I didn't need that leg.

Halfway through class, my foot got caught in the hakama of the black belt who was throwing me. I kept rolling. It didn't. Result: a deeply unhappy set of thigh muscles, ranging from "mild ache" to "OW FUCK OW."

Probably at least 4 or 5 days out, goddammit. This week is just cursed.

Equal time!

Comes now the Godless Americans Political Action Committee, an atheist lobby formed in response to the belaboring of Deity coming from both sides of the aisle.

Not funny anymore.

And then, while broiling a salmon steak for my dinner, the pan caught fire.

Ha bloody ha.