I fucking hate fireworks. It’s bad enough that we’ve got parents on our block who are letting their children blow their fingers off (and then don’t lose their children for being such idiotic parents), but of course now my sister’s cats are all jumpy, and she and I have to try to calm them down. I don’t mind the professional shows — I watch them on TV whenever I can — but what sense is there in allowing minors to try that shit? I haven’t…
Yeah, Federov’s gone. They resigned McCarty, though, so I’ll try to catch as many games as I can this coming season (assuming we ever get some freaking cable installed here). Honestly, I don’t know what to think; no one can deny Federov’s talent, but the man does have an ego, and after what he put the Wings through in the 97-98 season, I really don’t know if Federov was worth keeping around.
Yahoo! News Article — “Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld said on Monday remnants of toppled President Saddam Hussein’s government have coalesced into a “terrorist network” in Iraq, but rejected the notion that U.S. and British forces are facing a guerrilla war or are stuck in a quagmire.” You know, I’d heard that forces had captured the Iraqi Information Minister, but I wasn’t aware that they’d surgically transplanted him into Rumsfeld’s body.
New in the .journal: “Alone”. Basically I just got so depressed this past weekend that I couldn’t help but write about what was going on, even if it probably wasn’t right for me to do so. Those of you who complain about me liking to hold “pity parties” for myself, be warned that this is probably the biggest one of those I’ve ever held. And honestly I don’t care anymore.
New at Backwash: “Toledo, Meet Wal*Mart”. Yes, not only is Toledo getting its first Wal*Mart, but it’s being built less than a mile from my house. Come read about all the reasons to boycott Wal*Mart, as well as my general bitching about living in Toledo.