Lame Bleat Day en route;  best thing I wrote today was Frida’s column. No complaints – at the moment the TV is playing a COPS ep from Las Vegas featuring a guy standing barefoot on an oven-hot roof, shouting I NEED HEROIN. Almost the gold standard for how things could be if you were in [...]

The HUAC would like to talk to you about that dime you left under the plate, sir. Please come with us. 

One of my favorite demolished buildings. There wasn’t any excuse for this, really. Go HERE.
 

What is the the TE? No crucial information has been removed from this picture – except for the explanation of “the T.E.,” of course. Answer around 2 or so.
 

Up and out this morning. The usual botheration en route; love those people who make a point of getting in front of you, then drive below the posted limit. Their entire purpose is to keep you from getting through a light ten blocks up ahead. They are . . . THE CONFOUNDERS. Their agents are [...]

Veronica Lake/ Why yes. Go HERE, then return for comments if you wish.
 

Hard to use the robots for Abbott-and-Costello-style timing, as you’ll see.

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Cold rote day. It’s greening up nicely, but when the temps sink to the 40s and 50s it’s like watching a movie with the sound off. Just as well – Mondays are a happy blur of skut work, best done free of distraction. Spent most of the day working on pieces that will be released [...]

Via Tim Blair, a commercial that reminds one of the grand days of Pontiac. It’s ordinary enough until the end. Then: well, imagine the number of mechanics who lost all bladder control when they popped the hood for the first time.