I know everybody is shocked to hear that all may not be well (so to speak) with BP’s oil hole in the Gulf. Apparently, there’s a bit of seepage (and I think we all know just how uncomfortable that can be) and “undetermined anomalies” in the wellhead area. Damn, I dunno what’s worse: seepage, or anomalies on your wellhead. Though seepage in your wellhead area would indicate a trip to the clinic. Especially if it’s an oily discharge.

Elsewhere, it appears that Obama has told his Vice President to ixnay on the whole ooptra awdowndray from Ghafanistanay. Joe Biden told the Goebbels network yesterday that next summer’s troop reduction might just be a token few thousand. I, for one, am proud to see Obama show the steely resolve once exhibited by another strong Democratic leader – LBJ. Though LBJ was a lot better at ramming his legislation through Congress.

The Liberty Belle is coming to town next weekend. Not a bell, but the restored WWII-vintage B-17 bomber known as the “Flying Fortress.” It’s probably most notable for the bubble on the bottom where the “belly gunner” sat (and was pretty much screwed if the landing gear didn’t work). I’m familiar with them because when my dad was going through radio operator training during the war, he’d hoped to get the job of radio operator (whose other job was to man a .50 caliber machine gun) on one of these. Instead, he wound up slogging through China/India/Burma and getting bit by a monkey before contracting malaria. He didn’t get shot, at least.

Speaking of WWII, those Krazy Krauts shut down a 37-mile stretch of their high-speed highway for a party yesterday where, by all accounts, they had fun, fun, fun on the Autobahn. Yeah, I know, the words are actually “Wir fahr’n fahr’n fahr’n auf der Autobahn,” which is kinda the opposite idea of sitting down at a 37-mile table, but, either way, it’s Ausgezeichnet!

Not so excellent, however, is the fact that it’s Monday, and I gotta go to work.

Oh well, as they say in Deutschland, “Gute Fahrt!”