Okay, so I walk into a business establishment, approach the counter, and say the following:

"I'd like a 4x4 flying dutchman, animal style."

Where am I?

I know, I know. My first guess was a male whorehouse in Amsterdam, too.

It was a day for lingual revelations. Turns out the Incas may have had a written language after all. Who knew? The question on everyone's mind, I'm sure, is can we translate it? And if so, how soon can we see that khipu novelization of "Bad Boys II?"

Whoa. This post is starting out like a bad Conan O'Brien monologue.

Speaking of, here's a collection of jokes from the late-night talk shows having to do with the 2004 election. You'll notice they all have to do with the Democratic nominees, yet not one of them is directed at Howard Dean. Can we take that as a good sign? Maybe. Am I desperate for good signs vis a vis the Democrats? Absolutely.

Am I sold on Dean? I think I am. I know he's pro-death penalty, somewhat pro-guns, fiscally conservative. But those are minor concessions to someone like me, in exchange for a candidate who's willing to go the mattresses with Shrub.

And holy shit, look at this. Maureen's talking about blogs!

Maureen. So fizzy. So frank. Be mine.

Jimmy Saffron @ 7:57 PM
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