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Good morning - just a quick note while the family is showering and prepping to go to church. I'm starting out the new year with a fresh pedi, a way-too-short haircut and some major dangly ear-bobs. Pix to follow. Celebrations will be low key, and there'll be a lot of football. Hope your ringing in of Baby 2007 will be fun and safe. Cheers till later!
First on the list, The Iraq Study Group report. Sheesh. 8 months for a big book of "hey, it's not going well. We should do something different. Like retry all the stuff that hasn't worked in the past. And blame the Jews - yeah! That's it! Blame them - it's a popular position." Double-sheesh. Your tax dollars at work. Maybe we can take all the copies of this thing and recycle them into some kind of bandages and packaging and stuff to use in the next relief effort after the next attack on our soil.
Ok - more lighthearted. Actual look-productive-while-not-being-so at your desk timewasters.
Cheers till later.
But I'm not complaining, nosirreee. Sunny, if windy/cold, plenty of power and no solid (or otherwise) precipitation. Happy indeed here in the South.
A miscellany tonight:
Item: Cream of Mushroom Soup is the foie gras of Southern holiday cooking. Bad-mouth it at your peril.
Item: My sources tell me one alum wrote one check to cash out Mike Shula's contract. So, no, we Bama scions aren't walking around with our heads down. We know there's treasure enough in the Crimson coffers to lure in some really good head coach to return us to glory days. After the DuBose Debacle, and the tantalizing taste of good things that was the 2005 season, those who occupy the sky boxes at Bryant-Denny are impatient. Not impatient enough to risk "Loss of Institutional Control", but enough to pay up for the Real Deal in a head coach. We lesser-paid but equally as spirited sorts await the result.
Item: I saw this joke over at The Stern's place:
A man went to his dentist because he felt something wrong in his mouth. The dentist examines him and says, "That new upper plate I put in for you six months ago is eroding. What have you been eating?"
The man replies, "All I can think of is that about four months ago my wife made some asparagus and put some stuff on it that was delicious...Hollandaise sauce. I loved it so much I now put it on everything --- meat, toast, fish, vegetables, everything."
"Well," says the dentist, "that's probably the problem. Hollandaise sauce is made with lots of lemon juice, which is highly corrosive. It's eaten away your upper plate. I'll make you a new plate, and this time use chrome."
"Why chrome?" asks the patient.
To which the dentist replies, "It's simple. Everyone knows that there's no plate like chrome for the Hollandaise!"
Arr-arr-arr. Cheers till later!
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