You know, the lines comic book -- pardon, graphic novel artists draw trailing from moving objects along the direction it's come from? That's me this ack emma: too much to do and not enough time. So of course I am blogging.
There's something in the air and it's given me delightful headaches for the last couple of days. Luckily one of the better treatments for this is motorscootering, which I have been able to do the last couple of days, including (fanfare!) a trip yesterday afternoon from Skunk Works HQ to North Campus, where we keep and test the starship engines. This included a nice twisty hill climb up Spring Mill from Kessler, 'cos I was not interested in racing cars on the wide part of Meridian St. (Hwy 31). (The narrow part, four lanes in about three lanes width, is nervous-making even on a motorscooter but not, generally, scary-fast).
Tomorrow, up early and Healthy Outdoor Activity, or some such thing. And I have to remember to gas up my car, prolly.
In re the economy: I'm sympathetic to all the folks chanting "Let them burn!" Only problem is, the Them on Wall Street built the fire from a lot of our money and I'm nae so sure I will enjoy the smoke of that particular pyre. I hate bailin' em out, I loathe seein' that much power accrue toi the Feds -- and I am fresh out of fixes. If the markets crash, we'll all feel it.
I am not sure what Uncle John McCain is up to in re the debate but demurring will, I think, hurt him: looks like he's chickening out. I don't believe he is -- but getting elected is a marketing game and this is way too spinnable.
And now, to the showers and away! (Superman has his phone booth, Batgirl her Secret Room in Gotham Library; me, I'm a clean superheroine!)
1. When I was a child, comic books were Suspicious Objects in the home but a nice Tintin book? That was ooh-tay. It's all a matter of marketing.
2. "Delightful?" Yeah, 'cos there are no bad words strong enough.
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