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  • Monday Morning Links

    Grüezi Mitenand!

    Mü!

     

    Since it is Monday morning, the banterings will be kept to a minimum. Get some kaffe and begin your readings.

    • Um…looks like the old, 20th Century defense-against-Germany-system was not turned off. Whoopsï.
    • Ah…the NYC Stasi. “Leading the list is lawyer David Dong”… Heh.
    • Next up on Airstrip One’s violence control programme… banning hammers. Use the banhammer of hammers?
    • Next time Meeechelle’s old chief of staff comes calling, asking for a favor…decline.
    • I fully expect the same level of outrage at Turkey, as at Saudi Arabia…right? Oh, and celebrity Tweets and pronouncements, cannot forget those!

    That is all. Music links will have to be self provided.

  • Things to Come – Week of April 29th

     

    Back to our semi-regular feature, Things to Come. We have managed to pry more really good material out of all of our contributors the past two weeks, and SP has cracked the whip and restored….discipline here at Glibs HQ. I thank all of you who have, and who are contributing to our site. Please don’t tell yourself that nobody would be interested, or we won’t be bothered with running it, or any such thoughts about your contributions here. I have learned a fair bit, and enjoyed seeing what all of you have done or seen.

    So, The Shape of Things to Come!

    Monday – Animal returns with Part 1 of a new series. Bolt guns, baby! And Tulip pops in later, and delivers us a travel article.

    Tuesday – Pie shows us around town. His town. The best town.

    Wednesday – I…I am not sure I can take another Hat and Hair like last week’s… *shivers uncontrollably* But, I am sure SugarFree will craft…something that will tear our souls apart. And entertain. Always that.

    Thursday – Two part 2’s! Subwoofer at Burning Man, and Evan in Sri Lanka.

    Friday – Fourscore tells how a union made his life better (no, really! Just read it and you will see what he means)…followed by an evening visit from the Cryptid of the Week.

    Weekend – Expect a visit from our usual strong line up of OMWC, Not Adhan, Mexican Sharpshooter and a special appearance.

    Your weekday Links will continue to be provided by Banjos, OMWC, Brett and yours truly.

    Over to you, the commentariat – remember, no OT in this post!

     

    “I tell you, the day comment section IS yours!”
  • IFLA: “The Changing of the Seasons” Edition of the Horoscope for the Week of April 28

    For some reason, I sleep like crap when the seasons turn, so I apologize if I can’t see too deeply into the signs above.

    In fact, I can only see Saturn lining up with the Earth and the Moon, which could mean either trouble at home, broken locks, or good garden harvests.  There’s no definite distinction as to what sort of trouble you could be expecting at home-wise, but with Saturn’s connection to lead and the Moon’s connection to water, it could mean plumbing issues (sorry Mo).

    Welcome to the top of the chart, Taurus!  Everyone else watch out for tendencies towards behavior for both good (strength, stamina, patience, focus) and bad (anger, callousness, a foolish consistency, recklessness) during this month of being bombarded by bull beams.

    Remember last month how Pisces was stealing all of Aries’ mojo?  Same shit different sign.  Aries gets a lesser version of what it should have had in re: love and luck, and Taurus’ is delayed.  The same bad stuff is stable — Mars in Gemini, Jupiter retrograde in Sagittarius, and Saturn in Capricorn; but there is one major shaking things up happening: the Moon is in Aquarius.  This is generally a good sign of bounty, unexpectedly large return on investments, assistance unlooked for, that sort of thing.  But the overriding meaning is change, so there is also a non-trivial chance of disaster/ruin.

    This week’s draw is very male-dominant.  All of the Wands are upright, all of the Cups are reversed.  The positioning of the court Wands cards indicates Zardoz-disapproved activity, though it reads more strongly if looked at from a male-male perspective, so maybe he’ll be OK with that.  There will be an abrupt transition between this week and the next.

    Taurus:  Ace of Wands – Creation, invention, enterprise

    Gemini:  7 of Cups, reversed – Desire, will determination

    Cancer:  2 of Wands – Riches, fortune, magnificence, “The sadness of Alexander amidst the grandeur of the world’s wealth”

    Leo:  9 of Cups, reversed – Truth, loyalty, liberty, mistakes, imperfections

    Virgo:  5 of Swords – Degradation, reversal, dishonor, loss, infamy

    Libra:  Knight of Wands – Dark man, probably a countryman, friendly, honest, conscientious

    Scorpio: The Blank Card – All possibilities are yours.

