So, Maybe I Complain too Much (and a comment on Iraq)
Today, many of us woke up to ice pellets, snow-covered ground, and forecasts (I actually typed forecats, which is something entirely different) of freezing rain. I even had to do a bit of shoveling for the first time this winter.
I think I am getting old, because I elected not to cycle today. Instead, I crammed myself into the subway system and got a little too close to way too many people. I was so close to some guy, I could have counted the hair follicles on his face. He missed a few spots, but I decided not to tell him. There was a woman, stuffed into a seat applying eyeliner. I posted about the public application of makeup in the past. It never ceases to amaze me.
Anyway, I prefer cycling out in the fresh air. I know, Toronto's air is not that fresh, but it is better than breathing in someone else's aftershave or perfume at 8:00 A.M.
I notice that the Iraqi government bungled another execution. They managed to decapitate Hussein's half brother in the course of hanging him. I hope Bush is happy that he got his man, after an expensive and pointless war that has made the entire region worse off, to the farcical trial and botched executions.
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3 comments:
I'm just in the middle of writing a post on the very subject. Ice pellets. And I suppose complaining, though I hadn't thought about it until now.
I opened the door and didn't want to go anywhere, not even in the car. The bike would have been painful.
Yep, a messy morning.
Here, here on Iraq. I see the US is blaming the new Iraqi government for the bungling executions. Classy.
You say it like Bush truly cares about anything other than "vic-try." Not that he could define that. Not that I don't want give him a piece of my mind often. He would probably just give me that look some of my students do when I talk fast and use too many words. Wha?
Dang, I missed a debate about makeup? I spent much of my adolescence in Dallas. In the 80's. I truly believe that my mother would have let me walk out of the house buck naked as long as I had on lipstick. So many thoughts to make you laugh and pity my poor shallow semi-Texan self.
I am in awe of those who can put on eye-makeup while doing anything else. Like breathing. I'm not grossed out or offended by makeup application in public. I am horrified by my students who used to apply 17-18 coats of mascara and then use a safety pin or mechanical pencil to unclump their lashes. None of that is exaggerated, unfortunately.
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