Still yet another foot found this morning.

So that's 5 right and one left. ETC: All were in sneakers. Do you think there's a pod of killer whales picking joggers off the Seawall?

The mystery is where are the footless people. That's kinda disturbing. Are they alive somewhere, or a whole bunch of dead bodies missing a foot.

The mystery is where are the footless people. That's kinda disturbing. Are they alive somewhere, or a whole bunch of dead bodies missing a foot.

This! This is what I want to know. Where are the feet coming from? Who did they belong to?

Oh, and I just got back from the vet with Pico and he seems to be on the mend. His appetite is down, but we're hoping it's just a (known) side effect of the drugs he's on. I have some probiotics to give him to keep his tum settled and the diarrhea from happening. I am breathing put just a little.

I am watching the news, and I am amazed at how composed Tim Russert's son is in the face of everything.

Aw, Bruce Springsteen sang (via sattelite) at his memorial.

FTR, I still have both my feet.

But do your enemies?

How did you ... um, nothing, no, never mind.

Have you ever wondered what anaesthetists really do? [link]

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(Just lo-res from phone.)

There's no point paying attention to this guy, except that this is so bizarre: Obama Accuser Larry Sinclair Holds Stupefying Press Conference

It is not often that a political reporter can claim to have witnessed the single most stupefying event on any single day, what with the diversity of inanity on display from coast to coast in an election year. But today, I feel confident laying claim to that dubious distinction, for I attended Larry Sinclair's Wednesday press conference at the National Press Club.

The event began less than auspiciously for Mr. Sinclair -- who has gained Internet notoriety by spreading wild accusations regarding gay sex, drugs and possible murder committed by Barack Obama -- as National Press Club staff took pains to remove the association's logo from behind the podium where Sinclair was set to speak. (Politico's Ben Smith today detailed Sinclair's "27-year criminal record, with a specialty in crimes involving deceit.")

Of course, the club had made clear for some time that it should not be viewed as endorsing Mr. Sinclair's claims simply for having agreed to host his mind-numbingly preposterous litany -- heavens, no! All that could be said for the institution was that it was happy to rent out its space to anyone who might be willing to pay in order to switch on the microphone.

And pay Sinclair did -- for the venue and its microphone, as well as for a kilted lawyer (with a suspended license) named Montgomery Blair Sibley, who informed those assembled that his preferences in dress were arrived at as a way to secure comfort for his unusually large sexual organs. "I don't know why men wear pants," he said with a poker face. "It's a function of male genitalia. If you're size normal or smaller, you're probably comfortable with [pants]. ... Those at the other end of the spectrum find them quite confining."

"I asked him to wear a suit and tie," Mr. Sinclair said ruefully. Then, he admitted to suffering from a brain tumor.

More at the link....

Brain tumors and kilted cocksmen!

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That's just plain hysterical.