Whoa.  Thought I’d peek in at the site traffic before heading off to
bed, and holy crap

Came across this while researching the first volumes of the new History Dudes series I’ve started working on for DK in Britain, for a book called Viking Dudes:

Ivar the Boneless.

Wow.  That must have been really awkward at parties.

Hi,
I’m Ulric the Fierce, and these are my friends Harald the Strong,
Gunther the Powerful, and Olaf the Testosterone-Laden.  Listen, Gunther
has a thing for Inga the Large-Chested over there, but she brought four
classmates from the village of Hornidottir.  So we need one more
wingman.  Are you in?  And what’s your name?

. . . um. . . it’s Ivar.  Just. . . call me Ivar.

A birthday shout-out to the of the namesake of my new book, who has now done over 5000 episodes of a certain quiz show and still seems to enjoy it as much as ever.

The best present you could get the guy, I think, just might be five thousand more.

Said without the slightest irony: entirely possible.

Perhaps I will see him again, when they hold the Heads-In-Jars Tournament of 2052.

How I feel most days until at least the middle of the afternoon…

To the NY Times regarding their inability to distinguish occasional foul language on the left from actual calls on the right for violence and even murder of elected officials, judges, and media people who don’t toe the lunatic line.

Read the whole thing.  It’s well-said.