Greetings from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where SP and I are, in the great tradition of 4th of July weekend, fighting the traveling hordes in Winnebagos and Airstreams. There’s some sort of baseball tournament happening here, and our hotel is packed with hyperactive 11-13 year old boys. They had a farting contest on the elevator, which was fitting punctuation. But Links must go on, travel or no travel.

This was inevitable, wasn’t it? I keep wondering how to say “schadenfreude” in Yiddish.

OK, I’m not a fan of bubble-gum punk, but I have to admit that I now love this guy. Best. Apology. Ever.

Given the usual government attitudes about FOIA, it’s nice to see that they’re at least consistent, and treat other levels of government the same way as they treat us mere tax cattle.

I have always hated traveling to Las Vegas. It is everything I hate in a city, then multiplied by ten. But at least now, I have a way to numb the pain.

And in the holiday weekend theme… as we drove past a fireworks stand set up outside of a church, SP demonstrated yet another one of her considerable skills- she’s a walking encyclopedia of music. This song was inevitable. And brilliant.