Over at FACA, the veil of secrecy has been lifted, and I can now reveal my role in arranging for the participation of the Military-Industrial Complex in the present, ongoing tournament. And of course, I couldn't be more proud of the unbroken string of victories for the MIC that have followed, each more glorious than the last, spreading Liberty, Democracy, and Free Markets to the darkest corners of the Internet. What? You've been getting your FACA news from the enemy-emboldening media naysayers? You were under the impression that MIC lost its very first round? Well, here's an expert in the field to set you straight:
In an altogether defferent arena: Hey, New York, what the hell happened to all the whitefish?! Pretty much the only reason I went to MoCCA this weekend was because I was having a craving for whitefish salad on a decent bagel. But every deli I went into has ditched the NY-standard steel tubs of cream cheeses and salads for stacks and stacks of pre-made wraps and panini. Wraps over whitefish, New York? Really?
It is always hard to return to New York after an extended absence, because the city changes so quickly. It's kind of like spending the night at an ex-girlfriend's apartment. You still know the layout, but all the details are different, and each difference makes you feel more and more excluded from what was once intimate.
But, my gawd, no whitefish? That's like spending the night at your ex-girlfriend's apartment and finding a well-thumbed copy of Dianetics on the back of the toilet. Can things have changed so drastically?
