Different strokes
It's time for me to take a little break from blogging about the local political scene. Focusing on the official dysfunction around here for too long is veddy bad for the soul. In the middle of the night last night, my daughter found me sitting in the living room, alone, watching a budget hearing on cable access with an empty six-pack of O'Doul's at my feet and the tears streaming down my face.
Good thing for me I got an e-mail message yesterday from the author of this fine blog, but warning: It has that black background on account of which, if you read it for too long, YOU COULD GO BLIND! And her sidebar contains links to some other blogaliciousness, like this, and this, and this.
Hey, nothing could be funnier than Erik Sten's to-do list, but if you're like me, you'll appreciate a change of topic. So go, already.
Comments (4)
"The miracle of birth? That pregnant women everywhere don't choke more people with their bare hands and run away. That's the miracle of birth."
Heh. Thanks for the referral, Jack!
Oh yeah, between the beer and the budget meeting, you're lucky to still be here - don't do that. They should put THAT label on cable access....
Posted by Scott-in-Japan | June 16, 2005 4:48 PM
O'Doul's???
Come back to us, Jack!
Posted by Cousin Jim | June 16, 2005 6:28 PM
I kid. No O'Doul's. Lately it's merlot (Washington State only) and cabernet (Northern Cali only). Occasionally a Manhattan made out of Knob Creek and Benedictine. A drunken monk, as it were.
Posted by Jack Bog | June 16, 2005 6:32 PM
In my experience, the black dog lurks about in the wee hours, just waiting for a chance to bite down and hold on. Be careful, Jack!
Posted by Lily | June 16, 2005 11:53 PM