It’s one thing to come back. It’s quite another to come back and plant in my skull images of Madeleine Albright slowdancing with a husky North Korean dwarf. Because as you well know, my head is a confused place — and now, thanks to you, it’s playing a continuous loop of a naked Albright dancing with Seabiscuit to the Allman Brothers’ “Sweet Melissa.” On one of those “Survivor” islands. Which, you’ll concede, is just wrong.
Naked men jumping rope can’t be far behind. Bastard.
Aaauuugghhh!!! My eyes! They burn!
No way I’m clicking that link before bed, but on a completely unrelated point: could you make your comment links on the front page go to the #comments index on the individual post?
This, instead of that.
Maybe you like it the second way, but I don’t have one of those neato scroll wheel mice.
Done.
Hmmm, the bastard of the blogosphere… I think I can live with that. Now what can I do next to illegitimize the debate?