    Sagittarius:  6 of Wands – victory, triumph, great news, hope

    Capricorn:  The Chariot, reversed – Riot, quarrel, dispute, litigation, defeat

    Aquarius:  The High Priestess, reversed – Passion, ardor, conceit, superficial knowledge

    Pisces:  8 of Swords – Bad news, crisis, censure, conflict, sickness

    Aries:  Death, reversed – inertia, sleep, sleepwalking, lethargy

     

  • Sunday Funday Morning Links


    We were invited to play 3D laser golf last night. Don’t ask. The ever-wise SP suggested drinking as an alternative. So we put away a passel of ethanol with some fellow libertarians, which is the right way to drink; we don’t have to worry about letting something slip out. And they brought pizza for Wonder Dog, which cements them in her world as her new favorites (“Swiss no bring pizza any more.”).

    So if these links seem kinda fuzzy, I blame the alcohol.

    Birthdays today include a doctrinaire; a politically incorrect yellowface; an alcoholic on wheels; a guy who figured out how to monetize saving Jews; and a notorious consumer of Publix roast chicken, my mother.

     


     

    Someone has been listening to Omar and Tlaib.

     

    Trump praises shitty marksmanship.

     

    This guy sets a far better example.

     

    NRA drama continues. Fuck ’em.

     

    In true socialist fashion, the Pope is generous with other people’s money.

     

    I’m very curious what the Team Blue spin on this will be.

     

    New York Times accidentally says something they really think.

     

    My guilty pleasure is Hate Radio, either Red or Blue. This selection seems… bland.

     

    “It’s his sled!”

     

    Generic industrial swill, but expensive. Just what we needed. Spud and I drank multiple bottles of the ’85, ’88, and ’90. Meh.

     

    I… I… I… have no words.

     


     

    Old Guy Music today indulges my taste for bizarre mashups. Death metal clarinet, anyone?

     

  • Economics Corner with Paul Krugman and Winston’s Mom

    Hey fellas?  How ya been?

    Here’s tonight’s drivel from your favorite Nobel Laureate!

    A peculiar chapter in the 2020 presidential race ended Monday, when Bernie Sanders, after months of foot-dragging, finally released his tax returns. The odd thing was that the returns appear to be perfectly innocuous. So what was all that about?

    The answer seems to be that Sanders got a lot of book royalties after the 2016 campaign, and was afraid that revealing this fact would produce headlines mocking him for now being part of the 1 Percent. Indeed, some journalists did try to make his income an issue.

    This line of attack is, however, deeply stupid. Politicians who support policies that would raise their own taxes and strengthen a social safety net they’re unlikely to need aren’t being hypocrites; if anything, they’re demonstrating their civic virtue.

    This criticism is perfectly valid as Bernie’s entire message is the wealthiest among us should pay for every tom, dick, and harry snatch of a government program that he never seems to have an issue supporting.  If he himself makes more money than nearly all Americans and programs where he can pay more in taxes than is required by law, yet fails to do so demonstrates hypocrisy on his part. He can’t even say he donated to charity, as he donated a pittance compared to what he made.  Bernie is no saint and neither are you for defending him.

    But failure to understand what hypocrisy means isn’t the only way our discourse about politics and inequality goes off the rails. The catchphrase “the 1 Percent” has also become a problem, obscuring the nature of class in 21st-century America.

    Focusing on the top percentile of the income distribution was originally intended as a corrective to the comforting but false notion that growing inequality was mainly about a rising payoff to education. The reality is that over the past few decades the typical college graduate has seen only modest gains, with the big money going to a small group at the top. Talking about “the 1 Percent” was shorthand for acknowledging this reality, and tying that reality to readily available data.

    But putting Bernie Sanders and the Koch brothers in the same class is obviously getting things wrong in a different way.

    This is absolutely correct.  The Kock brothers donate generously to charity, as well as have a number of foundations in their name, including educations grants, research, k-12…. How much did Bernie donate again?

    True, there’s a huge difference between being affluent enough that you don’t have to worry much about money and living with the financial insecurity that afflicts many Americans who consider themselves middle class. According to the Federal Reserve, 40 percent of U.S. adults don’t have enough cash to meet a $400 emergency expense; a much larger number of Americans would be severely strained by the kinds of costs that routinely arise when, say, illness strikes, even for those who have health insurance.

