In case you’re wondering, this would be baked salmon with a mustard sauce and saffron risotto, plus leeks.
Re: the current climate of distracto-scandal overload:
I found a few interesting things about World War Sexting that don’t necessarily have to do with a picture of “junk” (curious about how that word entered the lexicon, maybe Bret Favre?).
There were a whole lot of Times-scooping posts from Daily Kos, and this was one of my favorites. Of course, the unfortunate thing about this whole situation is actually having to think about Breitbart, who is kind of like a very bad Perez Hilton pretending to have journalistic legitimacy, responsible for both the Acorn de-funding hoax and the atrocious Shirley Sherrod incident. Uck.
A very interesting piece in Salon describes a race-based dirty trick perpetrated by the Weenie-man during his first, successful run for City Council in 1991. Puts him in the tradition of Abe Beame, Mark Green, and pretty much everyone who’s run for mayor of New York since John Lindsay. In those days I was in close proximity to Wayne Barrett and da Running Scared Crew, but I don’t remember this at all.
Even Rachel Maddow does a shtick–does it show that she didn’t really want to be doing this, I mean, plugging New York magazine?
The irony that Huma Abedin began working for Hillary Clinton around the same time that Monica Lewinsky started with Bubba has bubbled around a bit. Many twisted conservative blogs are repeating a blind item Michael Musto wrote about Hillary having a lesbian affair with her intern to put an even more perverse spin on poor Huma’s so-called life. But now, this just in: she’s pregnant. I think I’m gonna be sick.
This is a self-portrait I took in my backyard, which I wound up tweeting accidentally to several inappropriate followers. There’s a wonderful explanation of how that happened here.