Watching the Democrat Party Implode...

I love it. Democrats in Florida and Michigan voters count, by half. This is the sort of thing that the Democrat Party needs to be avoiding like the plague, but they just can't help themselves.

As you know I am not one to really get excited about the Republicans. A Prottie party. But so long as they are bringing down the modern Democrat Party, then they have my votes.

Back home, and busy in the garden.

Well, this should end the longest blog gap in a couple of years. We actually returned home Saturday, but we were buried under laundry and so forth. Today I have to tackle the garden, as the tomatoes are threatening to engulf the neighborhood (and the fava beans look like they are ready to take passengers to castles in the sky). So today I attack with stakes and twine, bringing order to the productive chaos.

I also have to do the whole routine of taking the camping equipment outside and cleaning it thoroughly. You cannot expect to get your full value out of a tent if you don't do this after every trip (especially the last one of the season).

And, finally, I have some time on today's agenda for the studio. I don't know what I will be working on, as I am out of one of the chemicals I need for my experiments, so I might end up doing rather unexperimental painting with tried and true oil paints, instead of my idea for a more durable, more light-fast, etc. paint.

Unfortunately the formulations so far are so toxic that they really shouldn't be used indoors for more than a few minutes. But I am working on that. I refuse to paint in a gas mask, so if I can't get something that is only moderately lethal, I am going to have to keep at it.

So, that is what is ahead of me today, not that you, dear reader, care, but you might notice that I don't have on this list "write a lengthy blog post involving some weighty matter". And you would be correct in noticing that. I would like to post something bigger, and might tonight, but it is not so high on the agenda.

Recipes. Photos. Thoughts about Diebenkorn. Musings on Hitler. Gripes about kids these days. We'll see.

Sparse Posting Ahead...Behind...Currently?

Two and a half catering gigs...Amalia's First Holy Communion (with retreat before and two parties afterwards)...School stuff...Native Sons of the Golden West Grand Parlor...in short, a very busy BlogDuce.

I will try to post some amusing tidbits here and there (photos might be the perfect thing), but I am entering the swamp.

Who needs leeches?

If you need a quick bloodletting, go out and get a kitten. Yes, one of those cute, adorable little puffballs that attacks anything that moves, and thinks that a good way to get onto your lap (where there is an easy shot at your shiny glasses) is to climb your leg! And, if you loose balance, just dig in with those talons!

If it weren't cute, it'd be dinner.

The Secular Liturgy of Public Penance

You know something, dear reader, I have done some unspecified horrific things, not the unspecified horrific things that those articles, all full of lies, have suggested, but I apologize for some other unspecified horrific things.

The solution to the above, which sounds like some sort of spoof, but can be found here is just to have a Day of Public Atonement for all sports, political and media figures (music figures seem to be amazingly immune to allegations of bad lifestyles, in fact, it sells more records (see "Sinatra and self-enlarged ties to the mafia"), so they will not be allowed to participate in this).

It is sort of like my proposed food label for allergens:

Warning. This product contains every allergen known to man. You will die if you eat it. You will die if you don't eat it. This product is not sold to be consumed, but only for entertainment purposes. Do not actually open this product.

Cinco de Mayo

I am torn on this one. On the one hand, one should never celebrate the defeat of a Hapsburg, especially knowing the disaster that follows for poor Mexico.

On the other hand, any excuse to drink tequila and eat Mexican food is not to be sniffed at.

However, I need no excuse to drink tequila and to eat Mexican food.

So, I will drink tequila, I will eat Mexican food, but I still say "Bah! Humbug!" to celebrating Cinco de Mayo.