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I've been reading Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped.  The writing is the kind that makes you feel that if the words were substance, instead of just ink printed on the page, you'd be able to taste it and turn it over in your mouth, like a good Scotch, each new flavor growing from the last, leaving you quenched and satisfied.

This is the sort of thing only an Aspie would do:

Michigan boy finds 1981 Smithsonian error

The boy pointed out to the Smithsonian that they had incorrectly identified the Precambrian as an era on their Tower of Time exhibit.  The Smithsonian responded, acknowledging their error and stating their intentions to correct it.  The article closed with this:

Excited as he was to receive the correspondence from museum officials, he couldn't help but point out that it was addressed to Kenton Slufflebeam.

In Allegany.

Really, this is just too much now.

From Hillary "The only votes that count are the ones cast for me" Clinton:

"There is no such thing as a pledged delegate. . . . [Pledged delegates are a] misnomer. The whole point is for delegates, however they are chosen, to really ask themselves who would be the best president and who would be our best nominee against Senator McCain," Clinton said. "And I think that process goes all the way to the convention."

So why did we vote in a primary or a caucus, anyway.  Just for the hell of it?  My god, the Clintons just make me want to throw up.