There are things I’d like to write about today, but can’t…
1.) Mahmoud Ahmadinejad at Columbia: Wow.
2.) Ruben Navarette of the San Diego Union-Tribune & Clarence Page of the Chicago Tribune on the Jena 6: Interesting subtle differences of opinion — or are they?
3.) Bush’s comment on Hilary having the Democratic nomination wrapped up: Um, could he just not say anything, please? Ever?
4.) The UAW strike: They’re kidding, right?
5.) The public’s skewed perspective on public education: I’m getting ready to just let it rip. But not quite yet.
6.) People who are resistant to change (newspaper vs. Internet): Yes, Dorothy, there are these things called computers. And yes, you can actually “read” whatever you want and more with your coffee in the morning just like you do with the paper. And no, they’re not going to make the sports section smaller.Â Get over it.
7.) The MoH and football season: Oh the hilarity of it all. Even if the Chargers suck.
8.) Those little racing planes we saw Saturday on the bay: Unbelievable. What will they think of next?
9.) Exercising at Oh-Dark-Thirty: When is the time change?
10.) Brunch: food, champagne, and plenty o’ smack: How many people can talk all at once while changing the subject of discussion five times within a single minute?
I know. You all work and are quite capable of writing as well. In fact, lots of you work, are raising young children AND write. Pat yourself on the back, smile and count yourself as special. Truly. In my next life, I will long to be just like you.
But now, I’m just wondering how you manage to do both. Let me know, okay? Seriously. I’m already busted because I’ve written this much and I promised to not even read my e-mail. What a complete loser. Can someone please put me out of my unfocused misery?
In the meantime, be very glad I didn’t bore you with most of what I wanted to write today since I’m full of piss and vinegar. Nothing pleasant would have come of it.
Have a totally lovely day.
Like, you know.
And I’m waiting for your free tips on how to stay focused. 9:01 — gotta go.