Not Much To Say, No Time To Say It

I suppose I could tear apart David Brook's inane commentary on Linsanity, but Charlie Pierce got there first and sewed the land with salt.

There is also some dillweed who wrote a column entitled "What Are Women For?" and I suppose I could explain what a terrible writer/human being Mssr. Poulos is.  But tbogg got there first.

So, instead, I offer you a song that's been stuck in my head for a day or two:

Having already taught two classes to a room full of nervous students and expectant parents, I'm off to shuttle Thing One to a birthday party, finish Thing Two's Pinewood derby car and then coach them both in soccer.

Enjoy your day off.