Here’s what I don’t understand about the health care debate. I don’t understand the expressed claims of conservatives that this law was passed quickly, with practically no debate or study of its effects on either our economy, our national debt or health care costs. If this really surprised them, then I have to wonder where they’ve been for the past forty years as this issue was being debated from every possible angle. I further have to wonder if conservatives aren’t getting just a little bit forgetful since the part of the bill they seem to find most objectionable, the individual
I’d like to announce
As of today, I am effectively retroactively retiring from my youth. Any youthful indiscretions, misdemeanors or felonies I may have committed are no longer my responsibility.
Thank you. Have a great reality.
The perfect way to spend a gray, cold Sunday afternoon
Laying out on my couch, Sunday paper in hand, blanket thrown over me, two dogs curled up at my side providing extra warmth… or trying to steal some of the blanket’s warmth, perhaps… and two parrots and a cockatoo softly cooing in contentment in their cages as we all just veg out for a few hours. If only I’d been able to complete the Times crossword puzzle in one sitting it would have been perfect. But I must confess I had to put it down and go back to it in the evening to finally get it done.
All I want to do is cry or drink
My computer went tits up last week due to a worm or some such thing. Over twenty years of using a Mac and it’s the first time this has happened. The people at the Mac store on Old Seward were, as always, wonderful. Unfortunately, they couldn’t kill the worm or eliminate it. That meant they had to remove all my software, reinstall my hardware and then send me home to recreate my info and re-install my software. Given that I was using Microsoft Office for 2004, you can understand that I could even find the disks. So I’ve spent the
My fellow author… and I’m darned proud
Mafia hit man Crazy Phil Leonetti has written a book about the Philadelphia mob. He was from my old neighborhood in Atlantic City. We both went to St. Michael’s grade school in the small Italian neighborhood we called home, though he was there a few years later than I was. I guess if your dream when you grew up was to be a mobster, the sisters at St. Michael’s were still determined that you’d be a literate one capable of forming written sentences. It’s all so heartwarming. My fellow author and St. Mike’s alumnus – truly I travel in heady
Real Alaska reality shows
OK, so reality TV is in the midst of a love affair with Alaska. Whatever bizarre idea they have for a show apparently sounds better to them if the address is sexy, and this year Alaska is sexy.
But I say if you’re coming to Alaska to shoot a reality show, then how about shooting honest Alaska reality? You can go to Anyplace USA and find people who want to fight each other. That’s not terribly Alaskan… though we do it very, very well. No, what we need are reality shows that highlight what everyday Alaskans face in their everyday
French
I realized the other day that the only thing I remember from high school French class is the first five words of the French National Anthem. Why?
You know it’s a cold summer…
…when i’m making chicken soup for the second time in July and it’s only July 9.