For the third straight week, Tuesday finds your Supreme Spiritual Leader buried in a tomb of ice and frigid winter. For me personally, this is fine. Spending the first half of my life in Northern Climes and being swathed in a generous layer of blubber (seal-style) has me reasonably well set
Bastards
One Ping Only, Please: Tuesday Open Thread
Dante Hicks Tribute Carpenter Jorb
Time, Indeed: Tuesday Open Thread
Y'all fucked now. It's gonna be Buffalo and Philadelphia fans in New Orleans, a town second only to Las Vegas in promoting itself as The Home of Excess. Hide your daughters, hide your folding tables, grease up your lightpoles: it's gonna get weird. Seriously. The Bills are succeeding even when they are
Down, Down and Drowned: Tuesday Open Thread
NOTE: Sorry for the abbreviated post. The Young Deacon Mayhem took sick. Playoff Football Fever: Catch It! Then Spend Several Days In Bed, Praying For The Sweet Release of Playoff Football Death! Out of respect for our Bronco fan contingent, I will refrain from excessive celebration of Sunday's comprehensive second-half throatstomping by




