It was a dull day, at least for everything outside of the house. Inside of the house we were dealing with my wife’s colonoscopy. Which means that I’ve been up since 5:30 and I still can’t find anything to write about. I’m sorry, folks. Normally something’s happened that’s interesting. Maybe I’ll just convert a bunch of old GURPS/In Nomine stuff to PDF. That’s something at least, right?
Moe Lane
PS: Yeah, go ahead and open thread that. Not that you wouldn’t, anyway. I know you folks, you see.
Fear me.
…Yes, I’m bored. It was a slow day if you didn’t feel like talking about just how tawdry the Clintons are – and how this last batch of stuff about her has revealed that her support is a mile wide, and an inch deep. I think that maybe we should just declare a mulligan and all agree to not start the Presidential election cycle until July. No, better yet: August. Nothing ever happens in August.
Nothing going on. Or at least nothing that interesting. And I fully expect that my Twitter feed will become useless with all the Oscar stuff. So, I dunno. Shuffleboard?
Moe Lane
It’s gonna be a sloooooooow week for politics, God willing.
:pause:
So, what video games are all y’all looking forward to? I don’t know, I’m trying to put off doing the dishes.
It’s either the political equivalent of the Sargasso Sea right now, or I’m in the political equivalent of a sensory deprivation tank. Or maybe I’m just too used to the frenetic campaign pace that was going on since that damned Ames Straw Poll thing. It’s so bad, in fact, that I almost wrote five hundred words about my substandard Cheesecake Factory experience this evening*. It’s been so bad that I actually went to bed before midnight last night. Shocked the hell out of my wife, that did.
Quick, somebody do somet… no, wait, the last time I suggested that was just before the 2000 elections. Never. Bloody. Mind. I’m good. Really.
Moe Lane
*They forgot my coffee and their chicken samosas were uninspiring. Add another 490 words of querulous blather and you’re ready to go.
