1. Yesterday was the first day that I had more people searching for “tiny cat pants” show up here (16) than people searching for hermaphrodite porn (8)! I am tickled that some small number of folks are searching for my blog and finding it.
2. If you are not following the Steve Cohen/Nikki Tinker race, you are missing out on the quintessential lesson in what is wrong with the Democratic Party in this state. I can put it no more eloquently than how autoegocrat puts it.
3. It tickles me that Alice Randall’s husband wants to join the Belle Meade Country Club. Oh, that tickles me so much. For those of you not from Nashville, let me sum it up for you thusly. If he were to get in, he would be the second black man to ever be granted membership to the country club in its 107 year history.
4. You have not lived until you’ve read Jim Ridley’s review of Beer for My Horses. It’s worthwhile to read the whole thing, but “they kidnap the brother from the local hoosegow and mount an invasion of Mexico fortified with bow-hunter Ted Nugent (cast against type as a mute) and a pooch who fights crime with his premonitive farts” is the best part, for sure.
5. If you’re even remotely curious about the last Twilight book, might I recommend this take on it? I laughed so hard at ” NO! NO COUNSELING! NO MORE COUNSELING! I’VE BEEN HERE WRITING FOR TEN HOURS, MY FINGERS ARE CEASING TO FING!” Fing. Genius.
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