The Daily Word in exploding whales, Nexus Brewery and aging rockers
NASA is starting a moon garden.
The Denver Post has appointed a pot editor.
Think up a really good nuclear launch code.
Remember these G.I. Joe PSA parodies?
Dad colored in his kids’ drawings.
This exploding sperm whale is pretty much what I felt like last night.
Does your house have a creepy door?
A nearby skate park bothers Rob Zombie.
Enjoy this seemingly endless menagerie of aging rock stars.
Here’s the scary version of a Miley Cyrus song.
A local man gave a very unhappy Thanksgiving to two dogs.
There were also some very unhappy Thanksgiving car crashes.
Happy birthday Kim Delaney.
From the Foxhole
G.I. Tract: The Rise of Odor
When I have exhausted the offerings of my television and can pat my belly no longer in idle contentment, I indulge a rare reflection upon world affairs. In recent weeks I have thought about Haiti seven times. The last time was when American missionaries got into trouble for kidnapping Haitian children. At that point, confident that the right people were concerned with the situation, I felt justified in turning my attention to other matters, such as whether we should pull out of Afghanistan and Iraq.