A mailman died today (more or less my fault) and I had to apologize to the drapes

Computer pitfalls, the flu, irrepressible urge to take on larger things that require more than what can be offered, and simple winter doldrums all have contributed to the paucity of recent activity among the lame and scabbed over equine friends of whose imaginings this is comprised. Fact, the players have reported. Fact, jesus is Dwight Howard ever an amalgamation of athletic gifts. Allegation to be confirmed or denied, Phoenix is a consummate Pac10 city full of Fembot-esque conformity and dudes who drink beers on verandas with sunglasses on.


1. Link via King Timahoe via NY Times, all the way to

Obama {social realism} - - - > This


2. Cocktail parties involving Nintendo Wii (I'm far enough detached from reality to not know how the system is signified, but I think that's it) are pretty much irreproachable ideas, in my experience.


3. Most of last week I spent delaminating from the inside out. It is better to not do that too often.


4. Beatty claims to be growing a beard. If you know what this means, things in need of being shook are now shaken. I myself have the beard taker offer plugged into the socket, charging up for duty it may or may not be called on to fulfill. It is still winter after all.

5. Back at you.