—Ooh, sorry.  No can do.  At least, not this week.  Seems the little guy heard me talking about the exciting field of retail POS the other day and got so jazzed that he ran right off and signed himself up for some night courses at Foothills Community College.  He starts this evening. Which, who knows?  Two, three years?—and he could be moving Royal A9155SC Electronic Cash Registers w/ Scanner and

With my mother-in-law arriving in town in just a few hours, I’ve decided that in lieu of doing a lengthy and substantive post, I’m just going to put up something short.  Like this. That way, I’ll have time to vaccuum up the Cheez-It crumbs, keep you all flush with new pw content, and find myself some pants. And a shirt.  And some socks and underwear. **** update:  Oops.  Turned out

Like, you know, airbrushing little pictures of Jesus into the ice cubes in all those J&B Scotch print ads. Anyway, Allah takes Obama to the woodshed and beats him with one of Nancy Pelosi’s cardinal red high heel Gucci pumps.

Just consider this an update to yesterday’s post on Iran.  Only this time, worry even more, if you’re so inclined. I wouldn’t blame you. From Breitbart/AP: The U.N. atomic agency found traces of highly enriched uranium at an Iranian site linked to the country’s defense ministry, diplomats said Friday, adding to concerns that Tehran was hiding activities aimed at making nuclear arms. The diplomats, who demanded anonymity in exchange for

From LGF: Only a few blogs (and almost no mainstream media) have realized the truth about Iranian madman Ahmadinejad’s letter to President Bush. It was not an offer to negotiate, and it was not simply a lunatic’s rant. It was a calculated invitation to convert to Islam, a da’wa—an Islamic requirement (commanded by Mohammed) before waging war against unbelievers. Speaking in Jakarta, Indonesia, Ahmadinejad himself confirmed this reading today, as

Allah has all the details—including Chomsky’s assertion that Hezbullah needs weapons in order to counter “Israeli aggression.” No word on whether Semtex-strapped teens officially count as weapons, however.  Could be they’re just considered a happy bonus, like finding a quarter stuck to the bottom of your prayer rug. At any rate, this seems the perfect opportunity to re-post some old material so that I can work out and have some

Via Craig C, a MEMRI-hosted video that follows a suicide bomber in Afghanistan from beginning to end. Only my respect for Otherness keeps me from declaring suicide bombers deluded barbarians being used by fanatical ideologues who rarely, if ever, blow their ownselves up. After all, somebody’s got to buy the vests, right?

Or, if you prefer, one of those “happy endings” my massage-aficionado friends are always going on about.  At any rate, responding to this whole Klonopin-related dustup (which, let’s face it, were I embarrassed at all about taking a medication to help me with sudden onset anxiety attacks, I probably wouldn’t poke fun at myself by reproducing private conversations with my pills, something I began doing in early January), Tbogg—one-time darling