H.L. Monken: Keeps booze in desk.

I’m back to my usual daytime publishing schedule now. So, if you need to find out about that creepy thing that happened in a dentist’s office in 1886, I’m there for you. If someone on Craigslist wants to buy a pint of your blood, I’ll let you know. If you require a vaguely ominous statement about robots right around 3 p.m., I can handle that. Thanks for your patience.

Which Merv Griffin clip from the ’60s should I post next?