Trudy, your stance on this strikes me as so cynical it's almost wrapping back around to naive.
That was the opening to your comment. I didn't see it as a personal attack or anything - but I'm not sure how you separate the dancer from the dance on this.
gronk. why am I up so early? THE CAT! (and i had to pee).
On that note, Timelies!
Going to bed btw 11:30 - 12 should not = being awake at 6. Still, am awake.
My body is being a bit wakko. I woke up sick at 1:30, it passed quickly and I went back to sleep. Then I kept waking up at random intervals feeling nauseated again and really hot, I would push off the covers and would be fine. My room is only 60-64 degrees. Same for the livingroom where I am sitting now. Wrapping a blanket around me results in me feeling sick and all out of sorts in about 10 minutes, without it I am cold very quickly. stoopid body needs to settle down.
why so cold in your place? No heat?
no, that is the with heat temp. It is old steam radiators, so when they are on, it gets upto 65 or so, but by the end of there off cycle, it is back down to 60. I have them turned fairly low to avoid the extreme hot that they can produce.
Is your cat now sleeping like mine are, less than an hour after being noisy for no good reason.
yep, he's all curled up in "his" chair, snoozing. I guess he met all his needs (food, water, bathroom, bugging us) so now is the time to get some zzzzz.
My cats are now silently digesting the breakfast they insisted on.
I may be in need of caffeine. 'Disgesting' is not a word. Really.
Woke up to the sound of
rain.
I thought we got all the rain there ever will be yesterday....
It's like there's some feline conspiracy out there.
It's raining here too. I just looked outside and there were 4 bluejays at my feeder - they were soaking wet. Poor little guys.
Sarah Vowell on torture, the Constitution, and Jack Bauer:
If the civics robot is feeling particularly nostalgic for that time in America when the word "rendition" was usually followed by the words, "of 'Louie, Louie,' " it continues to nitpick about what some of those ideals entail: Congressional oversight, due process and treating prisoners of war according to ye olde golden rule. Not only because we would hope our captive soldiers would be treated with reciprocal human decency, or because the information gleaned from torture usually turns out to be a Saddam's-in-league-with-Al-Qaeda sham, but mostly, Americans reject torture because we are not satanic monster scum.
Except, of course, the moment we pick up our TV remote controls. That's when even my inner civics robot cracks open a ginger ale, stares at Kiefer Sutherland on the beloved "24" and cheers: "Yeah, Jack Bauer! Break into that interrogation room and shoot that suspect in the leg!" There is a jarring disconnect between what I want my real-life intelligence officers to be doing versus what I want my fake TV intelligence officers to be doing. On my two favorite shows, "Alias" and "24," the protagonists Sydney Bristow (Jennifer Garner) and the aforementioned Jack Bauer bend and break the laws of the land in the name of national security with such speed and frequency, even Donald Rumsfeld himself might be outraged enough to utter a "my goodness gracious" tsk, tsk.