Odds to No Particular End

Not much going on today. Europe remains enshrouded in volcanic ash; one is reminded of Cormac McCarthy's The Road, wherein a father and son wander a grey post-apocalyptic landscape. The actual cause of the devastation remains unstated in the novel; we presume McCarthy was suggesting nuclear annihilation. But maybe it was a volcano. Danes should stock up now against the possibility of marauding cannibalistic survivalists.

Speaking of the volcano, you know what the name of it is: Eyjafjallajokull. Maybe it erupted because it was pissed off about people continuously mispronouncing it?

We're still waiting to see if President Obama will come to his senses this year and nominate us for the Supreme Court. We promise to disagree with everything John Roberts says--if it'll help.