I have absolutely no idea what is going on beyond my tiny corner of the world. I can’t say that I’m missing out. Unless a vast iguana army or a plague of Florida Men descend upon us, its not really going to change anything in my life. I feel like an ostrich, and as long as there isn’t a big-ass wildfire bearing down on me, its good to just be a giant, mean bird. Somebody rescue me from this metaphor, I’m trapped.

Today, they’re helping, tomorrow, these robots are stealing room-service tips, and sneaking off with your animatronic escort.

Dem Presidential hopefuls to House: “You arrogant asses, you’ve killed us

I love this sort of thing. Its totally unPresidential to not invite the people who impeached you to a trade deal signing.

If you are in the Pittsburgh area, look for a space junk collision. Word is SPACE SMITH will be over the area

For those of you wondering about the link between the pic and the story.