Over the Holidays, as I reflected on the past year and steeled myself for the one forthcoming, I came to a STARTLING conclusion.
I haven’t a clue.
Yes, clueless.
First seals grew gigantic teeth and CLAWS on their FLIPPERS! Now, news from Australia that thousands of feral camels are holding an Australian town hostage. The unfunny thing is that Australia’s drought is a catastrophe of Biblical proportions.
Seals are getting SERIOUS! Did you know about these things? I didn’t — but I don’t get out so much anymore. See more of these crazy badass creatures here.
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight…
I do not like her here or there.
I would not like her anywhere.
I do not like going rogue and ham.
I do not like them Sam I Am.
So Rush Limbaugh wanted to buy The St. Louis Rams. His famous comment about sportswriters puffing up Donovan McNabb because he was a “black” quarterback derailed his rise from waterboy to sports empire builder; but as the first professional barker who shouts to the man on the ledge to “JUMP!” he has put enough filthy lucre in his pocket to buy the Rams.
I met the Pulitzer-winning critic for The New York Times at a cocktail party for one of William Boyd’s books (we were told she rarely goes to publisher’s affairs but she really liked Boyd’s writing) and she was what I expected: thoughtful, kind of shy, pleasant. It is hard to reconcile my remembrance of that party with the feared and often vilified book reviewer; the reviewer that de-balled Mailer and others. But the recent review of the new Johnathan Lethem book Chronic City is something to behold. I have pulled out the greatest hits:
It’s all over the news; not just the bloggy news either. No, not President Hitler talking to the Wall Street Storm Troopers in New York. Not, Hitler-loving Elton John trying to adopt a Stalinist baby from the Ukraine. Not the Republicans very own Joseph “Goebbels” Wilson who will not, I repeat will not, apologize anymore for being a member of the party. No, the top story of the day is Kanye “Notorious Big Hitler” West grabbing the microphone from Taylor “Perfect Vision of Aryan Beauty” Swift at the disastrous Radio City Music Hall Putsch the other night.
Hello, it’s Your Editor here. This post is a comment left by BellTolls on the Robert Carlyle sells you whiskey thing a recent while back and I, in a bout of benevolence, must now share it with you so it will enrich your life because it is Smokin’. You must read this and enjoy it.
Can I tell a story? Okay, I will.
