Well, OK. All the little boys of a certain orientation, winkwinknudgenudgesaynomore, sit up and listen. First: “Don’t Stalk CZJ!“, an impassioned plea to leave Catherine Zeta-Jones aLONE. Second: a bit on Donald Rumsfeld’s evasiveness, entitled “Indignant, Ignant Rumsfeld“. It’s sort of eerily timed because, for the past several weeks, I’ve been having dreams in which [...]











