To celebrate P.J. O'Rourke's 69th birthday, I bought myself a copy of his most recent compendium, Thrown Under the Omnibus. Sure, I already have all this stuff under separate covers, but I owe P.J. a lot, or at least my writing style does. Plus, it'll be a good excuse to drag an actual book to a restaurant or bar someplace and read text in a medium that doesn't allow me to tab over to Facebook every fifteen minutes.