
Sigh. That’s all.

Sigh. That’s all.
Omigod, The Sopranos wasn’t the only show with a mysterious ending this week:
Let’s see… I see orange… and yellow, and gold, and blue! What could that ringing bell possibly mean? And the flashing number? And a mysterious eye in the corner! ACK!!!
What can it all mean? What does this post mean? Is it possible that none of thi

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Mickie Reuster
Email records, phone logs, hard drives, the whole deal, going all the way back to 2001.
Quoting TPM, quoting Rahm Emanuel:
Link.
Excellent summary by David Michael Green.
If you read only one long, exhaustive post today, read this one, not the one below. Iraq is just a teeeeeeeny bit more important.

Only ten weeks old, and already she smells like burnt popcorn and corn chips. Oh, how can she binturong, when looks so binturite?
New resident of one of the world’s greatest zoos.