The website that supported the comments function, Squawkbox.flop, has apparently disappeared. So new comments windows are now below. The new set-up strikes me as 10% less aesthtically awful, but twice now the comments have somehow caused the blog to eat itself.
I'm writing now to put off lunch: leftover mushroom risotto from Satuday night. Me and milady made it: she had to wear panythose over her face while she chopped the onions, and she ended up looking eerily like Tom Noonan in Manhunter. But the friends came, the risotto was served, the beer drank, and then everyone sat and watched Freddy vs. Jason.
But now we have this congealed mound of risotto, which has the consistency of refrigerated oatmeal. You don't dish it up. You just cut cleave out out a slice and nuke it. And then you squash the thing into nice risotto-like mound. But a guy on a budget has gotta do what a guy on a budget has gotta do.
Less navelgazey: my woman keeps asking me which states are in the Democratic primary, and I usually start mumbling after South Carolina. But now there's a handy bass slapping song that lists all the battleground states (via my high school friend Frasca, who got it from Lileks (link to the right)). If it had a video, it'd be up there with "Everybody to the Limit."
Update: the Dean remix above also available with what sounds like a backing band for James Brown.
