Assortment

Dminor tells the inside story of what happened to Tim Blair.

I was relaxing after an exhausting day or so of blogging – you know, sitting in a rattan chair under a ceiling fan, with a quinine-soaked towel wrapped around my head – when I was struck by an odd aroma: an amalgam of stardust, mead and just the slightest trace of Cincinnati chili. That’s when I knew that our old friend Wronwright had dropped by. He has honored me – all of us, really – with a comment to my first post. We expect – nay! – we insist, that we hear from him more often.

Just in time for Father’s Day, these fine gifts from Paco Products. (H/T The Scribbler's Pen)