It’s Friday and I’m tired and my knee hurts and I’ve started like 5 different posts that I’m too distracted to finish. So here is a bulleted list of things I can think of something to say about:

• Remember when the media didn’t think John Edwards and Rielle Hunter were a news story? That was all the way back in mid-’08, of course, when Edwards’ illegitimate child with the New Age lunatic still might’ve reflected badly on the Democrats leading up to the election. Hence the total media blackout for weeks and weeks. But now it’s okay to talk about it. Whew! Yesterday came the news that Elizabeth left John out of her will, which she signed just days before her death. Not that he needed the money or anything, but it certainly clears up the question of whether they ever reconciled. And now the National Enquirer, which broke the whole thing in the first place, reports that Edwards proposed to Hunter just three weeks after Elizabeth died. Yuck! Edwards might not ever become president, but at least he’s still got a shot at CNN primetime.
• Do not f*** with Juan Williams.
• Rest easy, animal torturers: Charles Barkley has got your back.
• Guy walks into a Halal-friendly KFC in Australia and asks for bacon on his sandwich. Then this happens:
  
  KFC is all like, “Whoops.” Also, you are a racist.
• “I don’t think it was fair that we lost this time around,” says Henry Waxman. Ready… Set… AWWWWWWWWWW!!!
• The NYT is still whining about Congress reading the Constitution aloud, and will continue to whine as long as it remains a Republican’s idea.
• Some UFC guy said Obama is an idiot and needs some sense knocked into him, which earned the guy a visit from Secret Service. Sure, they have to follow up on any possible threats, but they still must’ve felt silly. I mean, the guy’s only a lightweight. Michelle could take him down with one hand tied behind her ribcage-belt.
• Me? Ehhhhh. Good days and bad days. The knee feels pretty good, but I’m really whupped. It’s healing well, but I’ve still got a ways to go. Still hobbling around on crutches and starting to get sick of it.

Now go read Ruth Graham.