incomprehensible? Why, then it must be brilliant! Just ask anyone who’s ever tried to get through Lacan! So much is wrong here that I haven’t much to offer, really. Are academics truly paying to get their papers published these days? Because wow. The editor-in-chief of an academic journal has resigned after his publication accepted a hoax article. The Open Information Science Journal failed to spot that the incomprehensible

Rice Krispies: “Snap! Crackle! Pop! Pop! Snap! Snap! Crackle! Snap! Snap! Oh, hey, Jeff. Dude, whole milk? Seriously? Crackle! Snap!” *** (a necessarily abbreviated version of this post appears on my TWITTER page. Question: Are you following me yet on TWITTER? Because there are LOTS of minutes in the day…) *** Oh. And yeah, I’m still running my fundraiser — and I remain about a grand short. If you can

Here. Also, this is day 2 of my 2nd Quarter Fundraiser, and I’m less than halfway to where I want to be. Which is to make $10K a year. Divided by four quarters. You do the math. TWEET ME!

We barely even knew him, this protein wisdom fellow. But the prevailing wisdom is that he was not an easy person. Whatever that means. Try the veal! **** update: coming soon-ish, rise of THE PHOENIX! update 2: Hmm. I’ve got an idea: how about we do some kinda OUTLAWISH rallying cry. To show we’re on the same page. Whaddya say? WOLVERINE!

…begins now. For prior services rendered. And remember: every dollar you give will go to a guy who (it’s been argued) brooks no dissent, and who (purportedly) loves him the occasional child rape fantasy joke. Thanks in advance. **** update: One of my many many hardcore supporters writes: The last PW fundraiser started April 7, just 2 months ago. How many of these “quarterly” fundraisers are there going to be?