The Voices in my head are harmonizing in an early Beach Boys version of "Peace Train"

Busy weekend around Rancho Non-Sequitor as little Q had his christening. Mrs. Robbo came down without her brood to stand in as godmother, and in fine Barbara Bush godmother fashion, ordered water balloon hits on the mailboxes of the local Democratic party establishment.

What a gal.

Anyhoo, I've been smacked low with a case of blog-mutes the past couple of days---that periodic feeling of having nothing much to say. Grades are in, the schedule is clear, and it's time to spread the mulch. I'm hoping some good outside work in the garden can clear my otherwise clouded mind.

In the meantime, I leave you with this work of deranged genius from Wuzzadem. Personally, I'd like the Noam Chomsky Clippy(TM) downloaded for my word processor (It looks like you are writing a letter, undoubtedly to support the heirarchal exploitation of indigenous cultures by corporate constructivist ontologies: would you like the standard form?) I also commend to you these posts from X-Donk, if only in his ability to capture the coveted "Diane Lane George Allen Star Trek Vagina" google demographic.

JUST SAY "NO" UPDATE: Kids, let this be a lesson: Crack Kills.

Did we learn nothing as a nation from New Jack City?

CATS AND DOGS, LIVING TOGETHER: INDCent Bill finally getting some serious props for Rathergate from Tom Friedman. I mean, when I used to think of flat earth, I thought of Bill, but now it's official....

WTF? Canada has a......spy agency? Who knew!

Hosers.