    $400?  Sounds like a personal problem.  Even I have $2000 in cash hidden in my ass.

    So if you have an income high enough that you can easily afford health care and good housing, have plenty of liquid assets and find it hard to imagine ever needing food stamps, you’re part of a privileged minority.

    But there’s also a big difference between being affluent, even very affluent, and having the kind of wealth that puts you in a completely separate social universe. It’s a difference summed up three decades ago in the movie “Wall Street,” when Gordon Gekko mocks the limited ambitions of someone who just wants to be “a $400,000-a-year working Wall Street stiff flying first class and being comfortable.”

    Even now, most Americans don’t seem to realize just how rich today’s rich are. At a recent event, my CUNY colleague Janet Gornick was greeted with disbelief when she mentioned in passing that the top 25 hedge fund managers make an average of $850 million a year. But her number was correct.

    One survey found that Americans, on average, think that corporate C.E.O.s are paid about 30 times as much as ordinary workers, which hasn’t been true since the 1970s. These days the ratio is more like 300 to 1.

    Why should we care about the very rich? It’s not about envy, it’s about oligarchy.

    With great wealth comes both great power and a separation from the concerns of ordinary citizens. What the very rich want, they often get; but what they want is often harmful to the rest of the nation. There are some public-spirited billionaires, some very wealthy liberals. But they aren’t typical of their class.

    Its not about millionaires like Bernie.  No, the problem is billionaires.  You’re starting to sound like this guy.

    The very rich don’t need Medicare or Social Security; they don’t use public education or public transit; they may not even be that reliant on public roads (there are helicopters, after all). Meanwhile, they don’t want to pay taxes.

    …but…but…muh ROOOOOOAAAAAAAADZ.  Billionaires never use ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAADZ.

    Sure enough, and contrary to popular belief, billionaires mostly (although often stealthily) wield their political power on behalf of tax cuts at the top, a weaker safety net and deregulation. And financial support from the very rich is the most important force sustaining the extremist right-wing politics that now dominates the Republican Party.

    Well shit.  Could it be prominent politicians in the Democrat Party, like Bernie, having anything to do with that?

    That’s why it’s important to understand who we mean when we talk about the very rich. It’s not doctors, lawyers or, yes, authors, some of whom make it into “the 1 Percent.” It’s a much more rarefied social stratum.

    None of this means that the merely affluent should be exempt from the burden of creating a more decent society. The Affordable Care Act was paid for in part by taxes on incomes in excess of $200,000, so 400K-a-year working stiffs did pay some of the cost. That’s O.K.: They (we) can afford it. And whining that $200,000 a year isn’t really rich is unseemly.

    But we should be able to understand both that the affluent in general should be paying more in taxes, and that the very rich are different from you and me ­— and Bernie Sanders. The class divide that lies at the root of our political polarization is much starker, much more extreme than most people seem to realize.

    Last I checked, with a single exception, none of the billionaires you are lambasting are running for president.  The number of billionaires is also such a tiny number in comparison to the general population that simply taking their money will never pay for his programs.  No, he will have to tax people like him, like you and nearly everyone else to pay for turning the entire country into a marauding gang of whores.  When given the chance to pay more than his “fair share” of taxes, or even to charities that do a lot of good helping the poor and downtrodden, he chose not to.  This is what makes him a hypocrite, because he knows better than everyone else who actually produced anything of value to society and was rewarded with wealth beyond what any one person might require, until it cums to his own money.

    Which is fine for you to defend him, you advocate the same bullshit he does, and as it turns out, you also donated absolutely nothing to charity, either.

  • Back to Beer!

    Easter passed.  I can drink beer now.  But of all the beer on Earth I can now drink, which should it be?

    This is my review of Guinness Milk Stout.

    Yes you read that correctly, milk stout.  One of the first things I discovered in Ireland was Guinness makes an entire line of beer for sale all over Ireland.  The actual first thing I discovered?  Not every toll booth on the M50 has a human working in it, so should you find yourself confused by road signs in English and Gaelic, and at a toll without a human…have exact change.  The second thing I discovered?  Not a single Dubliner honked waiting for my wife to dismount and walk over to a booth that could give us change for €20.   None.  They didn’t care.

    WTF does that say?

