So first I raged, raged against the signing of the Stupak amendment. Then I said, "Oh, it's warm outside." Then work, more raging, and a wistful glance (or ten) out the window. Such a Monday. Such a Monday Monday. At least it's almost Tuesday. And then Veterans Day. And then and then and.

I signed up for yuletide. I may change my offers, but my requests ( Read more... )

So (so, so) baseball is over (except for the off-season stuff, the hot stove and the kids heading down to Beckett's ranch, shoulder programs and speculation galore), and I still don't get the football thing (as in: I know nothing about it, and while watching the Apocalyptic Bowl on Sunday, spent much of my time going, "wait, what?" and also, "I ( Read more... )