10.28.2005
10.27.2005
And it is upon us
My barbecue is covered and in the winter place of barbecues. Newly raked of its first fall dropping, the yard, in the dark, looks better than it has in months.
I watch an airplane over the sound on the Harbor Visual cruising north, then moving east, lights piercing the moist thick air; then it disappears, and I can just hear as it makes its way over the sights of Seattle in a wet fall approach to SeaTac.
I miss summer already. It feels like a love that didn't work out. I think of it, and I want it back, and I know it's moved on to someone else. It will be a long time 'til it comes to me again. Bitch. But I'll beg her to come back.
>ouch< mmm iccckkk scareycrap ick
The apparent suicide of a woman found hanging from a tree went unreported for hours because passers-by thought the body was a Halloween decoration, authorities said.
The 42-year-old woman used rope to hang herself across the street from some homes on a moderately busy road late Tuesday or early Wednesday, state police said.
The body, suspended about 15 feet above the ground, could be easily seen from passing vehicles.
State police spokesman Cpl. Jeff Oldham and neighbors said people noticed the body at breakfast time Wednesday but dismissed it as a holiday prank. Authorities were called to the scene more than three hours later.
"They thought it was a Halloween decoration," Fay Glanden, wife of Mayor William Glanden, told The (Wilmington) News Journal.
"It looked like something somebody would have rigged up," she said.
10.26.2005
I love parlor tricks
2. Key in the first three digits of your phone number (not the area code)
3. Multiply by 80
4. Add 1
5. Multiply by 250
6. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number
7. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number again
8. Subtract 250
9. Divide number by 2
Dig that.
Smart posting
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10.25.2005
10.24.2005
No Time for a Victory Lap
It is, however, very bad news. Everyone needs to start looking at this as Bad News. This is the darkest taint to what should be - in the corniest of flag-waving semiotics - a shining beacon of democracy and righteousness for the world. We may not have liked the emplacement of this president, but one must rise above it and wish him well. Wish him far better than we think him capable of.
Sadly, worse than my darkest imaginings of this fraternity has come true. And I say this before the indictments are even handed down.
But the joy, the sheer giddy pleasure, that many of the hardcore liberal advocates are taking in the self-immolation of the administration is misplaced. Where's the decorum? Where's the concern for the country, our people, our standing in the world? I know it's there, but it's being shown as this ecstatic, sophomoric display of 'Burn you bastards! My champagne is on ice!'
I've been guilty of it - it's hard not to partake. In the last few weeks it's like in a horror movie when you've been telling everyone, "Don't you see?! They're all aliens! They're going to eat your children!" But no one sees. And they keep driving around with Bush/Cheney stickers proudly displayed. And then suddenly... the event happens that unmasks the monsters for what they are. It's only human to pump your fist in triumph.
But glee isn't the right tone right now. Okay, maybe a little. But we all need to be really concerned about getting the train back on the tracks. Because it's getting pretty bogged down out in the prairie right now. And it's a long push to get it back.