This Is Terrible: A woman was killed on her porch last night, hit by a stray bullet fired from a car fleeing the scene. She had stepped outside to see what the ruckus was all about.

Word Up: Profits increase 48 percent for Microsoft in fourth quarter.

Glad They Finally Got Around That: US confronted North Korea today for sinking a ship, killing 46 South Korean sailors, in March.

Awards for Great Writing: Roger Ebert is the best blogger. The second best? Gabriel Campanario of the Seattle Times, apparently. (?)

Log Cabin Republicans: Soldiering in court to end DADT.

No Shit: Dems regret appointing Alito and Roberts to Supreme Court. But are they pushing hard for a liberal counterweight? Um—not really, no.

Love Train: Sound Transit board votes to align light-rail line through downtown Bellevue, increase Sounder train service to Tacoma.

Top Priority: NYPD using marijuana and open-container busts—the leading reasons to get busted in New York—as opportunity to meet quotas.

Pat Buchanan: Beats around bush of calling for a white uprising:

Whites in America still outnumber blacks five to one. And if forced constantly to come down on one side or the other of a racial divide, most folks will wind up with their own. ... And, for the first time in our lifetimes, outside the South, white racial consciousness has visibly begun to rise.

Sly Robbers and the Taxi Gang: Police round up 22 cab drivers allegedly involved in a thieving ring, in a crackdown by authorities dubbed "Operation Yellow Jacket." Gawd, who names these things?

Big Oil Smoothie: Oil-spill cleanup stalls as tropical storm approaches gulf. Meanwhile, BP insists it wasn't cutting corners on safety when it selected cheaper materials and a shorter time frame to build the well casing. “It just happened to be a case where it also saved money,” a BP official said.

Bloggers: Confident about having a hard opinion—but not about calling the teabaggers racists. (Which they definitely are.) (Maybe.)

This Will Be Either Amazing or Terrible: The life of Jerry Garcia before he joined the Grateful Dead.

Apparently There Is Something Wrong With Me: I couldn't possibly give a gerbil turd less about this HUGE story.