It’s funny, dubya’s supposed strong point was that the “average Joe” would want to “have a beer” with him (despite the fact that dubya was supposedly on the wagon, and, as far as I remember, he never had as much as an O’Douls with any average Joes). Now Obama goes and has a beer (a Bud Light, too, which, sadly, is both disappointing and appropriate; woulda been funnier if he’d had a Colt 45 and lit up a Newport) with “average Joe” Biden, “average Jim” Crowley, and of course Big Man on the Harvard Campus, Henry Louis Gates, and Fux News makes fun of it. Go figure.
I thought Gates had the best line of the day, discussing how he enjoyed meeting Crowley at the White House:
“We hit it off right from the beginning. When he’s not arresting you, Sergeant Crowley is a really likable guy.”
So hopefully we can all put this incident behind us, and get back to more important things, like the fact that Michael Jackson is still dead. Oh, President Obama, by the way, if you’re planning on inviting me over for a beer, I’ll take a bottle of Cave Aged Three Philosophers. Light beer is for old men.
Just as I was considering trading in my old clunker of a van for something more fuel efficient (something with a gas tank that doesn’t leak would be a good start), it turns out that the “Cash for Clunkers” program is out of money and is being suspended. Well, shit. Hey, I don’t need $4500 for a new vehicle; just give me a few hundred bucks for a new gas tank.
Had some heavy rain and thunderstorms that ran through the area at about 2:30 this morning, which got the dogs all shook up. Just as we’d recovered from that (and I’d finally gotten back to sleep), Granny got home from her trip to DC at about 3:45 or so.
She came in, knocked over the step ladder in our bedroom (did I mention the house is a bit on the disheveled side?), picked it up and dropped it a few times (sounding a bit like Fibber McGee opening the closet door in the process), said “sorry” a few times, and then turned around and walked out. So I wound up with a terrified, 60 pound panting dog sitting on my chest. As we all got calmed down (and back to sleep) again, the alarm went off, and it was time to get up and face the day.
Should be a great one. I wonder what’ll fall off the car today?