A dahlia in my garden.
1. Brett Favre. This guy came on TV and tearfully announced his retirement. He wanted the public to see this press conference. He coulda retired by sending a letter. This was after several years of will-he-or-won’t-he. I see this as just another celebrity who is addicted to the limelight. Brett, old son, I watched you weep, don’t be a creep. I’m over this guy. I think the notion of estoppel should apply. Bye.
2. The New Yorker. What an idiotic cover cartoon. Whether it is satiric or not, all it is going to do is fan the flames of distrust and racism. It may as well be an editorial endorsing McCain. I guess Rupert Murdoch and Newscorp must have secretly purchased New Yorker. Oh, by the way, their articles are terminally boring and I have no intention of reading the accompanying article about Mr. Obama.
3. Went to Plymouth yesterday. A: The “Rock” is barely visible due to construction on the structure around it. B: The “Rock” ain’t worth looking at anyway. My Honey calls it “the Pebble.” C: The “Mayflower II” is reasonably cool to look at, but nobody knows what the original Mayflower looked like, so it is just a by-guess-and-by-gosh tourist attraction. Still, I took some pix.
4. I still have Ani DiFranco’s performance bouncing around in my ears and eyes.
5. It is quiet here without Daughter and Babycakes.
6. Wholesale inflation came out today. 9.2%! Retail inflation will be announce later.
7. I don’t care a bit about the children of Anjibrat.
8. I’m taking my photographic entries to the fair today. I got ribbons in Lake County, so now I have unreasonably high expectations. Parbly get my commupance.
9. I’m working on my creative writing homework. Not terribly inspired. Where is that damn Muse?
10. I’ve pared my blogroll too much. Gotta find some fresh meat.
