Teresa Heinz Kerry has been confiding in staffers how the tour is just "nonstop movement" and how there "is no time just to 'be.'
To be or not to be...
If you could be a tree, what kind would you be?
Be-bop-a-lu-la, she's my baby...
Shoo-be-do-be-do...
Be the ball, Danny. Be the ball.
In the real world, I'm down here at the ranch, with The Wife and the boy. The boy is watching some Teen Idol award show with an audience of shrieking 15 year-old girls, and one band so far played skate-punk - and have mohawks. The more things change, the more blah-blah-blah...the weird thing is they sounded pretty dang good.
Sold the little Clie on eBay today (I'm gonna miss this little dude). Ordered up the Treo 600, and got $150 off for extending the contract (as it should be), with overnight shipping. I'm gonna be one converged sumbuck by this time tomorrow. I also get a whopping 15 days to check out the coverage. The map shows goodness in all my required areas, so...well, nothing. Boy, I'm pointless...please forgive me.
ARLINGTON, Texas (AP) -- Kevin Brown felt terrible before he even took the mound, and Gary Sheffield winced with pain almost every time he swung the bat.The New York Yankees were hurting, and the Texas Rangers eagerly seized the opportunity to pounce on their ailing foe.
Ryan Drese pitched seven shutout innings and former Yankee Alfonso Soriano doubled twice and scored three times, leading the Rangers over New York 7-1 Tuesday night.
``Certainly the stars were aligned for us tonight,'' Rangers manager Buck Showalter said.
How can we beat the eternally-hated Yankees 7-1, but get swept by the Orioles last weekend? BTW, thanks for finally having a damn night game. I know baseball is best played and viewed in daylight, but there are a few of us remaining fans who have jobs.
My little stRangers have been in kind of a swoon since the All-Star break. The Balmer sweep really put a hole in the boat, and let the Athuletics and the Halos catch up. There's been a bit of a brownout offensively. If the bats can get cranked back up, and if the pitching can just hold the line, we've got a slim chance of staying with the two division rivals. But that's gonna take some serious grit. Does my hometown 9 have it? Well, tune in for the next month and a half, and we'll see.
You don't know how sweet it is to actually have a team to care about in August. It seems like forever since the Hunt for Red October. Heck, they don't even wear the awesome red unis anymore. St00p1d marketing weenies...
Poor, bigoted, baby. You saw it here first.UPDATE: The Kerry campaign asks: Will Bush Condemn Book by Anti-Catholic Bigot?
Since when did Brock-boy Willis start caring about religion or the people who practice it? That's almost funny, this guy calling someone else a bigot over remarks about religion. Almost.
I wonder if you could find all the American Taliban references in the archives from the pre-Brock days?
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I forgot to mention this last night when I learned of it...Iggy's having another online tournament -- Sunday, August 22 at Pacific Poker*. This time for poker bloggers AND their readers. So, Otis, Frenchman, Teddy Roosevelt, Phelps, hell, everybody -- let's go. I'd kind of like to see some TFG-generated action. Note that this is one of those pre-register deals, where you have to get your stuff into Iggy to make sure you're "on the list." No time to dawdle, now...get on it ASAP.
Now, I don't mind telling you that I took a second in the Inaugural WPBT tournament. There have since been two more. I made the final table in the second one, but passed out made a bad call, and finished out of the money. The third one, of course, was the one where I got screwed and didn't get added to the list. So I recommend flooding the zone to make sure you're not "forgotten."
* That's Iggy's big-money bonus sign-up. Support your local degenerate gambler.
Nothing has ever grabbed me like the original Doom and the follow-on. Never wanted to play team Doom or online Doom. Quake -- all I can remember about that is trying to bounce a hand-grenade around a corner. Don't want an X-Box, nor a PS/2, nor whatever zingy thing is waiting at the mall nowadays.
But -- I fear this, greatly. I see hours and hours of already-scarce productivity vanishing. If the screenshots are anywhere near reality, I'm already spooked. This could be enough to make me gen up a gaming rig specifically for Doom. Seriously.
Thanks to Alice for mentioning this in passing...
Sparks is on a blogging tear, about to head off to the woods for something this weekend (I begged him to come down to the festival, but I got the Heismann). I guess he's wrapping stuff up, in case he doesn't make it back. I know that feeling. But point is, he reminds me of something I keep promising to do, and utterly fail at -- the Cajun festival.
