Geez. I just got off the phone with Roz, she of the divine sister comment on the blog down there (put little down arrow here) about the bull. 'Aren't you ever gonna blog again?' she asks. Nothing like a little pressure from the family.
Yeah, the election pissed me off. No surprise there. Well, actually, I'm still surprised that any women could vote for this bunch of Reform party knuckledraggers. Seriously. I look around at women of all ages, and I'm aghast. And that's without getting into the whole law-breakin' stuff. Oh, and can I just say this once? BEV ODA??? SERIOUSLY??? I'll meet you all back in here in 4 years. The one thing I did like was people seemed more engaged. If nothing else, I'll take that.
Had an awesome interview this morning with a young lad who is a mechanic. He's blind. What a kid. Story will run in the near future. Just like that, my faith is restored.
If you wear contacts, check out on line prices. I just saved a hundred bucks.
Been busy with workish things lately, but not too busy to grab the latest Vanity Fair. The one with Rob Lowe on the cover. Shirtless. Boy has aged well. Very, very well. Sorry. Where were we?
Finally got hold of Deadwood. This is making me very, very happy. I'm meting out the episodes like a little kid hording Halloween candy. When it's gone it's gone, though something tells me I'll be watching this over and over.
It's a gorgeous day, and I'm finally home. Gonna go dig dandelions. That was always my job with Dad, so it seems about right. I was moving big rocks around a few days before the election - my hand is sort of fixed; I quit when it started bleeding again - and had a good conversation with him. Considering he's been gone 15 years, you can imagine the catching up we do when the dirt thaws each year. Now I have to go out and tell him what happened. I think he'll be as peeved as I am that this crew in Ottawa is masquerading as his beloved Progressive Conservative party.
Even a dead man knows that's just not right.