I feel just Tom Cruise at the end of Risky Business when his parents come home. Except I didn’t get to have steamy sex with Rebecca DeMornay. At least, not on a moving CTA train.

I’m incredibly grateful to Adam for letting me sit in here, and to all of you guys who’ve expressed your appreciation in the comments.. obviously, I took to it. And Adam’s asked me to keep on posting… and I probably will… but…

… you may have noticed that my sensibility varies a little with Adam’s. I tend to get kinda serious about stuff (this surprises people, sometimes), and sure enough, soon as I got going, I slid into lugubrious whines. And the fact is, I really like Adam’s blog. I come here daily for his brilliant satirizing of the news. Why would I want it f’ed up with this kind of moody nonsense?

So: with all gratitude, again, we shall see. Maybe if Alan Keyes does something really astounding…

Thanks to all…