Lileks Reads Ace

Or at least he reads Mencken. But I'll take credit anyway until it's positively disproven:

The East Coast is out as well – as much as I love New York, I can take only so much time in dense compacted urban environments before I start channeling my inner Travis Bickle. The Pacific Northwest is likewise out – too much rain and too many cloudy days make me hoist the black flag and start looking for throats to cut.

Alas, no link. Could have used the Lileksalanche, because quite frankly I'm feeling lazy and plan on posting pictures of my neighbor's cat Mr. Peepers for the entire week.

Then again, it's sort of hard to really capture the essence of a cat on a digital camera.

So the hell with it. I'll probably just repost some of my worse top tens all week.

Isn't it re-run season anyway?

This self-serving link brought to you by Exoteric. Blame him, not me. I can't resist the self-puffery. It's like crack. And trust me, I now know about the romance of crack.