Maybe I’m just not paying attention, but there doesn’t seem to be much going on out there today (even the Two for Tuesday Woot sucks). Nothing to provide me with the morning dose of righteous indignation I require to get me up and motivated for another day at the salt mines, anyway. Glenn Beck is an idiot, but that’s nothing new. Kim Jong is ill (and misunderstood, no doubt). But that seems to be about it (other than next time I fly, I’m gonna request a plane w/o a sunroof). I guess I need to head over to Brilliant at Breakfast. Jill always seems to be able to work up some morning anger.

The whole John Ensign thing is pretty darn funny, if you ask me. All I know is, if I’d asked my mom to pay off the family of the woman I was schtupping, she’d have told me, “you’re on your own, buster.” Of course, we weren’t sanctimonious, wealthy Republicans. We were union, blue-collar Democrats, so we didn’t know any better.

Locally, after four days of the police insisting that reports of somebody falling into our inner harbor (yes, smack-dab in the middle of NYS, yet we still have an inner harbor; pretty sure we don’t have an outer harbor, though) and drowning was a bunch of hooey, a body was found floating in the water, and the Common Council has approved holding a weekly drinking party on the roof of a parking garage (doesn’t really seem like a good idea to me, but what do I know).

Back in May, over a quarter million dollars “fell out the back” of an armored car. Most of the money way recovered, but one guy apparently picked up about ten grand, and he’s been charged with grand larceny for not returning it. Really? You find a bag of money in the street, and you’re legally required to turn it in? That doesn’t seem right.

This screws up my whole retirement plan.