Not too bad. Another post only a couple of months separated from the last.

It's kind of funny. Sitting here this morning facing down a pile of bureaucratic bullshit, it occurred to me I need to bang out a blog post.

So I'm going to celebrate my 21st anniversary sitting in a window looking down 8 floors to the intersection where my legs worked for the very last time. Hmmm. Strange? Kind of. Coincidental? Most definitely! Maybe I'll take the day off. Most wise.

Beth has settled down, and does not seem to be so quick to lash out with tales of terminal cancer or bleak despondence. I'm not entirely sure that she will ever go back to work. Damn, that'd be nice. I know if she sticks around the house long enough, most of her stuff will get cleared out of the living room.

Politics. The noise machine is totally committed to wringing out any dirt they can on Obama. The best example is the media's blind fascination with the Rev. Wright, and how because he was the pastor in Obama's church, he is a reflection of Obama's core beliefs. What a stupid crock of shit. This whole thing is a stupid crock of shit. The Dems are going to kill each other and with it any chance of winning back the executive branch of government. Maybe the D's think they can get away with beating each other on the head because the race against McLame will be a cakewalk. I hope not, as there are many ways that this race can be stolen to allow yet another lame piece-of-shit Republican to be president.

I'll come up with some more tales from the past next post. Maybe even some politics.

Peace.