Before Facebook gave us hot coeds kissing …
there were risque t-shirts

I’m getting kind of Palin-ed out, but if you can’t get enough of that saucy lil’ minx from Wasilla you probably want to bookmark Mudflats.

Personally I think the whole "He’s my son..(slap!)..he’s my grandson..(slap!)..he’s my son" thing is just a head fake from the McCain campaign to keep people from talking about the fact that Sarah Palin is the mother of John McCain’s black lovechild. I mean, why else would he select her?

And, by the way, you didn’t hear this from me. That came from…Kos. Kinda.

Oh. And it’s not nice to lie on the first date.

This is fun: George Bush trashes John Bolton. 

Other stuff…

Thanks to Mary from Seattle for the American Noir Novels from the 30′s & 40′s. Yes. We miss Satchmo too.

I don’t like to recommend books before I’m finished reading them, but I am really enjoying The Story Of Edgar Sawtelle which I had originally purchased for the studious and naughty-librarian-in-her-own-way mrs tbogg. However it arrived during the final days of Satch and she couldn’t bring herself to read it since it involves dogs, some of whom will obviously not make it until the end of the book. Having said that, it is beautifully written and the 7-page chapter entitled Almondine is such a gem that I went back and read it once more  immediately after finishing it. Again, I can’t speak to how the book will hold up through to the end, but its definitely a pleasure to read.

The sensitive and otherwise occupied mrs tbogg has discovered Mad Men on AMC and is enthralled. We have the first season on DVD but haven’t gotten around to cracking the cellophane yet. I’m guessing that will be in the works very soon.

And, lastly, please join me in wishing the lovely and talented Casey a Happy 19th Birthday.

Happy Birthday, Lefty.

I’d say that we gave her a trip to Hawaii for her birthday but that would be not entirely accurate…