One hundred fourteen! Woot! Or something like that. Anyhow, on with the links….
:: Never open a book with weather.
:: When you have lost hope, when your world feels broken, it is so important to remember what a tremendous difference a year can make. Anything is possible. Sometimes the universe surprises you. (Isn’t that the truth….)
:: You know, all in a day’s work.
:: Ah, yes, settling Soviet hash through a massive war during which, one assumes, no bloodshed or suffering or any other unpleasantness would have taken place. Too bad we listened to weak-kneed Harry Truman. (And here. I swear….)
No doubt, if they were ever self-aware enough to recognize this, though, they’d just find a way to blame Gore for it.
:: It’s good to see that Deanna, who has long be consigned to child-raising and house-maintenance duties, has accepted her position as a mere employee in Michael Patterson’s Wonderful Life and has agreed to wear a name tag. OR…. He kind of looks like the victim of a drive-by prostate exam. (That last is, technically, a comment by a reader of that blog. But wow, that’s funny.)
:: According to Entertainment Weekly, George Lucas is currently on the hunt for a number of writers to script 13 episodes of his planned live-action Star Wars TV series. (I’m here, George! And I’m not doing anything! I can be out there the day after tomorrow, if you want! Wife? Daughter? Pagh!)
OK, we’re done now. Tune in next week. Because if you don’t, you’re a poopyhead.