I've been stuck in the Blog Blahs for a few days now. This isn't to say that I'm short on opinions (yeah, right), rather I've had little more than a smart-assed remark to make about recent events.
No, I'm not even a little surprised that Miers withdrew. I am, however, concerned that the next nominee will be far, far worse.
Libby: Screwed, Rove: TBD. I'm getting tired of the speculation at this point. Just make the fucking announcements already.
The flaws with electronic voting systems couldn't be any more clear. Anyone that thinks otherwise probably doesn't have the cognitive skills to handle voting to begin with.
Attention Target: You suck.
And on a personal note,
Today is the first sunny day in weeks. It's waaaay to early in the year to be battling off Seasonal Affective Disorder, but my primary inclination of late is to be like a bear and hibernate. Now, if I could just convince my two-year-old that this is a good idea, I'd be all set.
Many many years ago, a family member decided he'd had enough problems with his teeth, had them all pulled and replaced with a full set of dentures. I'm beginning to see the wisdom of that decision. I fear there's a root canal in my future. This does not bode well for someone whose fear of dental procedures mandates excessive novocaine just for cleanings. I may have to beg for general anesthetic. Or gas. Lots and lots of gas.
My wonderfully talented engineer husband, whose job requires him to travel, is on an extended trip away from home. He's due back sometime mid-November. The words to describe how much this sucks escape me.
Bitch whine moan kvetch.
Aren't you glad you stopped by?
I'll aim for more erudite commentary in future days. At the moment, however, this is as good as it gets.
I think we should demand that PayPal set up a booze-donation system. I'd surely appreciate any vodka you'd care to send my way.