Oy. TS is Althouse'd.

This is TS's cat, Oswego. TS is three four seven sheets to the wind. He's gone down to the promenade to read The Voice -- Allen Barra, he says, is always better in the print edition -- and ponder the great mysteries of life. Such as: Why Matt Damon? Isn't Jimmy Kimmel good enough? He has sent along this pic:



















Despite the shitty composition, I suspect TS will be fine. Unlike last night, he says, he didn't foolishly mix White Russians with red wine, and sagely stuck to Jameson on the rocks. It helps that this evening, his Korean cohorts were not around to whisper sweet nothings crazy ideas in his ear. Such as, TS, mix White Russians and red wine! You'll be okay! We promise!

Liars!

PS: Allen Barra, to TS's delight, reports that Jessica Simpson has "the IQ of a Hostess Ding Dong." Putz, also to TS's delight, asks, "MO-MITT-UM?"

Not in this lifetime, kitten.