So, seems we dropped a boatload of Tomahawk missiles on Libya over the weekend. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 100. At something like $569,000 each (in 1999 Fiscal Year dollars), that’s a lot of money. Fortunately, we have a lot of money to throw around these days, and even if we didn’t I’m sure there are plenty of multimillionaires who would be happy to chip in a few bucks more in taxes to pay for such a noble cause.

On the news, they’re talking about “taking out” radar sites, tanks, and communications centers. No mention about the humans sitting in the tanks, tracking the radar, and manning the communications centers. Humans with wives, kids, parents…. But they’re bad humans, so they don’t really count. Not nearly as much as 15 people taking a bus home from a casino, that’s for sure.

Beautiful day yesterday. Not real warm, but sunny. And I managed to get some stuff done outside, though it’s still a little sloppy out there to do a whole lot. And boy, is there a lot to do. Of course, the weather turned to shit last night, and the forecast is for it to turn even shittier today, before things get better this afternoon and tomorrow, before turning to shit again for the rest of the week. Good thing I have to go to work.

Except, I don’t really have to go to work. Instead, I get to go to three days of training, which is way better than work and may turn out to be that most rare of work-related things: both interesting and useful. Either way, it beats working.

Congratulations to my old high school on its fourth NY State hoops championship in a row. I only wish a some other teams around here would play as well. Next up, the “federation” tournament, which is when they let the Catholic (aka, NY City) schools play. That one’s a bit more difficult.

Well, I think I just heard the coffee beeping to tell me its ready, so I guess I better go get some more. It doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Have you ever seen these “instant energy” commercials for some crap that’s basically a shot of caffeine in a little bottle? They talk about coffee being such a “hassle.”

Hassle? Hell, it’s the best part of my day.