    As far as others I got a chance to sample…

    O’hara’s  leann folláin (left).  No idea how that is pronounced and I am glad I found this one.  I got it at a supermarket in Clontarf near the hotel I was staying at. They do make a barrel age version, but since I don’t recommend paying Irish taxes I went with this one.  Traditional Irish dry stout, like Guinness but overall has a more complex maltiness.  Seems to be made with more regard; I highly recommend. 4.2/5

    (right)Next stop was in Killarney where I spent the next couple of days.  I found this at a local pub where I discovered they play a version of soccer with their hands.  This was pretty solid, but not anything to write home about.  Killarney Irish Red. 3/5.

     

     

     

    Hop House 13.  Made by Guinness.  This is pretty much everywhere in Ireland, and they do a good job of making sure you are aware it exists.  Ever had Spitfire?  Its like that.  Apparently everything Guinness makes is made with their coveted in-house yeast, which makes for a lager that is mostly confused given that Guinness is an ale.  Its a translager. 2.5/5

    Later I moved up to the North where I had the aforementioned Carlsberg Unfiltered.  Belfast is pretty cool, but not surprisingly struck me as a rough town.

    Finally, returned to Dublin where I picked up a couple of stouts at the airport because exchanging Euro to Dollars sucks.  I just didn’t think the Czech girl was going to open it for me at 0745.  If this brings to mind their infamous foreign export stout, this lives up to the hype. Guinness West Indies Porter 4.7/5

    Which meant I was saving the milk stout for when I got back home.  I wish the Czech girl at the airport opened this to be honest but it’s still pretty good.  Sweeter than regular Guinness and doesn’t hide behind a mountain of nitrogen fueled foam.  Guinness Milk Stout:  4/5

  • Is it Saturday Morning already? Links

     

    As the triple digit temperatures start, I have to continually answer the question, “We moved here, why exactly?” And as I see the asphalt melting and birds spontaneously bursting into flame as they try to fly, I wonder the same thing. What I don’t wonder about is the fun I have putting links out in front of some of the funniest, snarkiest, and most perverted people on the internet. And here they are, following the usual birthday list.

    Happy birthday to the guy who’s buried in Grant’s Tomb; … .- — ..- . .-.. — — .-. … .; the guy who is in every goddam NY Times crossword; and my spirit animal for rumpled disheveledness.

     


     

    I’m sure this report is objective and balanced.

     

    Speaking of which, what was Einstein’s definition of insanity again?

     

    Turnabout is unfair play. Shouldn’t this guy have been a white supremacist? It’s all so confusing.

     

    This would matter if I gave the tiniest of fucks about the NRA. I don’t. It’s a shit organization if you’re a principled 2A advocate.

     

    If SP and I hadn’t escaped Illinois, we’d be dealing with this. Not sure the heat here is an improvement…

     

    Fifteen minutes are up?

     

    Odds that this is propaganda? I’m seriously agnostic but leaning toward yes.

     

    A solution to the Mexican/Central American immigration problem?

     

    I’m shocked, SHOCKED to find that Team hacks are Team hacks.

     

    Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

     

    This seems like cultural appropriation.

     


     

    Old Guy Music features electric blues played by easily the sweatiest guitarist ever. But it’s marvelous- Stevie Ray meets Haystacks Calhoun.

     

  • STEVE SMITH FRIDAY NIGHT LINKS… “FINDING STEVE SMITH”

     

    STEVE SMITH HEAR SILLY PEOPLE LOOK OUT HIM. THEY SELL BOOK. STEVE SMITH NO UNDERSTAND. HIM TALK HERE ALL TIME. NO BE “INVESTIGATOR”…READ GLIBERTARIANS.COM!

    STEVE SMITH SEE VIDEO. VERY SILLY PEOPLE “CALL SASQUATCH”. IT EASY GET STEVE SMITH SHOW UP. NO YELL, SAY “OH DEAR, I THINK WE ARE LOST!” OR “THE TOUR BUS HAS A FLAT TIRE.” MAYBE, “THIS CAVE LOOKS SAFE, WE CAN WAIT THE STORM OUT IN HERE.” THAT GUARANTEE STEVE SMITH VISIT! BY GUARANTEE STEVE SMITH VISIT, MEAN YOU WIN CONTEST. BY WIN CONTEST MEAN WIN RAPE. RAPE ALWAYS FIRST PRIZE!

    COME BACK! WIN FIRST PRIZE!

