IT’S 11:47 PM

and I haven’t blogged a bloody thing all day. I owe somebody some promised link-love, and I’ve got another plank on my presidential platform, but they’ll both have to wait for tomorrow.

In the meantime, here’s a deep philosophical insight: Remember, Nietzsche died a lonely madman–Jerry Lewis has his own telethon.

That’s from the liner notes to the Was (Not Was) album “Born To Laugh At Tornadoes,” in case you’re wondering.