Men always will be second-class shopping citizens. Happily.
Free tickets got me loving Capitol City Theatre comedy club (and Grant Lyons)
Lewis Black’s profanely funny Elsinore show lightened my Trump-depression
Salem Chamber of Commerce brain implants: an April 1 confession
“We Need Brain” — GOP prez debate songified in 4 minutes
Comic says “Money doesn’t influence anyone.” Funny!
I’m so outraged at Jen Selter’s “butt selfies,” I had to look at them three times
John Oliver rants about Oregon’s “fucking idiots”
Obama’s “Between Two Ferns” video: Prez is good comedian
Kelly Williams Brown’s Super Bowl Etiquette Guide
Even with my Ninja Fan, I don’t look much like a Geisha
Jay Lake fights terminal cancer with inspiring humor and courage
You've got to love a guy with terminal cancer, Jay Lake, who has a new favorite joke:
"What's the only difference between Jay Lake and a ham?"
"The ham is curable."
Read the entire Oregonian story that was in today's paper. Since it probably will disappear into the paid archives before too long, I've copied the story in its entirety and attached it as a continuation to this post.

Jay Lake probably won't be immortal, but he can damn well have his story live on in cyberspace for as long as possible.
Which I'm sure his web site, jlake.com, will. On his blog, Jay has been writing about his medical condition and life. I plan to be a regular reader.
I'm not terminal (except in the sense that we all are). But I've thought about how much sense it makes to have a memorial service for me while I'm alive — when I could enjoy it. I was glad to see that Jay is doing just that.
A Jay Wake is scheduled for July 27. Sounds like a smiling-time will be had by all. Some excerpts from the Jay Wake page:
You are invited to the pre-mortem wake and roast for Jay Lake, a somewhat morbid, deeply irreverent, but joyous celebration of Jay’s life. This is a time for celebrating Jay’s life, loves, and dark, twisted sense of humor. Bring your stories (hysterical, at Jay’s expense), your tasteless jokes, and any and all expressions gleefully macabre. Come party with the man who has never passed up the chance to poke cancer in the eye and laugh about it.
…The Roast will begin at about 7:30. Be warned: the jokes and stories contained herein will not only push the boundaries of good taste, they will leapfrog over the boundaries blowing a raspberry. This is not a time to say how Jay touched your life. This is a time to say how Jay touched you inappropriately.
Beautiful.
Read on for the Oregonian story.
