I am back from my trip, and I had a great time. I spent five days in the suburbs of Philly with some great people, lounging by the pool and drinking scotch til the wee hours of the morning. Trip highlights included a concert, a night of fireworks at the country club, a boisterous game of Trivial Pursuit, and finding out that I have a cinder block for a right foot when I drive a 2002 Mercedes (I routinely found myself doing 95 on the highway- but in my defense, 95 in a Mercedes feels like 50 in my old Chevy Celebrity). I also got a pedicure (my father had one in NY three weeks ago and said it made his feet feel 20 years younger). It was wonderful, and it restored much of the damage that my lacrosse cleats and my combat boots had inflicted on my poor feet. A great time, indeed.
Archives for July 2002
No posting until Sunday, as
No posting until Sunday, as I will be out of town. Try the links to the left. Speaking of left, Matt Yglesias, one of my favorite Dems, has been posting with almost Blogfather like determination. Make sure you read the comments, as he has cultivated a coterie of lefty-liberals who say bizarre things every now and then.
Bizarre Office Injuries
As I type this, I have an aching butt. Today, I had the most bizarre office injury I have ever had. I moved into a new office, and I have a brand new leather chair– really nice- the whole room smells like the leather, and I love it. At any rate, I also got one of those plastic floor thingies for the chair to sit on. You know what I am talking about- it is there for ease of rolling and to protect the carpet.
I was typing away, when I thought I had to go do something. I stood up, then realized I was an hour early, and I went to sit back down. This is when tragedy stuck.
Apparently (actually there is no apparently about it), I misjudged where I should plant my copious ass and where my brand new chair was. Needless to say, I missed the chair, and just managed to plant my butt on the very edge of the seat of the chair. I sat down rapidly enough that the momentum created enough force to rocket my new chair (aided by the new chair mat) backwards at light speed. I continued downward, narrowly missing my chin on the desk, throwing hot coffee all over my newly painted office. My ass hit the hard mat with massive force.
I could have died, and the only thing I thought was “Thank God everyone else is at lunch.”
In short, my butt hurts, and tomorrow I have to be in a car for hours. Down pillow, anyone?
I read this blog just
I read this blog just once- a moment ago- and it goes in permalinks. Welcome Will Wagner and Babel Log.
Declining Stock Market Have You
Declining Stock Market Have You Down?
Try the huggable investment. Go to I Love Alpacas.
I just saw this on television- and I think they were serious. Actually, I am frightened they are serious.
Who woulda Thunk It? Our
Who woulda Thunk It?
Our biggest threat to free speech is not the government, but whacko leftist feminists and trial lawyers. At least that is what Eugene Volokh is saying, albeit more politely (via the Blogfather).
New links: The Safety Valve
New links:
The Safety Valve
The Politburo (someone I have read on and off and have in my browser bookmarks but had forgotten to add to my permalinks)
Tone Cluster
The Blogs of War
Glenn Frazier
Read ’em, bookmark ’em, and you will be better for it.
Also, Sgt. Stryker is now renamed Beers Across America, and I have fixed my Cold Fury link. Sorry for any problems.