     

    WHAT MAKE “STEVE SMITH SHAKE HIM RAPESQUATCH HEAD”, IS SILLY ANIMAL PLANET TV SHOW. STEVE SMITH NO “ANIMAL” – THAT GUN EXPERT ON GLIBERTARIANS.COM! STEVE SMITH, HIM RAPESQUATCH AND PROMINENT FOREST LAWYER! HIM TALK GOOD. IS SMART. ANIMAL PLANET MAKE LOTS SHOWS, BUT NEVER FIND STEVE SMITH.

    LAST – STEVE SMITH HAVE SERIOUS STALKER PROBLEM. THEM WORSE THAN SILLY ANIMAL PLANET PEOPLE. STEVE SMITH THINK HIM GO REPORT SIGHTING…PUT IN FLORIDA, SO PEOPLE GO WRONG PLACE!

    STEVE SMITH SAY, RELAX. JUST READ GLIBERTARIANS.COM. YOU FIND RAPESQUATCH!

    MERCH!

    FREE CASCADIA!

  • Friday Afternoon Sick Kid Links

    Hey, you know what’s lots of fun? Hanging out with a nauseous three-year old all night. He had it timed so every time I’d fall asleep, 10 minutes later… BLEERRCH! I feel bad for the little guy. Its no fun to be dry heaving at 3am. He didn’t even get to enjoy being drunk before it. Anyhow, I’m tired and you’re gonna have to make some of your own fun this Friday afternoon.

    NASA and FEMA prepare for SMOD.

    Sneaky fucking Russians.

    No doubt even after this bit of largess, I’ll still have a surly Uber driver bitching about the pay, or lack thereof.

  • What Are We Reading – April, 2019

    Another last Friday of the month and another scramble to present ourselves as citizens of the world: growing intellectually and emotionally by exposing ourselves to the ideas and experiences of others to better understand that which exists outside of ourselves and empathize with those who think, feel and live differently than we do…and also a lot of genre fiction, mostly because of Brett.

    SP

    So I picked up Dark Matter and the Dinosaurs: The Astounding Interconnectedness of the Universe by Lisa Randall. With a title and subtitle like that, one might think this is going to contain groundbreaking research. This is, after all, written by someone who, “studies theoretical particle physics and cosmology at Harvard University.”

    Well, here is what the author says just two pages in: “This book explores a speculative scenario in which my collaborators and I suggest that dark matter might ultimately (and indirectly) have been responsible for the extinction of the dinosaur.”

    You know WHO ELSE had collaborators!

    OMWC

    Unpacking our books, I ran across one I hadn’t read in decades, Carl Sagan’s The Demon-Haunted World: Science As A Candle In The Dark. In theory, this is a book about critical thinking, examining people’s beliefs regarding alien abductions, faith healing, ESP, spirit mediums, “recovered memory” as part of the Satanic Panic of that time, and many more. Sagan’s continuing theme is that we do not educate our kids well enough for them to develop an effective bullshit filter, and that they don’t learn science properly, it being taught as a collection of facts rather than as a process of arriving at truth (or at least a better approximation of truth). There’s a lot of good stuff packed in there, but it’s difficult to resist yelling and throwing the book across the room since it assumes that teaching must be done by government schools staffed by highly paid government indoctrinators. If only he had examined THAT assumption critically… Lot of gratuitous swiping at religion, much of it deserved, much of it just for effect and moral preening. And somehow, he skims over the evil Janet Reno’s role in sending innocent parents and teachers to jail for secret child sex rituals. Bleh. Read James Randi’s Flim Flam instead.

    Twenty years ago, when Food Network was actually about cooking and teaching, there was a wonderful show called Taste, hosted by David Rosengarten. Each week, Rosengarten would take a single ingredient, teach about it, and demonstrate several dishes to feature it. It was stark, simple, no bullshit, and a delight to watch if you were serious about upping your cooking game. I bought his Dean & Deluca Cookbook, and it rapidly became of one of my go-to books when tackling something new. Something bad must have happened because Taste vanished without a trace. Rosengarten hasn’t, though, and I have been reading It’s All American Food for pleasure and to get ideas on things to cook and how to cook them. Like me, it’s divided into two main sections, the first being American takes on ethnic cuisines (where we twist, bend, and blend dishes into something unrecognizable to its native land, but somehow even more delicious because of the mixing of influences- appropriation, if you will), and the second being regional American cuisines, a concept foreign to non-Americans, who generally don’t understand the rich variety of our geographically diverse foods and cooking methods. Well fuck those Euro-weenie snobs, America is a food paradise, and this book is a celebration of that.

    jesse.in.mb

    Morieux and Tollman – Six Simple Rules: How to Manage Complexiy without Getting Complicated: Part of my friend’s “Ha, you’re in charge of people…well, let’s fix you” series. Six Simple Rules is short but dense and occasionally feels obtuse, but the ideas that landed have provided immediate paths forward for problems I’d thought were intractable. I see myself referencing the concluding chapter and the rule summaries repeatedly while I struggle through the implications of some of the denser sections.

