Tough day in Congress yesterday over the BP oil hole. Not for BP CEO Tony Hayward, whose day wasn’t great, but he sat there and took it like a man (well, not so much a man as pasty-faced little corporate shill, but whattya gonna do? I mean, the man already postponed his summer vacation – what else do you want out of him). But it turned out to be a really bad day for meathead Republican Joe “Shakedown” Barton, who was forced to apologize for apologizing to BP, lest he lose his position as Ranking Member on the House Energy and Commerce Committee.
Barton rescinded his apology (so, does that mean he wasn’t really sorry? Or is it that he’s just a callous, lying, loudmouthed blowhard), and is reportedly on a very tight leash. In addition to the leash, I’d advise a muzzle. No word on whether Michele Bachmann will be getting fitted for a muzzle as well (though I get the feeling she’d prefer a studded collar).
After several short weeks, I’ve actually made it through a five-day one (assuming I make it through today, which isn’t exactly a gimmee).
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I may have to go find some salmon. My favorite Alaskan salmon didn’t seem to make it down here this season but this year I did enjoy some of the best soft shells.
you lucked out Trav, nice gaffing hatch to work out of,looks like it even has a roof.
It’s not a bad setup. The gills on the Chinooks are a pain to take out
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I’m watching carefully for Cheney or any of his evil spawn, Vern. If I saw him I would have a very difficult time NOT telling him what mean, stupid, greedy SOB he is. But, as he is a mean, stupid, greedy SOB, I’m sure I’d be wise to keep my mouth shut.
We went fossil digging, this morning. Drove up a narrow, steep, VERY rutted road to a quarry atop one of Wyoming’s beautiful mountains and spent a couple of hours splitting rocks and finding little fish fossils and some really nice rocks. We had a great time.
Tomorrow we will turn east but not on route 80 again. We’ve decided on a southern path back. But, we have to make sure we avoid Arizona.
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I’m seeing some high fructose corn syrup on board that vessel, Capt’n Trav. :no:
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“The gills on the Chinooks are a pain to take out”
heh! ya the first coupla hundred are a little difficult after that ya get the knack of keeping your knife tip razor sharp and knowing where to cut, grab and twist. get the skipper to show you the tricks. personally i used tuna puller gloves with the fingertips cut off to keep the tooth cuts down so i had less of a prob with ‘salmon poisoning’. get him to hip you to that too.
I :love: travels with the blog!
I guess I should give a short accounting of Maron in they Bay Area this week although I feel guilty about him never getting to Syracuse. To the point that last week I was trying to figure out a venue he might be able to play.
Maron in Marin played a free outdoor standup event in Mill Valley at 6:30. A public event attended by people of all ages and persuasions (well, mostly white) Marc managed not to swear but he did address topics like depression and suicide and computer porn and masturbation, his usual fare. All the while he was surrounded by kids. I admired his spunk. One of the highlights was when he started on his riff about the Chinese, when he asked what we really know about them a young redheaded girl shouted out “potstickers!”. The host, TV personality/comic Mark Pitta really wanted a picture of Marc performing outdoors in the broad daylight with the yellow happy face balloons that surrounded the scene but I am not sure if he ever got one.
Tonight I saw Marc at a club doing a theme show Greg Behrendt’s Bring the Rock put together by Greg Behrendt (who had also done an admirable job of potty mouth control in MV). Maron performed a Grateful Dead song playing a telecaster that it seems he has had for a long time. There were also themes that all related back to a NYE show I went to at the same venue in a previous incarnation in 1983 including quitting smoking, drunkenness, mushrooms, demons and Prince. My evening began with this which was directly responsible for the ensuing 12 hours of insanity.
I wasn’t really planning to go back tomorrow until Marc told me he would play a Velvet Underground song and had a few different stories to tell. I hope he remembers.