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Congrats!

And why stop there?

Minsk or Bust!

Really enjoyable post, Planetime, as always. You say your trip is routine, without a lot of excitement, but it's just the kind of vacation that I would enjoy, and I thank you for sharing it.

Happy Fifty-First Birthday!

I wonder if Clapper still has that call I made to Domino's a few months back. I could swear they offered me a free order of breadsticks.

Why Paddy's Not At Work Today

Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. Brenda, may I come in? I've somethin' to tell ya. Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband? That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery... Oh, God no! Please don't tell me. I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry. Finally, she looked up. How did it happen, Tim? It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned. Faith an' Begorrah! But you must tell me the truth, Tim. Did he at least go quickly? Well, Brenda... No. In fact, he got out three times to pee.

Never been very good with metric. Hmm, lessee . . . 20cm ÷ 2.54cm/in = 7.87in

Shazam!

Wonder how they get it into the bottle.

Over-the-top insult jokes have always been a treat. Last time I saw a mouth like that it had a hook in it!

It's important to pick the right moment.

Hurry, Jeeves, light a match!

Full you say?!

Eccellente! They'll go pazzo in Milan!

Loved that book! And, as the reviewer says, a wonderful backstory. Thanks for posting.

I'm for progress as much as the next guy but, unless this thing pings my electric skillet to have a crispy pound waiting for me when I'm out of the shower, why would I want this? Seems a little like culinary blue balls.

Lucky only half of them showed up.

Hang on to the boots though. I've got a good feeling about this.

Renowned reviver of ancient pathogens, Dr. Rictus notices his dinner invitations are starting to dry up.

Another set of numbers: Not that raw firepower tells the whole story of course. It's also who's batshit crazy enough to use it. In a game of 'chicken' with Putin, you probably want your A-team. . .

Can I get an Oh, my! ?