Mr. Ariail has it right, IM(NS)HO. I'm sick to frickin' DEATH of all this culture war BS. The GOP candidates are throwing it all away by concentrating on the small stuff while ignoring (ahem) the elephant in the room. It's said we get the gub'mint we deserve but I'm thinkin' we certainly deserve better candidates than we have.
It's what some folks would call a dreary day here on The High Plains o' New Mexico. Note:
Those of us who live here don't think that way, simply because rain is a rare and blessed event. We NEED all we can get. That said, I'm glad I did all my runnin' around yesterday, which included the semi-monthly big-ass commissary and beer run out to Cannon Airplane Patch. I can sit at my window and watch the rain come down, all safe and warm and cozy and all that other stuff.
The astute among you may have noticed I killed the word verification thingie on comments. I did that because Blogger changed their WV app to a serious pain-in-the-ass, two-word, illegible abomination and no reasonable human should have to put up with that shit. And another thang... we used to be able to have fun with the WV stuff, some o' which was seriously amusing. No more, alas. A pox on people who fix shit that ain't broke. I hope their daughters are sold into slavery.
A brief hockey update... the Beloved Wings record-breaking string of home wins is at serious risk tonight as the hotter-than-hot Nashville Predators drop into The Joe for some hockey. The Preds have a 6-2-2 record in their last ten, but then again the resurgent Ducks had a 7-2-1 record when we beat them last week. We shall see.
Speakin' o' hockey games... So there I was, watching the Wings and Stars game this past Tuesday night... together but separate with SN1, as is our habit... when the phone rings right after Zetterberg got sent to the box on a questionable call. I mean RIGHT after, like ten or 15 seconds. So I answer the phone with "THAT was bullshit!!!"
Pregnant pause and brief silence on the other end, followed by "Excuse me?"
It wasn't SN1. It was My Buddy Ed In Florida. Oh shit, oh dear. After some stammering I finally managed to apologize and explain the situation, to much laughter and stuff.
My phone etiquette really sucks these days.
Oh... the post title? This:
You go, Jimi.