Hell, I'm pretty sure Jazz is illegal in Utah, except in Salt Lake City, where it is tolerated in the form of "soft" jazz to keep the tourists on their way to Park City from rioting.

1-800-IM-SKEERED

It's all in the pronunciation.

He's sick of this fucking campaign too and hopes that this might be the final nudge to end all the bullshit. See, Hillary? You lost. Even John Edwards turned on you.

Except for how it's basically over.

If you don't like the process, then I guess you should do something to change it. But neither you, nor Hillary, get to change it in the middle. Next year, when all this is over, you can stand tall and see if the party is interested in a process that'll get you the result you want, instead of the one we got.

Good luck.

The first movie was pedantic, preachy, and forced, full of lousy acting and leaden writing. Only Tilda Swinton's moments on screen offered anything worth watching. That this movie is less than that previous dreck is surprising only because of how bad the first one was.

The books are okay, if you like your allegory delivered like a blunt force trauma to the head. The movies lack even Lewis' conviction, yet are no less blunt and manage to be even more dull. But, hey, critters talk and stuff, so I guess they'll sell some tickets.

Obama kicked McCain's and Bush's ass. McCain responded with "Wah!" Then Obama said, "Yer a big baby." Then McCain pooped in his pants and fed hot dogs to the members of the press on his bus.

If we let our craving for justice compromise the rule of law, we risk becoming George W. Bush.

..."I play too much WoW."

"Slap in the face" is internet for "I play too much WoW."

That was fun. I got to say that twice in one day. Now, if I just say it one thousand more times in the next five minutes I can be Wes.

Nuff said.

Slaves to the vanity of their owners and to the horse racing community. To pretend anything else is fatuous rationalization, no matter what you may think you know about what goes on inside their minds.

I'm not opposed to having animals in our lives or even to horse racing in particular, but I get tired of all these justifications people construct, and "But they like it" is the worst. It's irrelevant, and in fact, it's exploitative to use that as an excuse.

Where are we at on this? Are we really angry about Apple posts still, or what? I've been waiting for my iPhone for 3G. Does that make me a fanboi? A Kool-Aid drinker? I just want to which line to stand in.

That might be going away as well. The company has announced plans to shut it down if they can't find a buyer, and who would buy an incomplete network that's losing money? So, in Portland anyway, 3G is even more appealing.

3rd party apps will be nice too, assuming the offerings are good.

But there's no contest between either of them and McCain. I wasted my vote in the primary and wrote in John Edwards (maybe if I hadn't voted early, Edwards' endorsement would have changed things, or maybe not). In November my vote will be Dem Dem Dem, on down the line, whether Obama holds on as expected or Hillary pulls a rabbit out of her hat and somehow manages to claim the nomination.

There was a time in my life when a moderate Republican could win my vote. I voted for Mark Hatfield more than once. Those days are long past. The Republican malfeasance of the last decade pushed me to the left.

"I believe monkeys will fly out of my ass" kinda statements. People "believe" all kinds of crazy batshit things.

That anyone would think something is cool because Ms. Skeletor does it. Married to a Mormon and selling her DVD collection is hardly surprising after that.

And that's not my address.

...has seen her stalking down the street, taking breaks from chain-smoking only to browbeat her assistant or shriek into her cell phone.

For you to review a book that wasn't getting giant buckets of publisher co-op. There are some really great books coming out all the time with little or no support. More than a few are as good or better than every one you list here. But they come from either small publishers or big publisher "skipper" releases. You know, the ones where the publisher sales rep says, "It's okay to skip this one, so long as you order five crates of Harlen Coben." Nothing against, Coben -- he's fun -- but he gets plenty of attention.

What about Tasha Alexander? Her third novel is just out, A Fatal Waltz. Engaging, charming, clever, with depth and range.

How about Brett Battles? His new international thriller is out in a week. The Deceived.

Charlie Newton's debut, Calumet City. The new John Straley, a man who deserves far more attention than he receives. His The Big Both Ways really delivers.

Tip of the iceberg, with much more out there -- if you'd only be willing to look past the first four pages of the publishers' catalogs.

I crumble crispy bacon on top.

And while I'm here, I'll add to the shout outs for Denise Mina, Megan Abbott, and Tana French. Tana's debut was marvelous, and Denise and Megan are always fabulous.

Try reading. You don't have to assume. Neither side has a monopoly on toxicity, and to suggest that Hillary supporters somehow come off better than Obama supporters is disingenuous at best. You all come off as batshit to me.

How much is it? I want one. Seriously.