Month: December 2006
Why Hussein Died
Posted on December 31, 2006 in Justice Occupation of Iraq
This trial should have been conducted in The Hague or in Belgium where jurisprudence is the order of the day and far reaching justice the expectation
Insert a Trite Metaphor for a Corral #12
Posted on December 31, 2006 in Daily Life
- Happy New Year Arbitrary Orbital Marker!
- Mosque plans trigger neighbor’s pig races – The organizer should have entered himself
- Colorado Resident Starts Selling Snow On eBay… – I’m jealous. I can’t sell California sunshine
- New Year’s Advice To Rescue The Bush Presidency
- Deadliest year for reporters since 1994
Insert A Trite Metaphor for A Corral #11
Posted on December 30, 2006 in Roundup
A death is not an opportunity for a carnival.
Insert A Trite Metaphor for a Corral #10
Posted on December 29, 2006 in Roundup
Saddam Hussein may be dead
Friday Anteater Blogging — A Beebee
Posted on December 29, 2006 in Xenartha
Happy New Year!
Obtained from A Line Reptiles.
Just how does one keep a pet anteater alive if there are no ants to be had?
Who needs cat or squid blogging when anteaters combine the best qualities of both?
Awaiting the Magical-Mystery Angel of Death
Posted on December 29, 2006 in Occupation of Iraq
I shall not be one to mock these words, merely one to mark them in their sorrow and their reflectiveness.
Insert A Trite Metaphor for a Corral #9
Posted on December 28, 2006 in Roundup
The net is flooded by the death of Gerald R. Ford
Lost Keys
Posted on December 27, 2006 in Agitation Routine
More needless trivia from my life.
The most ludricous part was that we found them lying on the floor next to the door to the office. For ten days, we’d tramped back and forth, overturning furniture, unpiling and repiling books, meticulously looking through the contents of garbage cans. And they turned up in plain sight, like a black chrysanthemum crushed on the floor.
You lose your keys and you lose your life. In my case this meant a few discount clubs, the keys to my truck, my house, my mailbox, and my locker at the gym. I kept forcing myself to think of places where they might have been dropped. I went to restaurants, grocery stores, and bookstores searching for my lost jingles. My OCD flared up as I repeatedly shook out the pockets of my coat, checked the hook where I hung them. What had become of them? How could them disappear so seamlessly from the face of the planet?
“They’ll turn up in a place that you hadn’t thought to look before,” I told myself. So they did.
Insert a Trite Metaphor for a Corral #8
Posted on December 27, 2006 in Roundup
I’ll only mention Gerald Ford in passing lest I trip over my tongue in doing so.
The Present
Posted on December 26, 2006 in Festivals
Christmas is a desolation in which people are forced to families and friends and those without family or friends are forced to their own company. I went to see my 98-year old aunt and read the Nativity account to her. She lay on her side, watching me as I turned the strong, thin pages of a pocket-sized New Testament. Outside her room, nurses rushed about and family members wheeled patients to the small sunny area at the entrance to the convalescent home.
On my way home, I sighted a lone wheel-chair bound woman sitting next to a El Pollo Loco along Chapman. She hung her head, lightly braised herself in the sun. How had she come there? Was she an escapee from another rest and care home or was she abandoned? I left her behind, a Christmas present that I did not know what to do with.
Home reunited me with Lynn — who had gone to see her grandmother — and gave me a headache.
TechnoBaal?
Posted on December 26, 2006 in Morals & Ethics Pontiff Watch
It is important to remember that there are faces peering at the other end of the fiber optic cables.
Insert A Trite Metaphor for a Corral #7
Posted on December 26, 2006 in Roundup
Yes, still no sign of the main-travelled roads of blogdom.
