And Let Me Add ...
... in the few remaining minutes before everybody wakes up, that habeus corpus is highly overrated. I mean,
so what if the government can declare you to be an enemy combatant -- even if you're a citizen -- and lock you away with absolutely no right of appeal, and then do horrible things to you that aren't really torture because the President decides what is and isn't torture?
Hey, if it keeps us safe and free, that's good enough for me!
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Apologies
Yesterday Tall Brad came down to my cube to question me about Blogger templates on behalf of his fiancee, Proud Mary (who needed an adjective -- I'm open to other suggestions, that's the first one to leap to mind). That visit served to remind me that yes, I do have a blog.
I've been very, very busy. Monday I'm starting a job in a different area of the company, and I've been working on cleaning up loose ends in my old job. I've been working for five years on one project, and that adds up to a whole lot of loose ends. In addition, we have company again -- Kristi's mom came to make a surprise appearance at Grandparents' Day at Emma's school. Today we'll be going to the Renaissance Festival,
a yearly tradition for us (though we usually don't wait until the last weekend to do it). I hope I remember to bring a camera. I hope I remember to use it to get a picture of Twig.
Incidentally, I have to point out to
Scooter that I, too, watched DeLancie during his pre-Q period on"DooL". I saw more than he did, in fact; I can remember his first appearance, as a patient of Marlena's who kidnapped her, thus setting up her rescue by Roman Brady and a decade(s)-long story arc. He wasn't initially comic relief -- it took them a little while to figure out Eugene Bradford's potential. And I bring this up not merely to embarrass myself, but to embarrass myself thoroughly.
Labels: culture
Odd
Today at work I was going up to Caribou in the elevator. Also on the elevator was a gentleman clutching in his left hand a Netflix envelope and half a dozen wire coat hangers.
I successfully fought the compulsion to ask what the movie was.
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Hah!
CNN.com headline today on its RSS newsfeed, verbatim:
Al Qaeda group warns pope, West, 'doomed'
Looks like I'm getting out just in time. (If you don't get it, you're probably not alone, so don't sweat it.)
Lack of Blogging
What with out-of-town company and whatnot, blogging has been light. Apologies to the two of you who actually care.
Last weekend we all rode in the Saint Paul Classic. Kristi and Emma did the short (15-mile) route; I did the 31-mile with our guest Tom and a bunch of folk from West.
Scooter blogged it well so I don't have to -- but I'll probably add more later. (For those who track this sort of thing from year to year, my knee held up perfectly.)
Overheard In Our Kitchen Tonight
"This must be my lucky wedgie!"
No, it wasn't me.
As Scooter Notes ...
...
Steve Irwin is dead.
This is obviously big, big news, as it was splashed all over the top of the various news outlet webpages yesterday.
I wish his family well, I'm terribly sorry that it happened. But honestly, consider --
Steve Irwin was killed by a dangerous wild animal that he got too close to while filming. Pardon me if I fail to register shock at that news.
"Steve Irwin killed during attempted bank robbery" -- that one would surprise me.
"Steve Irwin fatally beaten by koala bear" -- shocker, yeah.
"Steve Irwin, five others die during ill-fated space shuttle launch" -- okay, surprised me there.
"Steve Irwin forgets safeword" -- um, yeah, okay.
But he went much as I would have expected he'd go. For his sake, I'm glad it went down as it did; had to be more pleasant than being mauled by a crocodile.
Labels: culture
The Fair
We went. On Thursday. As fair experiences go, it was, well, fair.
The camera didn't come with us, so I don't have pictures of Emma enjoying the rides, or of Kristi and Em going down the giant slide, or of the sock-monkey dress. Ooh, but other people have pictures of the sock-monkey dress.
Oh yes,
they do.
I also didn't get a picture of the gang of AARP members on rented electric scooters that tried to run me over. Damn.
After leaving the fair, we went to the open house at Emma's school, to meet her third-grade teacher. Mr. Porter seems to be a very nice, very personable guy. It'll be interesting to see how having Emma in his classroom will change him.
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