December 14, 2007

End of Week Brain Dump

Okay, okay--I know. A huge buildup like that, and nothing to back it up.

The shame of having not even a teaspoonful of inanity to offer. And it's not like there's not plenty of fodder out there!

Oh well, let's give it a try anyway. As long as you harbor no expectations of quality, you'll not be disappointed.

Politics: Oh, please. They ("they" being the candidates) all stink, in varying degrees and levels of venality. And even the crazy people are a bunch of pikers. Lyndon LaRouche craps bigger crazy than Kucinich. Anyway, best I can tell the choices right now on the pinko/hippy side come down to purest distilled evil, some goofy kid, a smug foppish twit (with a twist of evil), weird dude, three old guys, and some chubby guy. On the unworthy-to-be-the-successors-to-Ronald Reagan side we've got another bunch of old guys, some guy I've never heard of, a couple of guys with enough baggage to keep a team of fifty bellhops busy for a year, and a former fat guy, and that guy with the hot wife and stack of residual checks. Both sides seem to have a base of vocal supporters made up of enough cranks and loose screws to assemble a fleet of Model Ts. Take THAT, rest of the world!

Weather: The high temperature was close to 80 degrees here on Tuesday. It's going to be barely above freezing on Sunday. ::shakes fist at thermometer::

Sports: Steroids? Baseball?! Eh, whatever. I say any sport where you get to wear jewelry while you play needs as much help as it can get.

Entertainment: Writer's strike? I've not been so disturbed about a labor action since the Amalgamated Brotherhood of Buggy Whip Craftsmen staged their walk-out in 1913.

Family: I have four children and a wife. Each seem to be trying to outdo the others in driving me to an early grave. I love them all dearly nonetheless.

Work: Between the previous category and this one, I have no time nor ability to form anything more than a variety of whale-like squeaks, whistle, clicks, and grunts in lieu of actual substantive conversation.

It's a darned good thing I gave up blogging.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at December 14, 2007 05:28 PM

Wow, your so lucky Lightning & the Pup haven't joined in. On the PolyTickical front A big ol resounding Meh! is my response too. Tho I'll agree Mrs. Fred is a Babe. Here in NOLANorth we've got the 20f highs and 0f lows but with SNOW! I recken the holidays will stay white this year, as it should. Now I think a batch of tart making will occur and many taste buds will rejoice.

PS: Goux Tigers!

Posted by: Chef Tony at December 14, 2007 10:55 PM

I dunno - whale clicks sound pretty close to most blogging.

As for the noble sport of leading the greatest nation in the free world, I wish they'd just cut the crap and hold the next election two days after the previous one. Only on the condition, naturally, that they agree to shut the %$#@ up for the intervening eight years.

Posted by: skinnydan at December 15, 2007 10:00 PM

Tony, I just forgot to mention them. The pup has chewed up a bike helmet and the wires that go from my little solar battery charger to the lights in the top of the gazebo and has dug innumerable holes under the fence. Lightning stood by and watched him do all this and didn't even lift a paw to warn me.

Skinnydan (who, by the way, is on track to become a daddy again) I still wonder why we can't have a Texas steel cage match between all the candidates. I mean, it's in the Constitution and EVERYTHING!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 17, 2007 09:30 AM

Just promise me Mrs. Clinton will not be wearing a spandex leotard, and they can duke it out however you like.

Posted by: skinnydan at December 17, 2007 09:55 AM

Obviously, I can make no promises about the Clintons. I would wager she'd do it anyway just for the sheer terror it would create amongst the others.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 17, 2007 09:59 AM

Just the idea wants/forces me to "RUN AWAY!"

Big ol conga-rats to ya Mr SkinnyDan. I think it's a good thing but then again someone thought this was a good one too:

Mazel Tov my friend.

Posted by: Chef Tony at December 17, 2007 12:59 PM

Ah, Tony, that made my night.

Posted by: skinnydan at December 17, 2007 09:28 PM