Back to the regular Saturday grind. We’ll have some oil spill and Arizona asininity for you later in the day, but I think we should start off the morning with some lighter fare.
And by lighter fare, I of course mean word-nerdery. In this case, a spirited, though I fear hopeless, call for an accurate use of the term “begging the question.”
Haven’t you always wanted to see the rectum of the Bishop of Durham?
One day, hopefully later this year, I will be able to attempt an answer to this question.
Normally I’d save something like this for Poetic Lives Online, but what the hell–Bill Murray reads poetry to construction workers.
Regulars know that Regretsy is one of my favorite guilty pleasure websites, but I don’t think there’s anything regrettable about a knitted yellow Cthulhu keychain, other than the fact that I don’t have one to hang on my office wall.
