Archive | March, 2008


30 Mar

>What does it say about the Tam and Roberta household that we watched Boondock Saints last night and Topsy-Turvey this afternoon an’ enjoyed ’em both?

“Better back off, d00d — they’re well-armed and erudite…”


>Balkanization Now

30 Mar

>Tam has posted about the California exodus; there are Vermont separatists, NH secessionists, folks lookin’ to revive the Texas Republic an’ plenty of people ready to run a sawzall down the Mason-Dixon line an’ y’know what?

I say lets do it. It’s time. IL (or perhaps just Cook County/Chicago and its ADI) really should be its own little hoplophobic police state; NY and CA ought to be able to follow their hearts to full membership in the EU.

Squeaky points to the Federal Reserve’s presiding over what is surely an impending meltdown and that is but one of the many delightful ways in which the Federal Union has created more mess than utility. It’s what they do.

This has not always been the case but it is now. I have a deep sentimental fondness for the nation created by the Founders and Framers, but it’s outlived its usefulness and become a burden on the States. It’s time to pull the plug. Oh, we’ll set up some loose military alliance to keep the Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines goin’ but the rest of it, from NASA to HUD to the DEA, they can hold bake sales, ask for donations or just shut up shop.

The States will still be there; oh, they’ll change, they’ll form their own alliances — perhaps we’ll see Jefferson or Franklin reborn; perhaps southern Illinois will hook up with Missouri and the central regions will ally with Iowa. Who knows? –But it’s gotta be better than the mess we’ve got now. Look, it’s already like crossing an international border to go from IN to IL, or enter CA from anywhere; might as well go whole hog.

Balkanization now! Why not?

(Posted mostly in jest but, y’know….?)

>Still Sleepy

30 Mar

>Maybe I’m fightin’ somethin’ off? –We’ve had various sorts of whooping whatever goin’ around at the Skunk Works, including a variety that turns tenors into baritones. Presumably it would turn a contralto into Phyllis Diller but who wants to find out?

Whaddevvah. Pried my lazy self from the sack promptly at 0830, or was it nine? Ate what we had handy — oatmeal, coffee. Scrubbed up, geared up, stuffed a magic-heat dealie in my sweatshirt pocket, got out the scooter and toodled to the bank, getting the usual surprised look from motorists, it being coldish despite the sunshine. Stopped off t’the market and picked up ingredients for basic breakfast hash (bacon, eggs, taters), returned home, cooked, ate, and have done zilch since other than laundry, which is not hardly really even work. Still sleepy!

Well, there’s always Sunday.


29 Mar

>I’d post something trenchant and witty but

…Came home from work, hopped on the scooter and went to pick up dinner at Yats. Miss Tam said, “Pick up a pack’a smokes on the way, willya?” and off I went.

Rolled up to Neighborhood Petrol neat as can be, parked the Chetak, bought a pack, left ’em at the gas station and did not even realize it ’til I was parked at the eatery waiting for our order and Joe walked by sayin’ Howdy. So I made up for it by abandoning two exotic soft drinks — for which I had paid — when they handed me the rest of dinner.

Impressive. Not.

Someone that spacey should not be operating a two-wheeled motorized vehicle on city streets, not even a little one, even more so as night is fallin’. It’s a wonder I did not forget to breathe.

Which I just about did after dinner — ran a tub, climbed in with an old Poul Andersen paperback and fell asleep for about a half-hour, with no harm to the book thanks to years of practice.

And so here I am. And I’m still sleepy. G’nite!

>I’m So Chaste

28 Mar

>Or something.

The Blog-O-Cuss Meter - Do you cuss a lot in your blog or website?
Yet in real life, I more than keep up with Tam. Go figure!

>We Sprung Mom X

28 Mar

>…Sprung her from hospital yesterday (and by “we,” I mean my siblings, as I am pretty much stuck with work and long hours at present — not happy about that but it is the nature of The Beast).

She’ll be on the high-end anti-coagulants for a spell yet — some of which combine expense and inconvenience in wholly new ways. She points out that this is infinitely better than the real-world alternative, which would be “none.”

Her little dog — supposedly a miniature doberman, though it’s more like a black and brown beach ball with legs — took to her bed and refused to eat the whole time she was away.

My thanks and Mom’s as well for the kind thoughts and prayers. She’s sounding really good and the docs are confident matters are under control.

>The Calico Cat and the Gingham Dog

27 Mar

>The spitball fight between Democratic candidates Clinton and Obama (which has a good many Democrat voters looking to John McCain — small surprise there) was reminding me of something, it was right on the tip of my mind for over a day — and then realization struck: Eugene Field’s The Duel —

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
‘Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t’other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
The gingham dog went ” Bow-wow-wow!”
And the calico cat replied “Me-ow!”
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
Next morning where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole the pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!

If your childhood reading didn’t include this delight, you’ll find the entire poem here.