Some days, when walking from the car into the grocery store, I worry about whether or not one of the idiots who seem to feel compelled to drive 40 mph through the parking lot will run me over. Other days, I all but dare them to hit me. “Go ahead, ya bastid. Hit me. But you better kill me, or I’ll pull your ass out of your car and tickle you ’til you can’t breathe.” Yesterday was one of the latter days, as I found myself in a bit of a foul mood – in spite of the rather exquisite weather we’ve been having. Alas, nobody took me up on my dare.
Is anybody else tired of the whole health care reform bullshit? Oh, we’re gonna pass it. Oh, there’s one last chance for a public option. Oh, if Obama supports it, it could pass. Oh, Paul Krugman says reform will reduce the deficit and isn’t a government takeover (no offense, Paul, but anybody with half a brain that’s been paying attention already knows that, and the Republicans and teabaggers really don’t care what liberal elitist smartypantses like you say). Whatever. Just shut up and do it, if you’re gonna do it. Or shut up and don’t do it. Either way, just shut up.
Speaking of HCR, Harry Reid has written Mitch McConnell a stern letter about reform and the reconciliation process. Nice letter. I think ol’ ferret face will be almost as moved as I was by it, immediately see the error of his ways, and offer to engage in a good old fashioned tickle fight with Democrats (all in good fun, of course). Hopefully somebody will tickle Joe Lieberman with a brick. Look, Harry, again. Just STFU and do it, if you’re gonna do it.
Oh well, time to get ready for you-know-what. Hopefully today will be a better day than yesterday, as we head in to a 47 hour weekend. This, of course, is the weekend where we all realize just how many goddamn clocks we have. My car alone has two in it (three, if I have the GPS in it – but that one changes itself). It typically takes me about 11 months to figure out how to change the clock on the car stereo (I just can’t bring myself to RTFM). At least I’ll have a lot of free time this weekend, now that I won’t be needing to watch any college basketball.
Have fun.
Because the NYC school system is such a forward looking organization, they changed all the clocks to DST, yesterday. Unfortunately, they insisted that we remain on EST so the day ended at 4 not 3.
One of the funniest things I ever read was the 90+ page cease and desist order LZ got to suppress this parody.
I bet Gilligan and Jonas Grumby had some pretty awesome tickle fights.
I hope it’s a rainy summer this year down in NYC.
re: 4
This is always their game. Everyone swears the sky is falling, and after some pol bravely fights for “us” the roof merely caves in and everyone is grateful.
I honor of DST, I decided to start drinking an hour earlier. :40: