I am in here.
Most of the new bloggers I see are trying to be ever-more-reactionary versions of Instapundit or some such place. I was going to write about that, but of course, VodkaPundit got there ahead of me, and did it so much better: Doctrinaire libertarianism boils down to: I want the world my way, I want it … Continue reading in a nutshell
Gail over at Crossing the Rubicon2 just posted this, and for some reason, it’s exactly what I needed to read at this time. I’m not sure why that’s so, but I’m going with the gut feeling, and posting it here too. Thanks, Gail! Box of Rain Look out of any window any morning, any evening, … Continue reading Box of words
I am off crutches! The doctor said that, while the fractures are still there, not healed, I can begin to walk on the foot. But, “No marathons,” he said. I am happy to comply with that last because I can’t run a marathon anyway. I can type real well, but obviously, that’s not regarded as … Continue reading O frabjous day!
It’s not necessity that’s the mother of invention — it’s desperation. And boredom, in a significant dose. Which brings me, in many connotations of that term, to Lookout Joe’s. It’s a busy morning, and I, the Gimp, have managed to coax out myself a seat on the Fluffy Green Couch. So now what do I … Continue reading the mother of…
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