We had a hard freeze last night in New Orleans. Our house is raised and designed for hot weather, not potentially pipe bursting freezes. The bad weather made it hard to sleep at Adrastos World HQ. It wasn’t the dripping faucets; it was the rowdy cats. They regard our bedroom as a playroom, which is why we usually keep them out when we’re trying to sleep. It was too cold for that last night, so Claire played with the lampshade and Perry reprised his role as Howlin’ Cat.

The result of this mishigas is a groggy writer, so I’m going to try something different: one-line comments. Hence the Morey Amsterdam featured image. As a tadpole, I watched reruns of the Dick Van Dyke Show mostly to see Morey riff. Morey was an early influence on my comedic style. He helped me be a Shecky before I ever heard of the OG Shecky. 

On with the show this is it:

Judge Cannon hates Team Smith, so it’s recusal time.

Joey Tacos has more sense than expected, quits Trump defense team.

Chip Roy is backseat driving MAGA Mike just like he did KMac.

Gret Stet Governor Jeff Landry is conducting what Bob Mann calls a power play and loyalty test.

I wish Pete Carroll would be the next Saints coach, but we’re stuck with Dennis The Menace.

My obsession with The Traitors continues even though you need a scorecard to identify the players.

I realize that this six-pack of one-liners aren’t as funny as Morey or Shecky, but my funny bone froze last night.

Recuse rhymes with excuse, so the last word goes to Peter Gabriel.