It’s been a light day of pondering around here. I promise to be deeper tomorrow.
If Mitt Romney tripped on the sidewalk and sprained his wrist, the hosts at Fox and Friends would immediately condemn the conspiracy of liberal pavement.
Good writers aspire to write something beyond their estimated ability. Bad writers, whether successful or not, content themselves with writing crap-plus-one.
I can claim curiosity about many things, but I really don’t want to know what Todd Akin’s definition of “ladlylike” is. If you’re made of sterner stuff than I am, click here.
Herbert Lom is dead at 95. He’s best remembered as Chief Inspector Dreyfus from the Pink Panther movies, but I was glad to see him in anything.