Tsunami Reports

Putting together reports from my electric teevee and a bunch of internet sources, it looks as though my old Pago Pago stomping grounds escaped anything too damaging.

It's strange for an old wind-in-the-hair reporter to be feeling so connected, so cyber-something. We used to travel with pockets full of dimes and five-dollar bills. The dimes worked the pay phones. The fives paid kids to hog the booths for us until we were ready to file on breaking stuff. That was considered clever communication.

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I can't resist noting the undisguisable hint of disappointment apparent in the tone of MSNBC news creatures who pointed cameras at a Diamond Head beach for hours and hours and were rewarded with about out the same level of hydraulic excitement you'd get tossing Al Franken into a swimming pool.

Pacific Tsunami

A hunk of my heart was left in the South Pacific, so I'm watching with some fear the reports of the tsunami's progress across the Pacific. Good luck out there.

The Roy Rogers Laser Sight

Funny, and I also take it as an ironic comment on rampant gear queerity.

Hat Tip to Tam

His Obamaness Faces the Nielsons

Or, "Live, on an electrical teevee set near you, 'Barry Faces Life'."

His Obamaness doesn't really claim credit for the brilliant idea of a "health care" "debate" on daytime television, a subset of the electronic media catering to the sorts of citizenoids whose grasp of high matters of state is bounded largely by works of Sally Jesse, Geraldo, and Tyra. But it was one of his hired public relations minions who did, so I hold his leftest Presidential tush responsible.

I'll give the policritters about five minutes to utter an interesting phrase which has an actual referent in the real world. Failing to detect one, I'll pursue an alternate entertainment form such as shoveling snow.

Bulletin: The clergyman praying before the bell has just supplicated in favor of a Higher Power to "burning (our) self-interest." So much for real-world referents.