Made it through the week clean as a whistle. And yes, just one more day until the weekend. In the meantime, take a few minutes to read my cyberchatter. It's a day of trials and tribulations, and I'm not just jawing about the Olympics. I'll try to be fast and furious, but I'm a bit slow and content today, so hang on. Or hang out. You can return to your regularly scheduled life after a few hundred words.
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the ball:: No, no Mr. Irabu, you misunderstood. You don't have to drink beer because you were a major leaguer, no, even though you were a pitcher. The song ends "..on the wall," and you only made it to 20 mugs, anyway. 'Tis true:: Former Yankee Hideki Irabu assaulted a bartender, and admitted doing so after having too many brewskis. Hall of shame for you, sir. How can anyone drink 20 mugs of beer without croaking, anyway?
Ken and Skipper, for the defense:: The dollhouse, I mean, courthouse (and federal, at that), is abuzz with the Barbie vs. The Bratz trial. The jury already ruled that MGA, owner of the the new kids on the block, Yasmin, Cloe, Jade and Sasha, are simpling spoiling Barbie's chances of being prom queen for the 50th year in a row. Wait, that's not it -- the jury found that Bratz dolls designer Carter Bryant came up with the idea for the dolls with permanent pouts when he worked at Mattel, otherwise known as The House Of Barbie. The jury's still out on how much -- if any -- damages will be awarded. Will a couple of billion satisfy Barbie's longing for new clothes?
Tracking more Barbie news:: A grandpa in North Carolina hooked the state's largest catfish with his granddaughter's Barbie fishing rod. The snazzy pink pole made history. Take that, Bratz. Hope the jury isn't influenced by my comments.
Railing against the Olympics, part 2:: Okay, International Olympic Committee weenies. America lost at softball to the Japanese. No gold medal to polish this last time. Want to reconsider the sport that only Americans love? Here's someone who agrees.
Election engineering:: I roll my eyes. I sigh. Once again, the Democrats are trying to lose the election. McCain has now cut into Obama's lead. As a Hillary Clinton supporter, I saw this coming. Really. Democrat that I am, we seem to dwell in The Department of Duh. What's McCain's message now? Well, it was excellent when Clinton used it, so McCain has swiped it. And he's surging. Hillary's "Who do you want to answer the phone at 3 a.m. at The White House?" approach has been smartly snatched by The Republicans. Earth to The Democratic Party:: Clinton has just about as many votes as Obama. What part of "we like her, we really like her," do you not understand? Alas, we'll see how I feel tomorrow, if Sen. Obama announces his VP pick as promised.
In whetting your whistle news:: My neighbor Julia pointed out a horrifying factoid -- Fiber One health bars -- which I've eaten and liked, contain need-to-investigate ingredients. Check it out here. "Confectioners shellac?" Shellac? Bad enough that "confectioners" is missing an apostrophe. But even worse, "ethanol" pops out on the list. In fairness to the product, I'll check out the competition. Still, "shellac?" I'm back to Twinkies and Ding-Dongs, pronto.
Quote O' The Day:: "We turn older not with years, but newer every day." ~Emily Dickinson
I hope she's right. Since I'll be a newer version tomorrow, I'm green lighting Friday's goal.
That's all she wrote. Today. Until later...
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