Summertime, summertime, sum sum summertime…
An ode to Frito pie.
Apparently, muting commercials makes you some kind of commie. Guess we TiVo owners are really in the soup.
Do you ever find yourself at the gas pump thinking that what you really needed right then was to hear some show tunes? Well, your wait will soon be over.
The case for the EPA to battle climate change.
Why not bring those huddled masses yearning to be free to Detroit?
Among his many other fine qualities, The Slacktivist writes a hell of an obituary, in this case for Manute Bol, who deserves every word of it.
The Florida Tea Party and the Texas Green Party ought to compare notes.
“Beetle Bailey” comics you won’t see in the newspaper.
I suppose I have to link to that.
One house for sale, hold the zombies.
It’s good practice to maintain a low opinion of Republicans, because then you won’t be as disappointed when they inevitably back away from whatever decent thing they may have done.
They never have this at Central Market, anyway.
Poor Karl. And may he stay that way.
It’s always good to be rich.
RIP, Edith Shain. You may not know her name, but you have definitely seen her photo.
You have archaeopteryx questions, HMNS has answers.
RIP, Sputnik. No, not the satellite.
Being lectured about stupidity by Louie Gohmert is like being lectured about promiscuity by Hugh Hefner.
I’m old enough to remember when Republicans supported cap and trade, too.
So who did smear Dave Weigel?