Last gasps of a long gray if fairly mild winter. In between Saints Days. Patrick and Joseph. Ready for Spring.
Rory went on to win The Players. He’s a good rep of the sport. Even if everyone wished him happy green when he’s orange.
Opined away on Frank Bruni’s column about the college cheating scandal. And. Maureen’s Dowd’s query, Is The Force With Beto?
Why. Every time I flip onto the end of Rachel Ray, she seems to be making mushy slop not even appetizing to a dog.
Maureen Dowd addresses the Cannes Lions about storytelling. Best and brightest global MadMen amass on the Côte d’Azur as the world wrestles with another blunder into Iraq. Could it be that Biden was right? PartitionStan. Hillary and Barack are holding Town Halls today. What will they say?
Joey3Sticks will play with the Yankees this afternoon. Yup. The Bronx Bombers, not the BoSox. World turned upside down? Fargo finale and then… bringing an old SanFran friend’s novel to read on the beach. Clam Bar, Ho! À bientôt.
Hagel staggers into Pentagon today. Diminished by his own performance, just as sequester negotiations peak. Obama’s weak presence on the Hill will seal another fractured financial fate. Trickle-down redefined as reality in the States.
Women in the workplace hits tectonic plate. Yahoo’s mommy CEO rattling feminist base. Face-time still important in the office. Work-life balance teetering.
Girls on the cliff. Enough Lena butt already. Graphic testimony in crazy Arias slut trial, too. Eeeyu. Beyond Fatal Attraction. HBO’s Parade’s End a plodding facsimile without Downton’s appeal. Cummerbund mumbles and waggles.