"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
No, not here . . . I’m talking about Metafilter. Metafilter’s a community weblog, where members post comments on various topics, including obscure news items. Occasionally, a Metafilter entry will catch my interest and I’ll blog about it here. Like this one, which I saw this morning: NewsFilter: UFO (missle) exhaust seen by pilot Have […]
God, enough cooking already! On Thanksgiving, while Donna, daughter Polly, and daughter-in-law Beth prepared turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, yams, and pies (apple and pumpkin), our son Gregory and I smoked a duck and a ham . . . it would have been a feast for a dozen adults and six hungry children, let […]
Last two weeks, the word “pushback” has been running through my mind. As in: “Mister President, we’re experiencing significant pushback on extending tax cuts to the rich.” I hate buzzwords. Pushback is high on my list of buzzwords. But there it is, at the forefront of my consciousness. Why? And then I remembered a conversation […]
Reference 8 Yellow Snow’s trucker rant: Almost all truckers are paid by the mile. Mile hauling cargo, that is. They don’t earn a cent dead-heading home, waiting for assigned loading dock times, sitting idle in blizzards or bumper-to-bumper traffic, stopping for meals, filling out paperwork and log books, or pulling over for mandatory rest periods. […]
Okay, just one more puppy entry, then I’ll quit. Schatzi’s been here a week and a day. My life now centers around doggy doo. But, hey, who says housebreaking a puppy has to be drudgery? Oh, yeah . . . everybody. Still, it’s remarkable how much progress she’s made. She’s gone from crapping in the […]
He’s back. With bells on. For the past few months, we’ve been storing our daughter’s car behind the garage. Every couple of weeks I start it and let the engine run for half an hour. Last night, at a party, a friend tells me I shouldn’t just run the engine, I should actually drive the […]
My wife and children, in great secrecy, went in together on a present for my upcoming birthday. I think I’ll call her Schatzi. Is she cute or what? I have a feeling this won’t be her last appearance on the blog.
At the bus barn the other morning, some of the drivers were talking about the recent police beating of Robert Davis in New Orleans. As in “He had it coming,” “You know he was asking for it,” “Too bad the horse didn’t stomp his ass too.” Okay, so I work with racists. Who doesn’t? Had […]