Another day. How predictable.

And I feel like absolute crud. It's not my fault. It's all the bourbon I drank last night.

Today is July 4th. Happy Birthday Dad! It's amazingly not foggy here. Which means the annual tradition of watching the fireworks shoot into the fog and wondering what they look like may not happen this year. We'll just have to watch them in full visibility, like average Americans, I guess.

Are you a good Googler?

I was sad to hear of the demise of Salon.com, but just stopped by the site, and it seems to be still up, with fresh content and everything. For some reason, this article sent me into a morbid giggle.

Feeling blue? Well, I've got just the thing baby!

Well, Happy 4th - don't go to Wal-Mart!