Res ipsa
Author: Serene Sargent
Batmish explains what that thing in the sky was. I need convincing. He convinces.
I asked “Batmish, what is it?” He answers with a smothering of scientific proof, multiple links, some definitional immersion, and yet still finds an excuse to add a picture of a very scantily clad woman. That’s Batmish.
PICK YOUR FRIENDS LIKE THERE’S A WAR GOING ON
Who are my allies and who are my enemies? LBJ was my introduction to the algebraic equation of influence. For LBJ everything was a pissing contest. He took up space – all of it – with pure brute force. But once I realized that identifying a viper in the grass wasn’t a moral failing, LBJ was a good starting point in my attempt to develop a philosophy for choosing teams.
The stunning generosity of Amazon
The stunning generosity of Amazon
Batmish, what is it?
Animal, vegetable, or mineral? I hung outside my window (opened at the top) to film the dumb thing.
I am quoting Paine: Cloud Eater alert
I’m quoting Paine. If history is any guide that’s a sign. Paine was my first radical love. He’s buried fathoms deep, and only claws his way back to the surface in rare instances. #flammable
Blue Light Special: Manhattan sky
It’s the end of the world as we know it
Christmas thanksgiving. I’m thankful, even if the calendar does say I’m mixing up my holidays
Thanksgiving on Christmas
Waiting for a Batmish Christmas Toast
Merry Christmas
