There's some weird crud
inside the transparent part of the pristine Apple
keyboard I'm typing on at the moment. I'm suspicious that
the crud is actually tiny bits of sawdust from the Feline
Pine I switched his majesty's litterbox to in order to
avoid tiny bits of clay residue all over the house. The
thing I don't get , though, is how does it get in there?
Unlike the toast crumbs, cat hair, and little bits of
organic potato chips, it doesn't fall out when I turn the
keyboard over and shake it. It just stays there under the
plastic like it's in some kind of display case for
keyboard crud.
Just had to share that.
So, I've been blogging up a storm
on stercus,
my compost heap of bird related news. See, I still
haven't got the hang of blogging. It's not that I don't
have opinions about politics after all. I mean I am sick
to my stomach that Bush has given away piping
plover wintering habitat in Texas to
an oil company, taken the marbled murrelet off the
endangered species list specifically so that lumber
companies can log old growth forest in National Forests
in the Pacific Northwest, and a whole lot of other
bird-unfriendly actions, but these seem like such minor
things to be exercised about in the week that the death
toll for our soldiers in Iraq reached 1000. That's just
of American soldiers, not civilian contractors American
or otherwise, not innocent Iraqi civilians, not British
soldiers, not other coalition soldiers. Just American
soldiers. So how can anybody in their right mind think
the environment still matters? Maybe I'm not in my right
mind after all.
In other political opinion, I think
it's arrogant and premature of Governor I've Got Great
Hair and Live in Utah to be so overtly running for
president in 2008 when the Republicans haven't even
re-elected Bush in 2004 yet. Besides that, I really
really really want to know what the heck is so boring and
awful about being governor of Massachusetts that all our
governors lose interest in it before their terms are up.
Weld went off to write novels in New York. Darn it must
have been hard to be a closeted Yankee fan in the
Massachusetts State House. Cellucci went off to be
ambassador to Canada and never be seen again. Acting
Governor Jane Swift found the prospect of running against
I've Got Great Hair and Live in Utah so overwhelming that
she didn't even run to be elected actual governor.
Massachusetts doesn't have any provision for making the
Lieutenant Governor the actual Governor when the Governor
leaves, which seems to happen way more often than in
states that have a provision for it, so we have Acting
Governors quite frequently. Anyway, I don't think
Governor I've Got Great Hair and Live in Utah made as big
an impression at the RNC as he thinks he did. Everybody
was too busy talking about that Arnold guy form
California. Economic girly men indeed.
Speaking of conventions, which
everyone seems to be doing. Why are science fiction
conventions and online journaling conventions called
[whatever]con while political conventions are
abbreviated DNC and RNC. Of course I think D-Con is a
trademark for rat poison, so the Democrats wouldn't want
that. And Donk-Con sounds too much like Donkey Kong, one
of the great video games of the 1980s and who wants to be
so retro? R-Con and Reep-Con both sound too much like
Recon so could easily be confused with a reconnaissance
mission. And Rep-Con sounds like Defcon and we're like
already at Defcon 4 or whatever.
Speaking of birds, it was great fun
watching the Yankees hand the game to the Orioles last
night. I had a full rich evening of baseball what with
watching the Orioles defeat the pinstriped ones and then
curling up in bed to listen to "just a couple of innings"
of the Red Sox/Mariners game on the radio. Hah, I am
powerless over baseball. I listened to the whole thing
and consequently have not gotten nearly enough sleep.
Manny Ramirez rocks! I'm sure Pajama Woman next door
could hear me yelling "Manny! Manny!" at the radio. I
kinda wish I'd seen the grand slam on TV but I was having
so much fun curled up in my bed with the lights off and
the radio on. One of the best things about being a
grownup is that you can listen to the West Coast games
when you're supposed to be sleeping and no parents come
in to take the radio away (I hid it well in those days --
my little turquoise plastic transistor radio with the
strange earphone that looked exactly like a hearing aid).
Besides, it's not like I have to get up for school in the
morning. Anyway, even though I impersonate a grownup
pretty well, I still feel a guilty pleasure from baseball
on the radio past my bedtime.
Now back to trying to get the crud
out of the keyboard.
