Somebunny’s wishing you a pleasant holiday. Open thread.

This is me writing from Kate’s orthodontist’s office, saying hey, guess who overslept this morning? Open thread until whenever I get it together.

For all your Russian-prostitute wardrobe needs. That’ll be 200 rubles, pazhalusta.

Our theme: “the end of the world.” Suzanne dresses a set.

Turnipalooza! Also, vegetarianism beckons when the holiday main course is still breathing.

I favors a .45.

Late edit explanation: Alan said, “Brother Mouzone favors a Walther PPK380. Omar was the one carrying the .45. He said the Walther tends to jump in the hand.” Whatever. But I admit the error.

Is this a winter-is-coming thing, or an Obama-is-deploying-the-black-helicopters thing?

Zingerman’s is simultaneously thrilling and sort of insufferable.

I’m in Ann Arbor, doing online journalism training. About to eat roast beef. Carry on, all.

It’s Michiganapalooza, plus a pumpkin with Elephant Man’s Disease.