I thought so — the haze I noticed while out and about this afternoon is smoke from the California wildfires. This planet seems awfully small sometimes. Some of you should probably leave — starting with the swine who hired Jenna Bush Hager as a “Today Show” correspondent when thousands of real journos are out of [...]
Freedumb Communications, which owns the Bibleburg Gaslight, is expected to file for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection this week, according to the Wall Street Journal. Freedumb’s flagship rag, the Orange County Cash Register, popped up a story yesterday saying that discussions with lenders about restructuring $770 million in debt are “ongoing.”
Some people must be pooping in [...]
How is it that respectable news organizations keep giving Darth Cheney a soapbox? I will be interested in his oinkings when they emanate from between the bars of a jail cell.
And while we’re on the topic of mistaking bullshit for a more nourishing substance, Steve Benen at Political Animal notes that The Washington Post ombudsman [...]
‘Tis a fine soft day, as my bog-trotting ancestors said, before they wised up and hopped a boat for Americay. The calendar read August 30, but when I slipped out for a quick ride between bouts of journalism it wasn’t sunscreen I was wearing, but a long-sleeved jersey and undershirt, bibs, knee warmers and long-fingered [...]
Turkish is a creature of ritual. Every morning when I drag ass out of the sack he leaps from the couch and joins me in the bathroom, where he launches into a clockwise series of bows and stretches, getting back rubs twice a lap.
After a few go-rounds, he curls up in the sink or on [...]
In comments we’ve been discussing touring bikes and the proper setup thereof. My interest stems from an e-mail chat with Michael Deme, editor of Adventure Cyclist magazine, about maybe banging out some word count for his unsuspecting readers. Never having toured, I set about doing a little research (thank Buddha for Al Gore’s Ethertubes) and [...]
Judas Priest. More rain. Happily, I managed to reduce the back-yard jungle with the lawn mower before the skies cut loose with a fresh dousing of angel piss. Must be the Kennedys celebrating the latest arrival. Dunno what they’re drinking up there, but clearly prostate issues don’t carry over into the next life.
Two of my favorite things, to be sure, and they were both on hand Saturday at the Rocky Mountain Bicycle Show at the National Western Complex in Denver.
I dropped round for a look-see, having missed last year’s inaugural show in the People’s Republic of Boulder, and shot the breeze with a few folks I know. [...]
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