Looking Up

Standing at the doors to the backyard, coughing my brains out, I noticed it was snowing. Sort of. My gaze moved up the birch trees in the backyard where there are dozens of birds enjoying a meal of the fuzzy seed pod things; the seeds raining down on the backyard as they snacked. Out of the dozens of everyday finches are two striking yellow versions, looking as if they just escaped from a pet store.
A weird looking amphibious plane, bulky and square, flew by. From Moffett Field? Who knows. I should look up more often.

notes that our finance and HR person can’t count. In her mind, 2 hours off = 10 hours of PTO. Yikes. Time to foment revolution.

This has happened before and will happen again

My jaw dropped when I read this; although given the Republican predilection for stupid speeches you’d think I wouldn’t be surprised.

From Republican National Committee Chairman Michael Steele [at the Conservative Political Action Conference on Thursday]:

“Tonight, we tell America: we know the past, we know we did wrong. My bad. But we go forward in appreciation of the values that brought us to this point.” [CNN]

Let’s do the most cursory of deconstruction, shall we?
“We know we did wrong. My bad.” Wha? Decades of destructive policies, fattening the rich and destroying the economy, alienating the rest of the world, causing countless deaths, creating a new police state, ceding American freedom into a fundamentalist Christian version of the Taliban, etc. etc… and all you have to say is “My Bad?” Okay, no prob dude, all is forgiven.

“But we go forward in appreciation of the values that brought us to this point.” Um, aren’t the values that brought you to this point the very same values you just acknowledged were wrong? As we saw in Gov. Jindal’s remarks earlier this week, the Republicans have nothing new to say and after acknowledging their missteps they go right back to stepping them again.

RNC Chair Steele sez: “Tonight, we tell America: we know the past, we know we did wrong. My bad.” Oh, okay. All is forgiven, then.

is groggy but awake, like I am running at the wrong framerate.

is back in bed. Martyrdom was not all it’s cracked up to be. I’ll fight battles when I’m not hacking and headachey.

Oh, no… Wendy Richard, aka BBC’s Miss Brahms and Pauline Fowler, has died after a long battle with breast cancer. ::sigh::

is a coughing, sneezing, mucus-filled martyr at my desk today.

Early morning: sore throat. Noon: congestion. Afternoon: coughing jags. Evening: headache resulting from all of the above. Yay!

The result of my working sick from home today: 1960s-era HR director outlaws working from home. Sorry, guys.

Irony: after being rainy & cold for weeks, the one day I’m home sick in bed it’s sunny and mild.

Cough drops are just menthol candy.