What a great start to the day! The boy-child woke us at three with a round of projectile vomiting (great game — I recommend everyone play). Since then, he’s puked pretty consistently every fifteen minutes. Not so much fun now that it is only dry heaves, but at least I now get to wash every towel and piece of bedding in the house. What could possibly top this? Oh yeah, the call from my wife fifteen minutes after she left for work asking for help because she’d run out of oil. Hmmmm . . . didn’t I suggest checking the oil every time you fill the gas tank? Oh, that’s right, I did, but checking the oil level is too inconvenient. As opposed to being stranded on the side of the road with the idiot light on and smoke rising from the engine, which is the epitome of convenience. So, new house, new car, what else do we get new this month?
Oliphant Parts
Respect, not retaliation
Thank you, Bill! So if, as Bill Frist states, judges deserve “respect, not retaliation,” no matter how they rule, does that mean we’re not going to hear any more whining from the wrong right about ‘activist’ judges? Damn, guess not: “When we think judicial decisions are outside mainstream American values, we will say so. But we must also be clear that the balance of power among all three branches requires respect — not retaliation. I won’t go along with that,” Frist said. Mainstream American values, from what I gather from our moral leaders, are what permit us to consider Abu Ghraib acceptable, preemptive war acceptable, and corporate fraud, um, what’s the word I am looking for?- oh yeah, acceptable.
I’m Homeless
Escrow closed this morning, so I am now officially homeless! Yay. Knowing I will have a new house in two weeks kind of takes the sting out, though.
Huh? What?
Another day, another few hundred trackbacks for cialis, trimspa and online poker. Gotta love the little spamtards for trying. May they all die horribly. So, what else, besides my adamant refusal to keep my site up-to-date, is going on? Not much. Less than three weeks now until I move to Post Falls, Idaho. Living out of cardboard boxes in my parents’ basement is not a lot of fun, but at least it is temporary.
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