Ugh. Just ugh. Sorry, but you’re on your own explaining this benighted squish, Stanley. [update: Vegard Valberg update the second: Coming from Brendan’s site? See here for a brief response.]

“Ohio authorities are considering felony charges against a business that markets Zippers, a controversial packaged shot of gelatin and alcohol that resembles a children’s Jell-O dessert. “Anti-drug and alcohol abuse groups have been warning parents about the 24-proof gelatin shots since April. They say Zippers, which are sold legally in Ohio and 25 other states, are targeting young drinkers who are attracted to the colorful packaging and playful names,” USA

Writing in The National Review, Dinesh D’Souza argues that for all of our military superiority, the United States is nevertheless losing the intellectual war against Islamism. For D’Souza, [t]his matters, because ultimately it is not enough to shut down the terrorist camps. We must also stop the ‘jihad factories,’ the mosques and educational institutions that are turning out tens of thousands of aspiring suicide bombers. We cannot kill all these

“An accused child molester who fled Chandler three years ago was found beaten into a coma and impaled on cactus in Mexico. Mark Adam Younglove, 35, disappeared on July 4, 1999, after neighbors confronted him with allegations of molesting their children. On Sept. 23, 1999, a Maricopa County grand jury indicted Younglove on 11 counts of sex crimes with children, and a warrant was issued for his arrest,” The Arizona

So what’s up with the upper lefters, anyway? Not content simply to bother language to death, ‘t seems the city that Starbuck’s built is fixin’ on going after its own wayward espresso cartel. In the name of child health, of course. Or so writes Jeremy Lott for Tech Central: Seattle is one of the more meddlesome, taxophilic cities in the U.S. — so much so that the Seattle Times last

They did it again. The Skunkfuckers cleaned out their fridge and made me smile. Blessed, blessed are the Skunkfuckers.

Reader Ray Eckhart sends along this Alison Bechdel comic strip that speaks provocatively to many of the issues of word ownership and signification raised in the comments section of this post (ignore the few trolls, please; they’ve already been fed). Writes Ray: One way to combat the feeling of being offended, is to develop a sense of humor. Some folks in my world are kinda miffed about the pejorative use

So Layne’s Dot.Con finally arrived today, which means I’ll be spending the next few days reading it (instead of doing what I’m supposed to be doing, which is working on my own stupid novel). Early review: brilliantly packaged, deliciously decorated, proficiently pageanated, hilariously bound… Next up: cracking the thing open. Which clearly I cannot do without an icy highball in my hand. Now, if you’ll excuse me. Once more into

Hey, I know Peanut! In fact, I used to buy my weed from that dude — until this one time when he laced a $20 bag with some dried mint flakes, and I nearly smoked myself into a menthol-induced coma. Or maybe it was parsley he laced it with, I can’t remember. I just know I was miserable for a good month after that — though strangely, my breath was

And of course, every worthwhile conspiracy theory makes use of the Jerry Lee Lewis meme… Remember (he said, cryptically): “There’s only one meat man…” Indeed.