Manhattan Transfer

Pop quiz. I'm not going to get around to doing a seasonal wrap-up until sometime next week because: A) I still owe more stories about GOP debauchery, B) for three full weeks I've been consistently too hungover to blog and have just been faking it, C) I cannot figure out how to write about the insanity of this summer without making everyone hate me even more than they already do, and D) all of the above.

Fortunately, others are putting together enumerated summaries of their summer. Like nurse Jill. And Choire.