Driving to the grocery store today, thinking about the latest polls showing that the idiot is going to get a pass on Katrina from the poorly educated public, I heard a story on NPR that made me vomit on my shirt....
Read MoreI miss Phil Hartman terribly. Mostly, I miss him as the Caveman Lawyer. I practiced in a small town so most of the other lawyers seemed to emulate Matlock. You know, the folksy speech with the jurors and such....
Read MoreSometime after I was introduced to marijuana, but before I was introduced to Rene Descartes, the concept that perception is reality crossed my addled mind. Lying in my room late at night, in a state of extreme paranoia, it...
Read More[From the diaries by susanhu. Great reporting, BostonJoe!] I am apoplectic. Is that a word? I am just listening to a story by Phyllis Petrich. I emphasize the RICH part of her name. She was rescued from the Ritz-Carlton hotel....
Read MoreI am hunkered down in what has become my bunker. It is the same room where I watched the images of the Twin Towers in flames. Same television. Same computer, though I didn’t know what a blog was then. I...
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