Well this has been loads of fun. A sore throat that climbed into my nose and trickled snot all the live long day. Not helped by the massive cleaning efforts in the house this weekend culminating in P's joyous purchase of a new vacuum with the dirt spinning bagless window thingy in the front that makes it look like fun to get sucked into it. But the amount of pet hair and dirt that this thing has inhaled has been pretty horrifying.
My nasal snot factory was also working overtime because I did some building this weekend. Put together the first of two or three planter boxes for the deck that will, eventually, erect a nice privacy wall of bamboo to give us back our deck when the neighbors happen to be out as well. And yes, they are still refusing to acknowledge that we still exist.
I'm guessing that they're social evolution halted the day they graduated from high school because they are exactly like a pair of petulant little teenagers. But hey, fuck 'em. Its all good. Saves us time coming in or leaving, not having to stop and chat with them.
So yeah, I'm still sick, feeling sick all over now instead of just in my throat and calves. But I've got far too much to do at work today to allow this to knock me down. Dayquil will be my salvation.
Cool news is that we're thinking about picking up one of these to replace my slappy, crappy but still good at keeping me dry old Toyota Pickup.
Let's see, what else has happened? Kim left for Nantucket with Sarah, they'll be back in three or four months leaving Paul and Ken in possession of bachelor pad even though neither are bachelors. I got some Republican propoganda thanking me for being a charter member of ShrubCo's California campaign which is pretty funny since monkeys with lasers on their heads and Harvard Law degrees would be shooting out my butt before I ever campaigned for Bush. Though I must say that I love the picture of Bush and his wooden wife, first lady, Laura, trying to look like good, honest folks contrasted with the new revelations that this crooked fool of a president had illegally re-allocated funds intended to fight terrorists in Afghanistan to his personal jihad against Iraq.
The walls will continue to crumble around Bush. I saw John Kerry on Meet the Press yesterday morning and he comes across as well polished, intelligent and a very, very serious threat to ShrubCo's regime of truly out of control spending. Kerry knocked n the RNC's concerted smear campaign to besmirch his name and record, he responded to the commercials that are lies, he responded to how he would attempt to fix Iraq, he shined a light on the farcical nature of this current government's inability to speak the truth, the locking out of the secretary of defense in making the decision to go to war and much, much more. He also looked like he'd had Botox or something because his previously prune inspired look of wrinkles with wrinkles in them has been replaced by a youthful shine.
By the way, P took the time to deface the pic nicely, changing Laura into bin Laden and Bush into Saddam complete with heavy eyebrows and mustache. Nice work!
By the way, I don't think enough is made of the fact that George Bush has taken four out of every ten days off as president of this country. Four out of every ten. That's five months out of every year he has not been working. And its not like the world's slowed down or anything, there are tremendous issues facing our country and the world at every turn. Yet he's taking four out of every ten days off. Utterly ridiculous and the only silver lining I can see is that those are four days he can't shaft more countries and more Americans.
The bell is tolling for thee, Mr. Bush. Try not to steal too much shit on your way out the door.
Two Quick Links and I'm in the Shower
Enneagram Institute: Enneagram Testing & Training for personality testing, where I'm either a 2 or a 7, stupid flu fog in my brain
and
Subservient Chicken, where you can make an idiot in a chicken suit do whatever you want, more or less. Can anyone explain why Burger King would fund this site?
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