Month

Shhh… Quiet… Listen… “Bleep…Bleep…Bleep.” Oh, that’s it: Voyager 1 — miracle of Mankind’s imagination, launched Sept 5, 1977. It’s finally crossing the outer limit of our tiny solar system, 11bln miles from the Sun. Voyager sends back only basic measurements, after all, NASA blessed it with just 68kb of memory. Today’s iPod Nano has 100,000 times more. Yeah, we’ve come far in 35yrs. Just look around. Corn

Hope all goes well. Screw him. Seriously. I was feeling quite pleased with myself, until Harry went wild on the strip, making my vacation seem, well, rather boring, common. Of course, it’s not his fault. Really. That’s what Princes do. Have always done. Will always do. Oh, just imagine Henry VIII in Vegas… Anyhow, I’m back in my seat. At the tables. Doing what I do. And truth be told, I got a great f’in life. Wild in

Pussy Riot! Pussy Riot! Pussy Riot! Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. It’s way too fun to say that, knowing it won’t clog your spam folder. Plus, I got mild tourette’s. Anyhow, in my absence, Putin locked up my favorite punk band. Apparently Vladimir’s gone soft, ’cause a hardened dictator woulda tucked the trio into bed, not the gulag. But hey, that’s the trend. Things ain’t as hard as we thought. Yeah, look at US Q2 GDP

Olivia and Teddy squeezed into the 3rd row, double-buckled, sandwiched between luggage, laptops, lacrosse gear. Osama bin Charlie, strapped to his water-board, shared the 2nd row with Jackson and Grandma. DJ Mara rode shotgun, spinning Harry Potter books-on-tape. While Grandpa Pierre sat between us, reduced to ashes, in a 6-inch wooden box, in the center console, amidst our CD collection. Yeah, it was our Little Miss