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Friday, May 30, 2003
...still no Iraqi W.M.D.
And another thing.
I get a little irritated when I see these lawn signs that say "Liberate Iraq. Support our Troops.", or words to that
effect, as if the two are inextricably linked. It wasn't our troops who made the decision to "liberate" Iraq. While
I wholeheartedly support our troops, I equally wholeheartedly decry the foreign policy that put them into this position
in the first place.
Thinking of the Nigerian email scam brought to mind this site. Most of us complain about spam. Jonathan Land does something about it. He writes back. His Nigerian
email correspondence is especially hilarious.
I have a new email address. They
donít know about it yet. Itís a weird feeling.
Sometimes I check my email and thereís nothing there at all. And I begin to
wonder if itís working. I send email to myself just to be sure.
Iím guarding this address like a dog guards a bone. Still, I know theyíll find out about it eventually. One day Iíll let down my guard for just a brief moment and the floodgates
will open. But for now itís kind of peaceful.
Hmm, just checked my email. Nothing. Would someone please send me something
so I can see if this is working?
Here's a cool little game that will take you back to your Commodore VIC20/C64 days. You did have Commodore VIC20/C64 days,
didn't you? Just for the record, I'm terrible at it (high score in the 400s), but it's strangely addictive. Anyone remember
Speed Ski? Send me your high scores.
Another perfect weekend at the lake. Put the dock
in and made an unsettling discovery. Iím not getting any younger. Donít know why I hadnít noticed this before. Possibly sitting
in a tiny rowboat, clinging to 150+ pounds of dock hardware bearing down hard on your knees as gale-force
North winds threaten to take the boat to the channel, with or without you, and the wake of passing joyriders leaves you lurching
uncontrollably, has a clarifying effect on the mind. And this was the calmer day of the weekend. Sitting here now in my chair,
I think I can still feel the motion of the waves. And tomorrow I expect the muscles will be speaking up.
Nevertheless, it was a good weekend. Warm sun-splashed days in the springtime
woods, cool nights sitting around a blazing campfire. The crashing of mobile homes collapsing in the dark. What more could
The dated links above are to previous week's posts. Take a look if you haven't been following along.
And just for the record, all words and pictures, except as noted, are mine and mine alone. I take full responsibility
for them (unless, of course, legal action is threatened).
Willie, here, is both the mascot and the arbiter of good taste for this site... So, as you might
expect, people will be offended. My apologies.
"There's nary an animal alive that can outrun a greased Scotsman!"