I’m sure everything will be completely fine in 2016, but it wouldn’t hurt to learn a few new, precautionary skills just in case.
Hitler, apparently, was high the whole time. Under the care of Theodor Morell, a “grossly obese quack doctor with acrid halitosis and appalling body odour,” the deranged Fuehrer was almost always “pumped with as many as eighty different drugs, including testosterone, opiates, sedatives and laxatives.”
Washington gets knocked for lots of things: The soulless lobbyists of K Street; the feckless windbags of Capitol Hill; the wildly offensive name of its football team. But one thing the city has perhaps always gotten right is museums.
“Have fun with writing,” Christopher Moore once said. “Be as silly and as off the wall as you want to be.” Great advice — writing should be fun. But Moore, well, he takes that to a whole new level. Just get a load of this sentence, which arrives early in his flat-out bonkers new novel, “Secondhand Souls”:
In the excellent seventh-season “Mad Men” episode “The Monolith,” Sterling Cooper’s creative team loses its brainstorming/smoking/drinking lounge to make way for an enormous 1969 state-of-the-art office appliance. “Well, we’re getting a computer,” Roger tells Don. “It’s going to do lots of magical things, like make Harry Crane seem important.”