Am I the only one thinking the political landscape in this state is going to be very bland and boring for the next little while – at least until the gubernatorial campaign starts up for real. Meanwhile, what are the chances we can get Sean Parnell to pose sexily in a pair of carhartts while pulling a giant salmon from a stream…wait, never mind. I just got an image in my brain of that and there is no way its sexy. I guess shewhoshallnotbenamed will remain our only sex kitten gov.
A tour of Anchorage
It occurs to me that I’ve learned more about how to get around Anchorage during construction season than I ever had before. Detours at every other corner keep me headed into strange neighborhoods and areas that I might otherwise have never explored.
So I guess the inconvenience of construction has its up side.
Another great day of dog ownership
Blue is standing next to Abdul’s bird cage with her head underneath, trying to find any morsels Abdul might have dropped that she can eat. Chewed up pieces of carrots, torn apart broccoli heads, the bare cob that had once held kernels of corn. Whatever. I call her to the kitchen for her insulin shot since she’s just finished breakfast… the bird cage bottom is apparently her idea of dessert. She trots obediently over to me (probably only because she knows I have a treat for her if she’s good about the shot). Her head is strangely mottled. I look
And New Jersey comes roaring back
Just when we think we own the crown on corrupt and inept politicians, New Jersey proves once again why it is the once and future king. Even Chicago can’t compete with the kidney selling angle.
God I love my childhood state. It always proves it can go that one step further than most civilized societies will tolerate.
By the way, seeing what I can get for my kidney has finally relieved me of any worry over poverty in my old age. I carry my financial guarantee in my lower back where no sagging economy can affec its value. They’ll always
In the grand scheme of things…
Would anyone really care if I didn’t make my bed everyday? I mean, except for my mother who is probably in heaven watching my every move and taking notes…..
Nucular
I was writing to a friend the other day when it occurred to me that for eight years we had a president who thought his finger was on the nucular button. How scary is that? … even in retrospect.
Walter Cronkite was a real hero
It was one of those news stories I read with my mouth agape in total bewilderment at what we now worship in America. Steve McNair, a married football player, was killed by his girlfriend who thought he was cheating on her with another girlfriend. No mention of where his wife and two sons were when he was shot to death while he slept. Despite this, people came to his funeral service from far and near because of his fame on the football field. I stopped reading about this whole icky episode when the news turned to the fact that his
Why I love Harry Potter
Because I can read the books or go to the movies and disappear for hours into a wonderful world of magic that I thought had died when I put away my childhood fantasies.
Really, New York Magazine? Levi? Really?
Levi Johnston fills a whole page in the Intelligencer section of New York Magazine’s July 13 edition. Sigh…. I will leave it to you to make up all the jokes you want to about the appropriateness of the section in which he is highlighted.
A perfect rainy Sunday
I spent most of the afternoon in my office with my parrots listening on the computer to bird sounds, and parrot songs in particular. They are always highly amused… and somewhat scared when I play raptor sounds… by this. And I get to hang out with some of my best friends who don’t even care if I showered or not that day. Life is truly bliss.