Almost Anything Goes

Another week, another batch of late posting....excuses, malingering, and procrastinating, right?


Just kind of lounging about after a busy day filled with stupid people, preparing for at least two more of the same. So it goes without saying that posting may be sporadic, at best.

Which kind of sucks, because our Friendly Conservative Librarian Nick left a couple of good discussions in the comments down below, and I've been wanting to at least take a stab at some rambling, incoherent responses to them, if I can manage to find a way to do it in Lockstep with the Left (I Keed, Nick, I Keed!) Feel free bump him on those, folk, if'n you're so inclined.

Of course, you can expect A Friday Random Ten of some kind. Maybe some catblogging; if can figure out how to post the thing, maybe even a little CatVideo.

And I would dearly love to make sarcastic comments and say 'I Told You So' as indictments are announced and the level of depravity of the Bush administration is exposed through the Legal Process. As Hunter would say, Patrick Fitzgerald is a Warrior; and has balls of Hardened Steel.

But my Time is Limited, because The Wa-Ha calls. A Careen is Imminent, and because of the congruency of a Date of Birth, much merriment is forecast.



Truly. We need to address the mundane needs of clients, before the expiration of the week; The Bird Flies On Sunday, and Wilma spared the site of the Careen. even a Mighty Thunder God will not come between the FHL and their fans: this is the Third installment of the Reunion Trilogy, and George Lucas can only dimly dream of the success of the first two installments, tears dribbling into his hairy dewlap.


Indeed. Ten Years is Too Long; and half a World of separation cannot prevent the attraction of organisms united in Tequila and Summerfest, whose heritage has destroyed not only many livers, several friendships, and a couple of marriages, but the legendary Club de Wash. The Penguin has spanned the distance between Playboy magazine and a small bar in Platteville; has united folk and punk in 'My Wife And My Best Friend's Girl'; and filled the Kenwood Inn lightshelf with shot glasses.

So I will talk when I have time; post pictures if the Pipe is Large, and time avails; or just put some random weirdness out on the Wire. And hopefully will provide enough juicy details, etc. to make KE feel like an Extra Large buffoon for missing what may be the last Wa-Ha for another Decade. Depending on the condition that the Republicans leave the country, that may be a truly savage interval.