My usual Thursday gauntlet has been compressed even further by a visit from my mother, who arrives at the only-just godly hour of 10am. It is a disappointing son who makes his mother take a cab from the airport, a rickety middle-aged man who skips his precious Thursday yoga, and a broke freelance writer who misses deadline. All this is to say that there is not much Combat! blog today. Fortunately, Thursday also brings the publication of yet another screed in the Independent, this one about keeping Missoula weird. It’s not just a bumper sticker or a self-satisfied identity formation; it’s a way of life, and I ironically oppose it because I am an ironic curmudgeon. If any arts feature ever turns the good people of this city against me, this will be the one. Read it now before the townsfolk debone me with pitchforks. We’ll be back tomorrow with Friday links.