Happy Halloween everybody. For a treat today, we get Marc Maron in for Randi Rhodes. This will be one of the few times I listen to Randi’s show – probably not live, but I’ll download the podcast and listen tomorrow morning. Otherwise, it’s just another crappy day at work, followed by hiding in the basement in the dark to avoid having to answer the door. Not that anybody comes to the crazy people’s house, of course, but better safe than sorry. So, Boo.

Multiple meetings today. Oh, boy, nothing I like more than meetings. It just makes going to work so much more enjoyable than usual.

And so, another week begins. Not a bad weekend, really. I didn’t do much, except I did take advantage of the very slow Saturday night to upgrade the blog. It was a slightly painful experience, as one or two things got broken, but I think I had it all back to normal again in under an hour. I doubt anybody even noticed things were down.

And we took Siggy back to the scene of the crime on Saturday, letting him run around off-leash a bit. We stayed on the fields, and didn’t let him go into the woods or for a swim, though. He’s still on probation.

So, it’s back to work again today. Whoopdie freakin’ doo.

Here we go again….

On Press the Meat, Timmy Potatohead (you know, if you google Timmy Potatohead, you get this blog?) hosts Chris Dodd, who’s showing more spine than all the other Democrats running for President combined. Then it’s everybody’s favorite retired Republican pundit, William Safire & Tom DeFrank, who gave us Gerry Ford’s posthumous memoirs.

Over at Faze the Nation, Bush Booby Bobby Schieffer hosts Carl Levin, Lindsey “hey, shut that closet door” Graham, and asshole from the ever-incorrect Politio.com, Roger Simon.

On Fux News Sunday (#1 if you search for “Fux News Sunday”), Weaselface Wallace (yep, a google for Weaselface Wallace, gets you this blog, right there at the top of the list) hosts the First Lady of Lithium, Laura Bush herself (next week, King George will stop by to play), plus the latest Republican Redneck Governor, Bobby Jindal of Louisiana, and artistic director of the Shakespeare Theatre Company, Michael Kahn. Plus, the usual assortment of Fux Noise scumbags.

On the Goebbels Network, George Snufalufagus (BTW, google George Snufalufagus, and guess what comes out at the top of the list?) hosts St. John McCain, plus fake Democrat Dianne Feinstein, and authentic asshole, Duncan Hunter (both of California), on to talk about Michael Martin Murphey, and a political Rountable of Paul Krugman, Chrystia Freeland (from the Financial Times) and George :jerk: Will (#1 for “George :jerk: Will”). And This Weak’s “Voice,” filmmaker Molly Bingham whose new film, “Meeting Resistance” focuses on the Iraqi insurgency and what motivates Iraqis to join its ranks (maybe it’s because we’ve killed a million or so of their civilians? Just a thought).

Wolf Blitzer’s Late Emission includes Mohamed ElBaradei, Director General of the IAEA, Barbara Boxer, Senator Brylcreem®, Trent Lott, and Mike “Huckleberry” Huckabee.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Hamid Karzai will ask his good buddies the Americans to stop fucking killing everybody in his country with indiscriminate airstrikes, Steve Kroft asks where all the bees have gone, and Lesley Stahl does a story on how “Sarko L’Americain,” Nicolas Sarkozy is pissing off his fellow Frenchmen by becoming an American lapdog (I guess dubya’s lap was getting cold, what with Tony Blair being gone). Hey, I told ya you shoulda gone with the pretty lady.

Happy Anniversary to my parents, who’d have been married for 61 years today, if they were still alive.

Enjoy your Sunday everybody, ‘cuz it’s back to the salt mines tomorrow.

If you live in Dutchess County, you have until Sunday – Monday at the latest – to get the hell out of town. Otherwise, have a good Saturday.

It’s not only Friday, but it’s also my third Monday of the week. This is a good week to get the over with though. Too bad Monday has to come so quickly.

Get up, go to work, come home, go to bed, get up, go to work….

You look at what’s going on in Southern California, and you wonder if this is the beginning of the end of the world. Is this what we have to look forward to now? Huge fires flamed by ever-increasingly hot winds, drought and dust bowls, floods, rising sea levels…. It might just be too late to save the planet now. I reckon things’ll last at least as long as I do (unless Bush blows up the world), but things could get pretty tough before it’s all over. In the meantime, we obsess with keeping shampoo bottles off of airplanes, and whether Britney fucking Spaniel Spears is a good mother. Oh well, maybe there’ll at least be less snow to shovel this winter.

And, who knows? Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the times are changing.

Another episode of Unshaven today (I reckon). I don’t know if I’ll be able to catch any of it, though I’ll be at my undisclosed location, so maybe I can catch some of it. Otherwise, it’s just another day in paradise. The only question is, why do I keep fuckin’ up?

Nice day yesterday. Beautiful blue sky, and red, yellow, orange leaves on the trees. A bit to warm for my tastes, but no too bad. Unfortunately, it’s back to work again today. A damn shame; I could use another day (or two) off.