And the twain shall meet

…picking a running mate is — no disrespect intended — like picking a pet. How much time are you planning to spend with the little fellow? How much exercise will he be getting on an average day? On one extreme, you have the William Wheeler model (”There’s the living room. Go find a corner and sleep in it.”) On the other end, there’s the Cheney version in which the pet takes over the checkbook, diversifies the family investment portfolio and starts strafing at the neighbor’s cat.
- Gail Collins

I’ve had mornings like this:
http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com/post/35408075

Ballad of the TCP Reset Packet

Hail to the chief

This is just brilliant: Pulp Fiction by way of Shakespeare

I’m not generally a fan of sketch comedy, but I’ll make an exception for this.

I give you…. Skippy. And all the many, many things he cannot do in the army.

Erm, Bill? You know that comic you keep wanting to write about our cats? Apparently, someone beat you to it. On a side note, I am now *in pain* from laughter.

I have found… things never to do in a Shakespearean production. I snarfed my drink reading this one. And I /don’t/ snarf easily.