Brek kek kek kek ko-ax ko-ax

So it was very, very dry all during the month of June, and then the last week has been soaking wet. (And it appears likely to continue for another couple of days, too.)

So what happens when a swamp hasn't had puddles and ponds, and all of a sudden has them again?

The frogs get in the mood all of a sudden! And, after all, I can't blame them. If I could break my own dry spell so easily, I would, too . . .

They've been really loud these past couple of nights. I imagine there will be tadpoles in all the gutters soon. At least they'll eat the mosquito larvae . . .

Brek kek kek kek ko-ax ko-ax

So it was very, very dry all during the month of June, and then the last week has been soaking wet. (And it appears likely to continue for another couple of days, too.)

So what happens when a swamp hasn't had puddles and ponds, and all of a sudden has them again?

The frogs get in the mood all of a sudden! And, after all, I can't blame them. If I could break my own dry spell so easily, I would, too . . .

They've been really loud these past couple of nights. I imagine there will be tadpoles in all the gutters soon. At least they'll eat the mosquito larvae . . .

Watch 'Em Writhe

DeLay's henchcritters claim that Texas's money laundering statute refers only to cash, not corporate checks; judge disagrees.

What kind of neurotic takes a dead baby home and makes his kids hug it?

The Washington press corps shows signs of growing a pair of huevos; White House spokesman McClellan is reduced to four-word responses. (This rewrite is also quite funny.)

Bandar Bush blows this stinkin' burg. What, no speculation that living in the other US city built on a solid foundation of swamp was playing hell with his desert-raised air-conditioned skin? Or does he know something that we don't about who's going down?


Oh, this is all so sweet. If the Shrub screws up the Supreme Court nom, the midterms in 2006 are going to make him the lamest duck that ever waddled down the isle. (We can hope/pray/work for it, anyway.) Karma, wyrd, the Threefold Return, whatever you want to call it . . . things are finally starting to look more like Nixon than Reagan around here. (Yeah, I know that scenario results in us having President Cheney writing pardons so fast he burns out the Autopen, but damn, I think I'm willing to pay that price.)

Watch 'Em Writhe

DeLay's henchcritters claim that Texas's money laundering statute refers only to cash, not corporate checks; judge disagrees.

What kind of neurotic takes a dead baby home and makes his kids hug it?

The Washington press corps shows signs of growing a pair of huevos; White House spokesman McClellan is reduced to four-word responses. (This rewrite is also quite funny.)

Bandar Bush blows this stinkin' burg. What, no speculation that living in the other US city built on a solid foundation of swamp was playing hell with his desert-raised air-conditioned skin? Or does he know something that we don't about who's going down?


Oh, this is all so sweet. If the Shrub screws up the Supreme Court nom, the midterms in 2006 are going to make him the lamest duck that ever waddled down the isle. (We can hope/pray/work for it, anyway.) Karma, wyrd, the Threefold Return, whatever you want to call it . . . things are finally starting to look more like Nixon than Reagan around here. (Yeah, I know that scenario results in us having President Cheney writing pardons so fast he burns out the Autopen, but damn, I think I'm willing to pay that price.)