Seconded. A steady diet of skyr, müesli, hot dogs, beer, and crosstown walks through Reykjavik might not sound perfect, but it truly is.

My inner Al Bundy giggled:

Don’t be sorry; that’s a fine take on traffic court.

Damn, he’s about that Multitasking Life for real.

Hey, if there was ever a right time to microwave seafood in an office setting, this... is...it. Stank that studio up, CB.

My daughter just broke the 11-gauge ‘E’ on her Alvarez this weekend. Replacing it with a Prince-plucked string?! <faints>...

Purely Technical Answer: Yes, viz. Leonard Peltier.

Right?! I mean, people take beta-blockers and I’m sure their, like... um, betas or whatever come back.

Legitimately guffaw-inducing, plus username checks out. Wishing you stars and a happy weekend.

In a beautiful, twisted alternate-reality 1980s:

Ick. It’s like every Jeep was basically codenamed “Manifold Destiny”.

Oof. That lede photo is... telling. The man who’s never met a personal space he wouldn’t invade looks like he’s bear-hugging his inner child before it throws a tantrum. Or holds its breath until it turns blue. Unless that collar chokes him out first.

Amen to this. Unfortunately, I’m hitting that stage of life where obituaries play a big part in solving gubment name mysteries. Getting to the point where unless the obit contains a name in quotation marks, I don’t trust it.

No critiques here either. Her lowercase d looks like a backwards Icelandic thorn — þ — and I dig it.

<cue Jaws theme>

This. Really help your elected officials take the pulse of the people. Yes... the thicc, veiny pulse of the people.

Moby? Because, geez... he’s basically a sentient, agoraphobic mayonnaise packet.

Damn, this hits harder than I thought. Child of divorce with bicoastal parents. Every summer of the late 80's, I went from Appalachia to L.A. feeling so out of place and burying myself in music as a constant companion. Rapping “Wipeout” with my dad on the way to Santa Monica or Venice always felt special — bridged two…

Every time I see Ivanka next to Jared, my mental soundtrack spools up Weird Al-as-Tammy Wynette yodeling “Stand By Your Man(nequin)”.

Once again, common sense ducks for cover in the halls of the VA Senate. Sounds like Convirs-Fowler is just trying to get the commonwealth to buy in on what’s already a misdemeanor in D.C.-, interstate, and foreign communications — 47 US Code § 223 (https://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/47/223).