The Quease

Ugh, what did I eat? I started feeling bilious at lunch time yesterday and tonight I am green about the gills as well. Maybe my new carpet is poisoning me. I hope this clears up in the morning, because dag. I don't even want to turn my head.

The "Joe The Plumber" phenomenon is an excellent example of the braindead megaphone principle in action. But I come to praise the idea of an American community sending its own correspondent to cover, well, anything happening in the rest of the world instead of taking the word of The Experts. Who knows, maybe he'll learn something. (Okay, he probably won't, and I totally enjoyed the snark-ass commentary on Wonkette about the announcement, and I think at least knowing what The Experts think is a good idea. Still, the JTP-in-the-Holy-Land concept intrigues me.)

Dinosaur Mom Seal of Approval to flash tape. Now my blouses stay closed instead of gapping between buttons around my bosom. Hooray.