A Rambling Entry That Touches on Some of the Newsworthy Items of Recent Days*

so i was watching cnn last evening. that's always a fun thing to do. particularly when anderson cooper gets on there and starts over reporting and getting all kinds of dramatic in his one-size-too-small black t-shirt and looking so, i don't know, anderson cooperish. here's to hoping someone pops him inna mouf some day. whatta tough guy. and lookit at his gun show. careful man, with those guns, ya might hurt someone.

well any way, i was watching cnn and they were talking about the republican convention and how this hurricane gustav might affect it. here is the little tag line they had underneath all the talking heads: "bad timing for a convetion." yeah, you read that right.; the republicans saw there was going to be a hurricane in the gulf coast so they collectively said "ooh, lets hurry up and do our convention this week!" an aside, or digression, your choice: can i punch anderson cooper inna mouf? it would make me feel better. really it would. i think the tagline should of been "bad timing for a hurricane." which does beg another question, sort of, but i'm going to ask it any way mainly because i'm sure at least 85 percent of americans are asking the same question: you want to live in new orleans? really? me, not so much.


now, as for sara palin: hotty. or to misquote owen meany, "your mom is cuter than all the other moms." how do i feel about her on the ticket? its ballsy. i feel better with someone who doesn't have much (okay, any) national experience as the vp, as opposed to the presidential end. you know, i think if the democratic ticket was flip-flopped i might be more likely to vote for biden/obama (maybe) as opposed to an obama/biden ticket (pigs might fly and hell may freeze over...) she's got that librarian look that seems to be all the rage right now. seriously, though, i don't know enough about her to decide if i should be please, or fearful of the choice.


so, i'm going to rib fest this afternoon in downtown indy. it is overpriced and the ribs tend to be a bit dry, but the rev peyton' big damn band is playing and i lurve the rev peyton's big damn band . this is my first real day off in a while. i've kind of been bouncing off the wall since yesterday in anticipation. it feels good.

*sings along with the rev peyton cd* wejustgettinba lord, wejustgettinba! wejustgettinba, lord! wejustgettinba, lord!



*borrowed from my diary at opendiary. somewhat expanded, though

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If there is one thing that really makes Emma, my little white cat, metaphysically scrath her head, it is this: watering plants. She's a smart cat, really, almost too smart for her own good. Sometimes, if I watch her close I can almost see her little feline wheels a-turnin as she figures and postulates a new problem. She has yet to crack the whole watering-the-plants-thing. She just doesn't get it. She usually has the look of "hey, I can drink that!" as I pour a half-comsume bottle of water into the plant on my desk. Its a green, leafy thing. I think I've heard it referred to a "wandering Jew," I don't know if that's the proper term, but I guess that'll do for a name. Anyhow, I just watered the said Wandering Jew plant and Emma, who was reclining quietly on my desk, promptly walked (with purpose) over to the plant and watched as all the water slowly soaked into the potting soil. All the while her ears perked and her eyes wide. She looked at me and gave me a look that said "why did you waste that water?" I don't deprive her of water, really I don't.

I had sent a resume and application to Moline, IL, for a librarian position I saw listed on lisjobs a few weeks back. I got a letter in the mail today, its the typical "thanks, but no thanks letter" I've been getting lately. Its okay. I'll be a bookpimp for a while longer.

Speaking of jobs, I went to a cattle call job fair yesterday. Mainly just to see what one was like. I stayed for about a half an hour. Mainly, the exhibitors were "colleges" that had training programs for various jobs. I will say this, though, my idea of "dressing for success" and some of the other folks idea of same are two entirely different things.

Sport talk

It's another quite night at the circulation desk in the law library. Its Friday night, what do you expect? There are a few baby lawyers about, but they pretty much keep to themselves. There mustn't be any tests on the near horizon because none of the baby lawyers have that drawn out, thousand yard, i've-been-studying-torts-too-long look.

I haven't been able to get to a tv all night, so I wasn't able to watch the hardwood battle between Butler University and Florida State, but I logged onto espn.com and was able to keep track of the game. Sadly, Butler lost 65-57. The computer updated itself every 30 seconds, so I was able to see the changing score. It appeared that one of two thing happened: 1. Butler fell asleep in the last three minutes or, 2. Florida really turned it on. I have a feeling it was more the latter as opposed to the former. Either way, all the Indiana teams (Hoosiers, Nortre Dame, Purdue, and lil ol Butler).

So who to root for now? I'm tired of hearing about Greg Oden, das basketball-wunderkind, and Florida, well, they beat the last Indiana team, so seeing how Indiana is my newest adoptive home, I can't very well root for Florida-- besides they won last year.

I am going to root for Memphis State, this I know. The reason being one my friends/former co-worker (who takes me with him to IU basketball games) is a graduate of Memphis. So, I feel I should root for them. I don't know much about the team, but I'll root for them.

This is actually the first year I have ever really paid that much attention to the NCAA basketball tourney. Last weekend I watched as many games as I could and I found myself yelling at the tv. I really got into it. It was tremendously fun.

I have never been able to play basketball. It has something to do with the fact that I can neither dribble the ball nor run at the same time. I also have a hard time getting the big rubber ball into the round, orange hoop. I'm just not that athletic. (To be perfectly honest: I can't play baseball, football or volleyball, either).

I do enjoy watching sports, though. Well, most sports. Golf and tennis I can't abide. And the "sport" of NASCAR... I'm sorry. I just won't go there, though I've tried. I have in the past forced myself to watch the Daytona 500 or one of those inane round and round they go races.

Speaking of sports: there was an interesting Op-Ed in the New York Times today (why, yes, I do read the NYT daily). In case you didn't know this the Cricket World Championships are being held in Jamaica right now. This is a big deal. Supposedly, that 3/4s of the world that used to be British Colonies are rabid for the sport. I guess it is a big deal, because there was tragedy recently. The Pakistani cricket coach was found murdered in his hotel room after a loss.

It seems that, according the Od-Ed writer, we Americans are a crass bunch that don't understand the finer things in life like, well, cricket, and baseball is for the ignorant. Ever try an explain baseball to a Brit? Its easier to herd cats.

All I know about cricket is that 1. it is a small insect that makes a lot of noise in the summer, and 2. there is a group of Indian students here on campus that play cricket on Friday afternoons. Oh, and the "field" that cricket is played on is a "pitch," and they use a flat bat to whack the ball and that the game can go on for not hours, but days. Let me say that again: games can go on for
days.

So, now that Butler has been eliminated I shall wait expectantly for the start of that most barbaric of games: baseball to commence. My Mets take on the St. Louis Cardinals on April 1st in St. Louis. It will be on the boob-tube on ESPN2. Sign me up, I'm there.