I’ve been puttering off-and-on all day on an entry about Rumsfeld’s resignation and the curious timing thereof, but you know what? My heart’s really not in finishing the damn thing. What can I say that a million other bloggers haven’t already said? I thought the guy was an obstinate, condescending prick who always believed himself to be the smartest kid in the room, even when he was being shown to the door, and I’m more than happy to see him gone. Hopefully the new guy won’t make me want to start singing that old Who song (“Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.” Look it up, kids.)

I think I’m all politicked out for a while. When you get right down to it, I’m just another typical American male with a stereotypically short attention span, and I’m ready to change the subject. I imagine you folks are, too. I think I’m in the mood for something superficial, distracting, and a bit naughty. Let’s see, what have I got here in my files that would fit that bill? Ah, I know:

Yes. Yes, that’s much better, don’t you think?

(Thanks to English Russia.com for a lovely collection of “booth-babe” shots from a Russian videogame trade show.)