Thursday, July 31, 2008


There's not a whole lot to report on around here. Junior grows like a weed, which is her job; the other two continue their fun at camp.

My problems of before remain as they were - more of the same, and precious little relief in site. A few things are cooking, but not to my satisfaction yet. The big issue now is morale, and finding a way to keep on an even keel. Some days are good, some are not.

Not much use, is it? Makes it perfect blogging material.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Monday, July 28, 2008


Took the day off, and I was poking around here & blogger has added a bloglist thingy that includes some info off the RSS feeds of some of the stuff I read. I'm going to try it for a bit & see if I like it.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008


and possibly too much vodka/tequila/you name it leads to this:

Chess boxers slug it out in the ring

I can only imagine that hockey chamber music or smash mouth watercolors are not far behind.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Soviet Jokes

Apparently a running theme was going on in one of the blogs over at National Review - old Commie jokes. I liked this one:

The express train is running from Warsaw to Legnica (site of a big Soviet Airforce Base in the communist years) when it suddenly jumps the tracks and runs off into the woods. After a while going through the woods, it returns to the tracks and somehow gets back on. The conductor goes up to the engineer and says, "What are you, nuts? Running off into the woods like that." The engineer replies, "There was a Russian general standing on the tracks." The conductor berates him, "Then why didn't you just run the #%$$^%$ over?" to which the engineer replies, "That's just it, he ran into the woods."

I sense a whole area of humor I need to get familiar with.

Dodged a bullet

The Odyssey, and its clunky transmission, are thankfully still under warranty. Three or four weeks later and we'd probably have been screwed. So they will call next week to set up an appointment to replace the whole shootin' match on their dime. Per the good Mr. Possum the replacement only has a 12,000 mile warranty, but the way Mrs. Skinny drives (in miles/year, not leadfoot) that'll last us two years.

By which point we may be looking for a replacement anyway, so it all works out. It made the $60 (!) I spent on a rental yesterday while they looked at it seem a bargain, though that's an awful lot for the Chevy Speck I rented. I'm still pleased at the results, either way.