So how many screens do you have going right now?
Some alternatives to Uber that are hopefully available in your town. Please come to Houston, Sidecar.
A review of the ways Major League Baseball is experimenting with to speed up the pace of the game.
Beware, Sherlock fans: “Tragedy” is coming to the show.
Learn to set your thermostat – or install a better one, if that’s an option – and save some money.
Did you see the special on mammoth cloning that premiered yesterday?
Greater availability of birth control, at affordable prices, would do an awful lot of good.
A fever may not be what you think it is.
RIP, Marion Barry, former Mayor of Washington, DC.
Clearly, Benghazi is old news now.
Happy 85th birthday to Hal Lindsey, who must be quite surprised to still be alive.
Americans love the Postal Service.
“Patients who suffer injuries, infections or mistakes during medical care rarely get an acknowledgment or apology, researchers at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine report.”
A Ferguson reader for your weekend.
How cities and states can push back against predatory municipal finance deals.
Connecticut Gov. Wilbur L. Cross’ Thanksgiving proclamation from 1936.
“But living in a country that purports to value privacy and self-determination, yet wages a seemingly never-ending battle over contraceptive access, comprehensive sexual education, and the ability of women to access a legal health service should concern anyone who values making their own decisions—and who considers that part of their identity, too.”
“Rusty Eulberg, a database administrator from Lubbock, Texas, tells us he brought forth what he called the Cthurkey about two years ago.”
Ten strange facts about the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
RIP, Phil Hughes, Australian cricket player, killed in a freak accident during a match.
RIP, PD James, acclaimed British crime novelist.
Where Was Republicans’ Concern for “Political Norms” When They Took the Debt Ceiling Hostage?
“You’re not the deadbeat. The Waltons are the deadbeats.”
“So, good news, Houston’s bad girls! If you want to live in a fancy house with a bunch of other ladies with hair-trigger tempers and low self-regard, here’s your chance!”
Deb Costello’s final thoughts are well worth your time to read.