From the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America (IAVA.org), the story of Jon Town, a badly wounded soldier who got royally screwed out of his medical care — in fact, the Pentagon eventually claimed he owed them money.  This sentence here gives the flavor:

Read the whole thing. 

The Pentagon seems to be taking its cues from used car dealers.

Some very kind people have decided to tranquilize this oversized pudu and remove the plastic pumpkin out of fear the poor creature might starve:

I prefer to think this was just a clever improvised feedbag full of delicious candy.

Rule #2 of pudu cuisine: when something tastes good, attach it directly to your face.

UPDATE: In case you missed it, the deer eventually either freed itself (the version being spread by the Man) or simply got done slowly savoring the delicious candy.

You know which version I believe.

Some very kind people have decided to tranquilize this oversized pudu and remove the plastic pumpkin out of fear the poor creature might starve:

I prefer to think this was just a clever improvised feedbag full of delicious candy.

Rule #2 of pudu cuisine: when something tastes good, attach it directly to your face.

UPDATE: In case you missed it, the deer eventually either freed itself (the version being spread by the Man) or simply got done slowly savoring the delicious candy.

You know which version I believe.

My result with this ugly old headshot does not exactly enhance my confidence in machines’ ability to pick out terrorists in airports:

Because I get mistaken for Raquel Welch all the time.

I’ll be reading and signing Prisoner of Trebekistan at Book Soup on the Sunset Strip in West Hollywood on Saturday, November 18th, at 5 pm.

That’s one week from this Saturday, and it’s early enough you probably won’t need to change your plans much.  If your friends are as bookish as mine, you’ll probably even see a great holiday gift or two while you’re there.

It’s a cool neighborhood anyway.  Afterwards,
I dunno, maybe we’ll all wander over to the Viper Room and suck our cheeks in and try to look like we’re trying not to be seen, even though we chose to go to the Viper Room.  We’ll blend right in.

Or maybe you guys can walk up to Hustler afterward and try on ridiculous underwear and giggle.  Actually, there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be doing that with total strangers.  But you and the rest of the group will be welcome to if you like. Tell me all about it later.

So drop on by!