So, if you’re like me, yesterday you asked yourself, “do I have an account on any of the Gawker media websites,” and then you asked yourself, “what they hell are the Gawker media sites?” Turns out, Gizmodo is one, and, yes, I apparently did have an account on it. I have no idea what the password was, but I went in and reset it this morning. And then I found that I’d been banned and had 41 comments in the past 48 hours or something. So I guess mine was one that they grabbed and shared with the world. Oh well. Hopefully it wasn’t one I used anywhere else. However, when I was looking around their website, I found a story about the judge who ruled the HC law is unconstitutional, and I know you’ll be as shocked as I was to hear this:

Henry E. Hudson, the federal judge in Virginia who just ruled health care reform unconstitutional, owns between $15,000 and $50,000 in a GOP political consulting firm that worked against health care reform. You don’t say!

Now, I’m no lawyer, but I’ve watched an awful lot of teevee in my half century, and I thought there was some sort of “conflict of interest” or even an appearance thereof that was supposed to get judges to recuse themselves from making rulings on shit where their impartiality might be (or might appear to be) in question.

I guess that’s just one of those teevee things (like moms always wear dresses and jewelry to clean the house, and female NYC police detectives – except maybe the Lieutenants – and assistant DAs are gorgeous).

Dick Holbrooke died. It was clearly murder, and a conspiracy of the highest order.

It was 11 degrees when I got up this morning (10 degrees and falling out there at the moment). Wind chill at or below zero. But I don’t think we’ve gotten the 8 inches they predicted over night (I’ll know more when I hit the tractor seat). That reminds me of a lady (and I use the term loosely – she was great) I used to work with back when I was a move guy. I was a manager/projectionist and in my mid to late twenties, she was old (in fact, she was the age I am right now), and working there a few nights a week to supplement her income.

I inherited her, and she was kind of intimidating at first (I mean, here I was, a kid, telling this grownup what to do).

To make things more interesting, there was a girl who worked also worked there, who was really a pretty annoying kid (but she was reliable, so whattya gonna do), and also happened to be the daughter of the woman that this lady’s ex-husband was currently married to (they’d been fooling around before the divorce – the guy and the woman, not the kid, as far as I know), and they despised each other. Well, the older lady despised the kid. I don’t know as the kid really cared. Oh, hilarity often ensued when they were scheduled together (which I tried not to do if at all possible).

Anyhow, what was the point here? Oh, yeah, when there was snow in the forecast, the old broad would say things like, “all the women are gonna be happy tonight. We’re supposed to get eight inches.” Arh. Well, maybe that doesn’t seem too hilarious right now, but it was pretty funny coming from what I thought was an old lady, back when I was 27.

It was an interesting ride home for a lot of folks yesterday (not me, as I saw the news and opted for a different route home). Somebody decided it would be funny to duct tape a “suitcase-sized package” to a guardrail on the median of a highway. One report I read said a “military-style” package, so I’m thinking a good-sized ammo can or something. Anyhow, while the odds of a terrorist attack on a highway up here in the Great White North aren’t real high, what are they gonna do? Everything was shut down for hours as they got the bomb squad out there and x-rayed the thing, and found that it was apparently a prank. They aren’t saying what was inside, but they say it was “inert.”

Well, time to steal another half-cup of coffee and then maybe get out there and see what shape the driveway is in.

Is it Friday yet?