    Patterson, Grenny, McMillan, Switzler – Crucial Conversations I have mixed feelings about this one. It starts off overly self-helpy and frequently praises its own efficacy as part of the way it describes thinking about how you enter into necessarily intense conversations with others. I probably would not have read it if my friend (who has trained with this group professionally) had not pushed it as hard as she did (still trying to fix me), but I’m also glad that I did. It’s helped me avoid the Scylla and Charybdis of saying nothing to avoid conflict and being pushy when I think I’m right in both my personal and professional life and I’ve passed it on to a few friends and coworkers where appropriate. (I was almost done with this one last month but not quite there).

    Recipes for the Cuisinart: Food Processor by James Beard: So I was trying to track down a brioche loaf recipe that I used to make when I first started baking. Everything goes in the food processor, rise, punch down, shape into a loaf and let it rise again. Apparently this recipe was ultimately James Beard’s fault from a midcentury cookbooks put out by Cuisinart. I had to have it. While I was messing around on this front I also picked up America’s Test Kitchen – Food Processor Perfection. I’d recommend the latter over the former although the recipes look solid in the Beard one, they’re also largely midcentury. The best bit was Beard takes a bunch of standard recipes and shows how the device can be more effectively used to speed it up rather than following the recipe as linearly. The ATK one seemed a bit obvious until I started hitting how to effectively slice and grind meat. The BF and I have done bulgogi from thinly shaved tritip, meatballs from short ribs and flap meat and a chuck roast lasagna that have each been spectacular. The food processor managed to steal precious counter space from the Kitchenaid this month.

    Kevin Panetta (author) and Savanna Ganucheau (Illustrator) – Bloom: Cute gay bildungsroman centered on a family bakery in a small east coast town.

    JW

    Genji Monogatari by Murasaki Shikibu. Riven promised tentacles and busty women in school uniforms, but this is just an erudite exploration of the psychology of characters who are both alien in their setting, but contemporary and fresh in the way that the author addresses them as fully realized players in their world. While I’d conten-Oh! Beach volleyball. Later gators.

    SugarFree

    I read a lot of things here and there this month, but the highlight was definitely Charlotte Roche’s Wetlands, a novel that contains all the fluids a body can produce, and in excessive amounts. Either a brilliant dissection of the constraints patriarchy places of women’s bodies or a disgusto-porn novel put out by a respectable publisher, it is a pretty wild ride; Walt Whitman taken to the logical extreme:

    Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel’d with
    doctors and calculated close,
    I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

    Riven

    Well, I didn’t manage to get to the books I said I’d hoped to read this month in our last “What Are We Reading.” Wah wah. But it was tax season! And my birthday! And other excuses! Also, I had some personality conflicts at work, which I complained about at length to jesse.in.mb. He said he had been reading this one book, and it had been really helpful for him. So, I also have been reading Crucial Conversations. I have not yet finished it but I’ve tried to using some of the things I have read about at work, and it has been massively helpful. I agree with jesse.in.mb’s thinking above: pretty self-helpy and self-congratulatory so far. I am hoping to actually finish it in May, but even if I don’t, I’m pleased with what I have taken away from it up to this point.

    Can you believe JW believed me? I’m always promising tentacles and busty women in school uniforms–you’d think he would have learned by now.

    mexican sharpshooter

    This month the best book I read was about a cat named Pete, or Pete the Cat if you will.  Today he made a big lunch.  Most people think Pete is a child–he’s not.  He’s a total stoner and if you need proof, here is a photo of the stoned kitty.

    Now Pete was hungry for lunch, and he discovered the sandwich he made was far too large for even Pete with the munchies.  He just kept adding things between two slices of bread until he realized he just had a giant stack of food between two pieces of bread.

    So he invited a couple buddies over, and they each got a piece of the sandwich.