Only partly because why you’re not writing is the easiest subject, there is no Combat! blog today. I have to overcome this hangover, fly back to Missoula and—I am not joking here—prep for my colonoscopy. I guess it’s an endoscopy, too, but either way I’m going to have doctors in both ends like a best-case JDate. While I give offense, how about you enjoy this installment of Combat! Blog Classic from three years ago, when we were all enjoying unboxing videos. Oh, how young we were.

Deceptaconned!

Remember yesterday, when I was like “we’ll see you tomorrow for Friday links?” I was just trying to end the conversation. There are no links today, because I am busier than a shithouse mouse in a model airplane-building contest—in that I’m definitely going to lose, but I’m taking it really seriously anyway. While I build a fool’s fortress, how about you read this essay I wrote for the Indy about how getting what we wanted from the music industry means we don’t have an identity anymore? I’m paraphrasing. You’ll just have to follow the link. But only a fool would trust me now.

Poor turnout

Last week, the voters of Missoula booted an incumbent commissioner in her primary and elected as county attorney a woman who left the CA’s office to defend a high-profile rape case. By “the voters of Missoula” I mean “one in four registered voters.” Turnout for last week’s primaries was dismally low, but they decided the offices of county attorney and sheriff nonetheless. Maybe those positions are too important to leave to the twisted reasoning of hardcore voters, and more of us should vote. That’s the bold position I take in my most recent column in the Missoula Independent, which also contains Valerie Stamey jokes. You should read it instead of a real blog today, and I should take a nap. We’ll be back tomorrow with Friday links.