So, I watched Bill Maher this morning, and, much to my surprise, John Bolton wasn’t nearly as annoying as I thought he’d be (thank god – so to speak – Bill didn’t have him as a panelist). In fact, Bolton wasn’t the most annoying person on the show. Neither was Chris Matthews, surprisingly who called the twinkie-ass mother f*cker NY Times columnist (I think that’s what he is) on his bullshit. But even the TWAMF NT Times dude wasn’t the most annoying. It was the US Berkeley professor who didn’t seem to ever shut the f*ck up up who irritated me the most. And Anthony Weiner is always good, so, all-in-all, it was a pretty good show.

Otherwise, not much going on. It’s gonna be too damn hot here today, but I still have plans to get things done. Not sure I will (other than maybe to go buy beer, which I think I’m low on – at least based on the volume of it that seems to be on the front of the shirt I was wearing last night; you’d think after nearly half a century of putting shit in my mouth, I’d know where it is, but every now and again, I seem to miss, though I think I can chalk most of it up to foam dribble).

Louisiana is having a sale on living bird oil lamps this weekend. Buy one, get one free. As Maher said last night, the teabaggers ought to be required to go down there and clean the birds off with their drill baby drill t-shirts. Or, better yet, wade out a few hundred yards, and suck the oil up with straws. They can even keep whatever they can slop up.

Oh well, if I’m gonna pretend to accomplish something today, I suppose I’d better get started.