I love my Texas and our Music, but I also love our little sister, Louisiana, and her music. I can't think of a point in my life when I haven't had a Cajun album somewhere close to hand, but my love of the form was truly cemented deep in my soul some number of years ago on a trip to Shreveport to do some gambling. I had been working really, really hard and I was poor as a churchmouse (still am, for that matter), and I needed a gambling getaway. I ended up in a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, and that was OK. Ass that I am, I didn't even realize it was Memorial Day (like I say, I had my head down), and that's why I was in a cheap motel on the outskirts of town.
But the highlight of that trip was the Mudbug Madness festival. I spent a full day walking around and revelling in the Cajun goodness. There were probably 40 vendors there, all serving some variation on the venerable crawdad, all of it delicious. And I ate something from every single one of them. This was back in the day when Dixie was still the LA beer of choice, too, so I knocked back a couple of those, too...maybe three. Like all these kinds of festivals, there was music, practically all of it local. And damn, but it were good, every bit of it. I don't know if it's the crawdads or the beers, but it really knocked me out. What's best is that there were entire families there, and all of them were dancing with each other. Fathers & daughters, moms & sons, brothers & sisters...hell, dads and the dad from next door. Just loving the music, and happy to be out in the warm night and eating some good food and drinking some cold beer.
Digression: There's a feel to authentic Cajun music that's damn near impossible to find in New Orleans, and if there's a drawback to that city that doesn't involve projectile vomiting, it's that. You can find damn near everything but Cajun. I don't count those Dixieland jazz things, either...that music's fun for a few minutes, but it's not an all-night thing for me.
Anyway, point being, I want to do up a Cajun festival next year. I need some Cajun bands, some Cajun food...probably some Cajuns, too, I guess. My little blog-buddy Ben Wright has this idea of The FatFest...kind of a "relax and enjoy your damn self" type of idea. Maybe I'll roll that into the Cajun thingy, maybe not. FatFest should probably be a big beefy thing with a brisket cookoff, some sausages, whole-chicken-eating contests, etc. But, man, I do want to recreate that nice night down in Shreveport with the Cajun accordion going and the beer flowing and the crawdads boiling. Any Cajuns or Cajun-wannabes like me want to kick in any ideas, just drop me a line. I think it would be fun (no matter who's the damn President).
Schumer Questions White House Over Leak
A Democratic senator asked the White House on Monday to explain why the name of an imprisoned al-Qaida terror suspect was disclosed to reporters even as the suspect was cooperating secretly by sending e-mails to terrorists so authorities could trace their locations.
As a terrorist-hating Republican, I'd really like to know the answer to this, too. I doubt that we're gonna get a good complete one. The whole tale reads like a very regrettable slip of the tongue. Call me a fascist, but I'd just as soon they shut the hell up about all of the terror operations. I don't need that kind of transparency, and I don't care if Howard Dean and the rest of the Democrats, as well as the wailing press, think they do. Catching and killing terrorists is more important. My common sense tells me that when our friends, the Brits, are chasing jihadis in broad daylight, that's a Big Problem.
ObPoliticalCommentary: Of course, if we didn't have the Howard Dean's of the world questioning terror alerts as political maneuvers, and if we didn't have law enforcement agencies talking to the press about the "age of the information," and if we didn't have an overweening need by the Administration to have the Loony Left love them...well, this never would have happened, I bet. Sometimes you just have to live up to their accusations of fascism and tell them to shut up and go away, that's all you get for today. Oh, well...
The stage roof is finished. I even had my fat bohunkus up there screwing down the galvanized aluminum sheets that make up the roof qua roof. My advice is, if you're gonna be screwing aluminum into steel, go with the 18v cordless drill. The 12v can get through about 60 self-tapping screws before needing a recharge. Which meant climbing up and down the shaky old lader about 15 times. In the immortal words of Tim Allen -- MORE POWER!
Along those lines, if someone wanted to buy me this Ridgid cordless combo kit...well, I wouldn't kick,
Need or want? Well...
I'm also somewhat reassured about the strength of the roof if it will hold me. I'm less re-assured about the viability of this "investment." Buyer's (and builder's) remorse, if you will. That's a lot of time and money that could have been better spent on projects with a shorter-term payoff and/or greater long-term potential. So, won't you please come to my little festival and ease my troubled mind?
If it helps, we've got a cool front coming through that's put the evening temps in the 50s. That's totally unheard of in August. We've been blessed. Let's all hope that blessing doesn't come with rain.
