by John Walters
We finished up early and it’s either this or household chores, so consider this a free batch of IAH! on top of the already free batch!
Someone stole Red Panda’s unicycle (Jeff Gillooly’s alibi is solid). It’s time to dispatch Liam Neeson. He is someone with a very specific set of skills who will be able to find the missing apparatus for someone with a very specific set of skills.
…went out of style with Milo Minderbinder in Catch-22 (you’ve never read it?!? OMG!), but no one ever informed Donald Trump, who apparently met Rod Rosenstein shortly after he was installed as acting Attorney General for Use Your Collusion I and asked, “Are you on my team?” That’s pretty much all you need to know about 45, isn’t it?
Does Hope Float (Or At Least Will Her Alibi?)
The latest person whose career may likely go down in a raging inferno due to her proximity to Trump? The lovely Hope Hicks, who (ew!) used to date Corey Lewandowski.
In which Trump’s appointee as Director of the CDC, Dr. Brenda Fitzgerald, resigns after it is learned that one of her stock market picks is a tobacco company. Cigarette smoking is responsible for one in every five deaths in the USA each year.
Maggie On Trump
Kissing The Lipless
For years indie bands were shoe-gazing, too cool by a half types whose only credo was to not care too much. Then in the early aughts along came The Shins, born in Albuquerque and polished in Portland. This is the lead track from their second album, Chutes Too Narrow, released in 2003. James Mercer’s earnest and soaring vocals are a terrific counterbalance to the unpredictable guitar spikes (I’ve been reading, and plagiarizing, more AllMusic album review lately).