I keep hearing a muffled tone, a computer-y beep. It seems like it’s far away, somewhere on the floor.
Then I realize that my cell phone, nestled in the little holster attached to my belt, is pushing against the arm of my office chair, which is in turn pushing some button on it.
This entry over at Nicole’s gofish made me sad and upset. It’s against the rules for U.S. soldiers in Iraq to have pets, but the skinny black puppy that wandered up to the Florida National Guard soldiers at [more...]
Well, I’m about to pull the plug on my cable modem since it has to be returned to the cable company; so I’ll be off the grid from tonight through Sunday. So I’ll be unblogged and pretty much jonesing [more...]
With all the news about the complicated and downright farcically bureaucratic prescription drug plans for seniors, I find myself wondering: are all seniors on drugs? Is there a certain point where humans have now [more...]
