You should see what my house looks like. No, wait....maybe you shouldn't. Sometimes I think I'd sell my soul for a weekend off. Then I think "But at least you have a job!" Then that persistent rebellious adolescent in my soul says "Yeah, that's what THEY want you to think!" Then I think "Yeah, but if we have to replace all the shrubbery this spring, as it looks like we might have to, I'll be glad to have a job, even if it means I do nothing but work and sleep." This is pretty much the repeating tape loop of my life these days.
So let's decompress and take a short drive around the blogroll and off on some side roads, shall we?
If you don't have TBogg
on your regular blogroll, you should, even if only for Thursday Basset Blogging. There's a new puppy indahouse at Casa la Tbogg
, with all expected hijinks ensuing. But today Tbogg takes on the whiny departure of Evan Bayh
Yeah, that'll work. Paul Campos
on the brilliant idea by Glenn Reynolds that we should just default on the national debt.
If you watched Real Time
this weekend, you saw a bunch of people who never once had to worry about their weight agreeing that throwing Kevin Smith off a plane was just swell. The usual platitudes about fast food ensued, because after all, there's no such thing as an overweight person who doesn't pig out on fast food and goes to the gym, right? Kate Harding
=ahem= weighs in
, and you'll never look at David Brooks the same way again.
Remember how Sally Quinn, the doyenne of Washington Society who got where she is by fucking (and later marrying) Ben Bradlee (which may explain the sad shape the Washington Post
is in these days) led the "The Clintons AREN'T LIKE US!!" bandwagon
takes a look at the latest escapade by this classless twit
who gives the Village its marching orders.GottaLaff
: Sarah Palin's cousin in Ireland wants nothing to do with her
.Spiiderweb is back!!The Political Cat celebrates Caturday
(though I think the first photo is actually Sparta and Loki of The Mean Kitty
Speaking of which....it's not NICE to fool Mother Nature
I'll bet you can find Elvis Stojko at this bakery