Yesterday I stopped off at the gas station to fill up my tank. Not a van or truck or even an SUV, mind you... just a little Nissan Altima that gets average gas mileage with an average sized tank.

$30

Tonight Carey went shopping for a few odds and ends to help turn one room of our home into a bomb shelter: distilled water, dried fruit, towelettes, crackers, toilet paper, soap, juice, gum, duct tape... 3 days worth of cabin fever mixed in with a dash of that old Cold War paranoia.

$100.

As of this writing, Hussein has T-minus 19 hours to make himself scarce before we bomb him back into the late Jurassic.

Priceless.

Well, okay, not really. It's sad and it's terrible and it's frustrating and it's scary. And I want it all to be over quickly. I guess all we can do is pray for the wisdom of our leaders for the time being, though.
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Since I'm way too busy cracking wise to say anything significant about the current political climate, what say to a new script? This one comes from an old chum from my college years, Andy Jewett (not a bad artist in his own rite and he's even got a website to prove it). This latest lil' miracle is called Spandex Indeed. Go look at it and if you don't like it, remember to blame Andy. He's a tough cookie, he can take it.