Weather, Or Not

Happy Birthday, LJ. (brad might prefer if we called it Saint Brad's Day.) I enjoyed seeing the animation of Frank on the login page. (I didn't notice it at first, because you have to hold your cursor over the icon for quite a while if you have a slow dial-up connection, as I do.) Also amusing, Brad's latest post in lj_maintenance (comments are disabled, so I can't put a direct link to the entry.) The subject is Gibberish, and the first line is The problems with gibberish showing up occasionally should be fixed now. My first thought on reading this was Oh, no! Brad has deleted my journal!

I didn't get around to reading comments on most of the posts on my friends page yesterday, because there were so many posts. I can only assume that Saint Patrick's Day blarney had something to do with it. Well, that, and the fact that Hell has announced its annexation of Earth! When I got my first Internet connection of the night, it was incredibly bad, taking forever to open each page. For a minute, I thought that the government had decided to mess with it, to eliminate the most important unofficial channel of communication. Once the war starts, it would be very smart of them if they did, and then blamed it on terrorists. I'm sure that the administration is aware that the large part of the American public displeased with its policies is a far greater threat than Iraq could ever be. It's high time they dealt harshly with us!

Ah, but the repression has not yet begun. Maybe next week. In the meantime, I've decided to lead a life of Epicurean indulgence. This may be the last time such a thing will be possible for those not in the ruling class. I'm going to eat melons out of season! Take that, John Ashcroft!

Oh, yeah. I'm also going to finish that long post! Little by little, it is growing. Sluggo willing, I'm sure I can get it done before Saddam finishes his nuke and blows me up.

The problem with all the local television stations being in the valley is that they always report valley weather. Tonight, they were talking about all the wind. Hardly a breath was stirring in the mountains today. There is little point in watching the weather on television, and the rest of the local newscasts these days consists of provincial trivia, and drama queen histrionics about white knights and evil goblins Bush and Iraq. Then the "reality" shows begin. If it weren't for cable, I'd probably never turn the thing on anymore.

Eh, crappy day. Now that the rain has ended, the pollen has returned, and the sneezing, and the various minor aches and irritations which add up to bleh. But the blossoms on the cherry tree are looking nice -- although there are only a few this year. And the recent rains have brought back the bright green to the fields, which now are at their plushiest, under the bright, end-of-winter sun. And Sluggo has begun to behave a bit better. I pushed my time online to almost three hours last night, and there were no crashes. On the whole, I'd say that things are good enough that I probably won't have to dig a hole and bury myself in it just yet. Yay.