Barack Obama returned from the Mysterious East and chose his 2012 opponent. Mitt Romney. Why should his loyal opposition trouble itself with all that complicated primary stuff?
The president will blanket Iowa with Charlie McCarthy's reading Obama talking points. The mouthpiece du jour is R.T. Rybak, mayor of Minneapolis. He likes light rail, high-end bike trails, and about anything else that can't be operated without massive tax subsidies.
He's also a former neighborhood organizer who early put his nose under the Obama coat tail and was rewarded with vice-chairmanship of the Democratic National Commitee.
We consider ourselves lucky to have the counsel of such a man, but I think we'll go ahead and hold our caucuses anyway. A matter of form, don't you know.
Nov 22, 2011
Domestica
I've let the fire go out because it's time to haul ashes. Propane is keeping the place warm enough, but it is just not right.
Like the air on a 747. You can breathe it, but it cloys. The odor is wrong. The feel is wrong. It's making me cranky. It's making me think all this modern surliness results from the demise of the oaken fire.
EDIT: Ashes hauled. Propane off. Blaze kindled. The world is a lovely place.
Like the air on a 747. You can breathe it, but it cloys. The odor is wrong. The feel is wrong. It's making me cranky. It's making me think all this modern surliness results from the demise of the oaken fire.
EDIT: Ashes hauled. Propane off. Blaze kindled. The world is a lovely place.
Nov 21, 2011
Water is not wet enough to prevent dehydration, and after an arduous three-year study the European Union has written a law to clamp you in gaol if you claim otherwise.
Joel has the details of this particular idiocy.
Joel has the details of this particular idiocy.
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About three "real" essays rest in my blogger "save" box, but damned if I can get motivated to call up any one of them and batter it into some semblance of readable coherence.
Maybe I'm demoralized because, unless I misconstrue her, Ron Paul has lost Tam.
(Remember Lyndon Johnson at the height of his Asian diplomacy and Vietnam War fubar fest? Remember the night Grandpa Walter of CBS called him on it? Remember Lyndon moaning, "If I've lost Cronkite, I've lost the country?" History rhymes.)
Or maybe my synapses are discommoded from messing around with a bunch of non-organic electrons. To wit:
I have sybaritic dreams of stepping out of the shower into an 88-degree chamber on winter's most evil day and to do it without heating up the entire house. So I finally got round to installing the beautiful old Arvin heater.
When I got the plasterboard* out I found the light switch didn't need to be disturbed, but the little box for the existing duplex outlet was too busy for the tie-in. The replacement double box is still tight and -- to come to the point of this whine -- it's in a cramped corner requiring left-handed work. Ladies and gentlemen, I am fully entitled to bitch about having to screw screws and wire nuts and wrap tape in such a sinister manner.
Anyway, it's all done now, and perhaps I'll be able to improve my mood by persuading myself that all that left-handed agony will strengthen my weak-hand shooting.
I'll let you know.
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*AKA "sheet rock" and "wall board" and "the world's most obnoxious construction material." In a properly run nation it would be outlawed.
Maybe I'm demoralized because, unless I misconstrue her, Ron Paul has lost Tam.
(Remember Lyndon Johnson at the height of his Asian diplomacy and Vietnam War fubar fest? Remember the night Grandpa Walter of CBS called him on it? Remember Lyndon moaning, "If I've lost Cronkite, I've lost the country?" History rhymes.)
Or maybe my synapses are discommoded from messing around with a bunch of non-organic electrons. To wit:
I have sybaritic dreams of stepping out of the shower into an 88-degree chamber on winter's most evil day and to do it without heating up the entire house. So I finally got round to installing the beautiful old Arvin heater.
When I got the plasterboard* out I found the light switch didn't need to be disturbed, but the little box for the existing duplex outlet was too busy for the tie-in. The replacement double box is still tight and -- to come to the point of this whine -- it's in a cramped corner requiring left-handed work. Ladies and gentlemen, I am fully entitled to bitch about having to screw screws and wire nuts and wrap tape in such a sinister manner.
Anyway, it's all done now, and perhaps I'll be able to improve my mood by persuading myself that all that left-handed agony will strengthen my weak-hand shooting.
I'll let you know.
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*AKA "sheet rock" and "wall board" and "the world's most obnoxious construction material." In a properly run nation it would be outlawed.
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