God, hes left as on aur oun.
This; that; a little of the other.
Ignatz on the administration’s MLK Jr. amicus. —Also, Atrios.
Messr. Capozzolla touchingly wakes the hairdresser.
This one, for no particular reason the rest of you should be hip to, is for Skook. (But y’all did know about National Geographic’s wallpaper-o’-the-day. Right?)
I really liked Chad Orzel’s point about rec.arts.nielsenhayden.com, so I thought I’d drop it casually in conversation over here, like I’d come up with it or something.
Via the ever-eloquent (by which, of course, I mean right-thinking) Dan Gillmor’s pithy, punches-unpulled take on the 7-2 Eldred decision: a new blog to follow, Copyfight.
In vaguely tangential if more important (although rather thumpingly obvious) news: television network executives are still every last one of them evil, ignorant scum who haven’t the sense God gave a flea and are all on a Machiavellian kick to suck everything good and pure and true and fun from our lives.
If you were wondering: yes. I am indeed Griffen’s hand model.
Oh, and Barry’s back. (Ask him about his electricity issues. It’s funny. In a glad-I-wasn’t-there sort of way.)
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