Surely his name would be all over a project like this. Or would there have to be more violence involved first?

We still don't have practical methods for performing genetic redesign on human beings, and when they are finally exhaustively hammered out it's probably not going to be as simple as pressing a button to make all the problems go away.

Also, Nancy Kress, Beggars in Spain.

Is this where we might kibbitz about the tragic loss of Friday comics?

The link in my sig says a dollar in 1960 is worth more than $7 today.

$2 billion to wipe out smallpox is not quite the miracle of economic planning that $300 million is.

And look on the bright side! In 1960s dollars, that $3 trillion bailout only comes out to $42 billion!

I mean, Louis is often easy to relate to; we were all young once. But Bob? Is there something fundamentally right or wrong with his way of life?

That was easier than I thought. Click my sig.

I'd be most pleasantly surprised if Carol Lay was returning to the Story Minute format of old, but I find that most unlikely. Strips from the archives have been outnumbering brand-new strips here for a while now, you know. Not that I mind; I'm just pleasantly surprised to see something that is from the archives but that is also relatively fresh.

If I had the time I would try to locate this one at waylay.com or in the deepest depths of Salon's own archives, but that is a very time-consuming process.

Not Ms. Lay at her best, but still the classic Story Minute of old. I can't recall this one from the books or from recent Salon publication, though.

Whatever section of the archives this got pulled from, go back there again, please!

whether a style piece in the New York Times is actually reflective of some greater reality rather than fluff to entice people to read the paper.

the sort of fun we'd be having if the President was Jewish.

Religion is a lot of things - indeed, I agree with much of your post - but contrary to human nature? That's a real stretch.

I've read some interesting arguments about how the notion of God grows out of an infant's perception of its parents, for instance.

The work of Don Rosa and Carl Barks is in some ways much superior to the tangled continuities of Marvel. So there.

I spent ten minutes trying to find out the real meaning of "henway".

And to think the Wikipedians evidently think it doesn't need its own article.

Wasn't there a big ol' story here on Salon a while back where someone stated rather unequivocally that the whole Shia-Sunni issue was indeed pretty irrelevant prior to the invasion? Seems to me Mr. Kristol wasn't so wrong on that point, however dreadful he may be otherwise.

Yes, I admit that I can see some of the appeal now that I am much, much older, but as a kid Hariet the Spy stood out as one of the dullest books I had encountered. The sequel was worse.

Makes the Bildeberg Group (remember them?) seem like a friendly weekday business lunch.

I hardly pay attention to Google ads anymore. So many of them reek of scams and evil.

It must be said that it is a wonderful thing that their simple, unobtrusive, text-only ads have supplanted obnoxious flashing animations in some cases, though.

You know, take the fight to the source? Bomb the Savannas? Smoke 'em out?

Too crude? Too predictable? Too passé?

Good gravy, Cary, you're only figuring that out now ?!

Disney has "video rights to all of Ghibli's output that did not have previous international distribution". To say Studio Ghibli is a branch of Disney is rather thoroughly wrong.

Now go see Pom Poko, readers.

I am impressed by how the media does not seem to be swamped by discussion of Obama's proficiency at swatting.

Then again, it's only a matter of time. We still have Mr. Bolling on Thursday, after all.

And if you don't know what I'm talking about, you're probably better off that way.

and then special cream and talking crows were mentioned.

In seriousness, with all the crazy things they're doing with plastic surgery these days (and there have been some pretty crazy things), I would be surprised if someone out there hasn't already gotten webbed feet. Whether or not the webbing could be attached sufficiently well to withstand the rigors of swimming is another matter.

I seem to recall that champion swimmers do better with longer, floppier feet rather than webbing anyway.

I'd just like to say that if you've never read Bob the Angry Flower before, it is most entertaining (even though the archives are arguably superior to the current strips). Link in my sig.

And for Hardball ?

Scandalous.

Didn't they actually try something like that for a while?

For a second there, I thought that for the first time in years, Madame Asgar had returned anew! But this rerun was okay too.

'Twould be a fine thing to even have that much, says I.

The local online classifieds are starting to get so overwhelmed with smut, spam, and general creepiness I can hardly stand to look at them anymore.

Regardless of how the writing has been over the years, the lack of shading and detail from the new comics lately makes for a stark contrast.

It seems there's something about a bad movie review (anyone's bad movie review) that inspires deliciously crafty analogies like these. I love it.

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But if we have truly seen the end of that powerfully moving and frequently world-busting Story Minute of yore, then perhaps Ms. Lay is at least well-deserving of her newfound piece of mind, having given so much already.

Mayhap if this takes off we shall see the graphic memoir of the effective but non-sensational workout plan for men, describing the actions of some guy who can afford to exercise six hours a day, or something.