Hope y'all happy now.

All you people whining about how this doesn't seem like January, what with the rain and the 40-degree temperatures? I hope you're happy with the snow and the sub-freezing temps we have now. Me, I was grateful for a little bit of Global Warming^TM. Nope. Still not acclimated after all these years.

I see that Lucianne.com is back. It shows you how little attention I pay attention to Jonah's mom that I didn't even know the site had been hacked and taken down. Good thing I looked though, because there was a link to a nice interview of Peggy Noonan. What particularly got my attention about that interview was a question about halfway down:

Q: Did your personal politics affect the way you felt about Pope John Paul?
A: No. I never viewed him in a political manner. I never viewed him from a political point of view. I found him very moving as a man, as an individual living one of the great lives of the 20th century, and I also found what he believed about the truth of life, what he believed in terms of his faith, to be the most compelling thing about him. Politically, he was a mid-20th century European.

What got my attention about it was that even a conservative journalist makes the mistake of thinking religion follows politics, when in fact for many conservatives (and in my case) it's the other way around. One can only wonder what kind of gobsmacked look Noonan bestowed upon her interviewer.

Meanwhile, check this out. Ferocious moves...from Canada, home of Right-Wing Death Beast Stephen Harper? Oh yeah. Also from Cobb, the importance of laying the smackdown on squirrels like Joel Wossname and what that has to do with the Disney/Pixar fusion.
Speaking of Canada, now that the election is over, Kate has gone back to her usual occupation.

So aside from surfing...I have an early afternoon appointment with my doctor, and until then I'm just going to chill out. This leg doesn't really encourage popping out and zooming around.

Hope y'all happy now.

All you people whining about how this doesn't seem like January, what with the rain and the 40-degree temperatures? I hope you're happy with the snow and the sub-freezing temps we have now. Me, I was grateful for a little bit of Global Warming^TM. Nope. Still not acclimated after all these years.

I see that Lucianne.com is back. It shows you how little attention I pay attention to Jonah's mom that I didn't even know the site had been hacked and taken down. Good thing I looked though, because there was a link to a nice interview of Peggy Noonan. What particularly got my attention about that interview was a question about halfway down:

Q: Did your personal politics affect the way you felt about Pope John Paul?
A: No. I never viewed him in a political manner. I never viewed him from a political point of view. I found him very moving as a man, as an individual living one of the great lives of the 20th century, and I also found what he believed about the truth of life, what he believed in terms of his faith, to be the most compelling thing about him. Politically, he was a mid-20th century European.

What got my attention about it was that even a conservative journalist makes the mistake of thinking religion follows politics, when in fact for many conservatives (and in my case) it's the other way around. One can only wonder what kind of gobsmacked look Noonan bestowed upon her interviewer.

Meanwhile, check this out. Ferocious moves...from Canada, home of Right-Wing Death Beast Stephen Harper? Oh yeah. Also from Cobb, the importance of laying the smackdown on squirrels like Joel Wossname and what that has to do with the Disney/Pixar fusion.
Speaking of Canada, now that the election is over, Kate has gone back to her usual occupation.

So aside from surfing...I have an early afternoon appointment with my doctor, and until then I'm just going to chill out. This leg doesn't really encourage popping out and zooming around.

Where have all the Mounties gone?

Another legend bites the dust, as Macleans reports that these days, the Mounties don't always get their man - and worse yet, can't be arsed to even try in a lot of cases because they're so short-staffed due to the demands of contract policing. Via Newsbeat One through Instapundit.

For this post alone, I wish I had marainsanity's "Brokeback Mountie" icon, although the context here is completely different. I was appalled to read that the RCMP does so much local police work - it would be like the FBI manning patrol cars in International Falls, MN or New Market MD. I thought that stuff went out with Dominion status in the 1950s.

EDIT Updated with special Mountie icon goodness thanks to marainsanity!

Where have all the Mounties gone?

Another legend bites the dust, as Macleans reports that these days, the Mounties don't always get their man - and worse yet, can't be arsed to even try in a lot of cases because they're so short-staffed due to the demands of contract policing. Via Newsbeat One through Instapundit.

For this post alone, I wish I had marainsanity's "Brokeback Mountie" icon, although the context here is completely different. I was appalled to read that the RCMP does so much local police work - it would be like the FBI manning patrol cars in International Falls, MN or New Market MD. I thought that stuff went out with Dominion status in the 1950s.

EDIT Updated with special Mountie icon goodness thanks to marainsanity!

I should get so much done when I'm healthy.

Well, I wasn't originally going to do all that much running around, but it didn't seem right to drive all the way to St. Paul and back and not take care of some things along the way...like dropping off my financial aid paperwork, paying my truck loan (late), returning library books and picking up the ones they had on hold for me, and finally doing a little (very little) grocery shopping at Cub while getting the latest round of Amoxicillin with which to beat back the ravening hordes of bacteria that have decided today the left leg, tomorrow the world. Not a bad list of accomplishments, considering that standing on said leg makes me want to whimper and operating the clutch with it reminds me all too much of exactly where the major blood vessels are in that leg.

Which is probably just the Rocephin wreaking a fiery vengeance along the arteries down there.

Anyway, I've been back home for an hour tending to e-mail, LJ, feeding the breadmaking robot, and thinking about how frozen shrimp is better than no shrimp at all, but only just.

I should get so much done when I'm healthy.

Well, I wasn't originally going to do all that much running around, but it didn't seem right to drive all the way to St. Paul and back and not take care of some things along the way...like dropping off my financial aid paperwork, paying my truck loan (late), returning library books and picking up the ones they had on hold for me, and finally doing a little (very little) grocery shopping at Cub while getting the latest round of Amoxicillin with which to beat back the ravening hordes of bacteria that have decided today the left leg, tomorrow the world. Not a bad list of accomplishments, considering that standing on said leg makes me want to whimper and operating the clutch with it reminds me all too much of exactly where the major blood vessels are in that leg.

Which is probably just the Rocephin wreaking a fiery vengeance along the arteries down there.

Anyway, I've been back home for an hour tending to e-mail, LJ, feeding the breadmaking robot, and thinking about how frozen shrimp is better than no shrimp at all, but only just.