I am wearing pads of cottons over my baby blues, so damaged are my eyes from watching John Boehner in High Definition last night. That was my fault. I should not turned to a HD channel. I just didn’t think of it, you know? One minute I was chillin’ on the couch, playing with my new Droid3, the next minute this spectacular glow filled the living room, eclipsing the glow from my Yankee candles, exploding forward, washing over me, filling my brain like the juice of a radioactive orange. I shall heal. Worry you not about me.
- I hate everyone in Washington right now. And their Mommas.
- The Washington Post actually has a debt ceiling countdown clock, which I think is a marvelous way to inflame the story and stile debate with panic. Way to go, paper that broke Watergate!
- All of his hysteria is doing a fine job of fucking up job prospects for us normal people.
- Here is your ‘no shit’ statement of the day.
- This is a long slow death, isn’t it?
- Wal-Mart takes another stab at Netflix.
- This is just stupid.
- These stories give me hope, that there is always hope of finding an ending. After more than 60 years, a World War II flyer will finally come home and be laid to rest. 2nd Lt. William Shryock was twenty-three when he went missing in a bomber crash in the Pacific. His body has been found, and he will at last be buried in Arlington National Cemetery.
