I spent part of last Saturday watching two ravens flying in crazy circles, dipping and diving, looping and swooping. And it was all I could do to keep from trying to flap my arms and join them. Sadly, despite the amount of lift I can now get from the loose skin that flaps on my upper arms, I still couldn’t quite take flight.
So I have now renewed my determination to sky jump at least once in my lifetime so I can feel what flying must be like.
Talk about much ado about nothing
So having waited over three years for the Palin e-mails, I can only say they seem to be as much of a let down as the second Matrix movie was. Maybe too much anticipation is not a good thing. But after hearing what is in what was released… and no, I didn’t read them… I have a life… anyway, after seeing what was released I can only assume all the good stuff was redacted. What an anticlimax to the whole stupid Palin brouhaha.
I feel obligated to once again remind everyone….
… that there are three wars going on, the economy is still in the toilet and our national debt will have our kids working for the Chinese in less than a generation. So can we please get past Mr. Wiener’s penis pictures. Male members of Congress on both sides of the aisle have proven time and time again that they are pigs, cheaters and scummy sex bags. This is neither new nor shocking news. We need to get over our prurient interest in the size and shape of their genitals if we are going to keep electing them to lead
Raise your hand
Raise your hand if you are going to pour yourself another cup of coffee, put the paper down and pick up instead that $1000 box of printed e-mails that the state of Alaska apparently does not have the technical expertise to run online. OK, everyone with their hand up, I want you to ask yourself this. Isn’t life a tad too short to waste any of it reading those e-mails? Are you really that pathetic and starving for any form of human communication? For god’s sake, go to an Internet porn site if you need to connect with something. It
I was recently asked the question…
I was recently asked who I thought was worse – Sarah Palin or Representative Anthony Wiener. And I thought to myself, one of them is a man laboring under the misconception that all a woman needs to see is the size of his penis to be so wildly impressed that she will fall madly in love/lust with him. One of them is a man that thought taking pictures of his penis, because it is that special, and sending it around the Internet was a good idea because who wouldn’t be impressed with his manly staff. One of them, in other
It occurs to me
It occurs to me that women will never truly be able to claim equality until at least one of us has been thrown out of office for sending a picture of our genitals to someone. Then we will know we have truly arrived.
Palin the darling of the lame stream media
First Sarah Palin makes the term “lame stream media” her own, then she goes and proves they really are. And the lame stream media is right there helping her by acting like a bunch of buffoons. Like summer movies, the coverage being provided of Palin’s summer vacation is vacuous and forgettable – it is, as the Bard would say, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Sarah Palin has truly become a puppet master. She pulls the strings and the media reacts. She goes on some inane bus tour in which she stops every so often to give twenty or
Only an Alaskan would understand
At APTI’s summer music party last weekend, the clouds and wind were out in full force, enough to blow a tent over until it was tethered to a beer keg. But this is Alaska and we define good summer weather differently than most. As I served soda and water to our guests, people would comment what great weather we had for the party and how lucky we were. In Alaska speak that means it was above forty degrees, it was not raining and swarms of mosquitoes were not making life a living hell for all living things. I guess you
What it takes to clean the refrigerator
Have your refrigerator die overnight, leading to the need to empty it out and call a repairman to fix it. Suddenly you realize just how grungy it is without food in it. And you further realize that a stranger will be looking into it.
I cleaned that mother for an hour so the repairman would not think the less of me.
Some of Bird TLC’s baby ducks

Summer at Bird TLC means lots and lots and lots of orphaned baby birds to care for. These are from one of the first groups of babies that came in. They’ve just finished splashing happily in their water box and are now huddled together to dry off and take a nap.