I’m Still Multi-Tasking

Substance Over Style


I just realized that I have as yet failed to mention the current Washington DC uproar over grown men chasing young boys—apparently in public.

My reasons are twofold, but in the interest of closure---let me say THIS about THAT.

First, since Mark Foley resigned immediately after the scandal became public I believe that the issue should be relegated to a law enforcement and civil issue between the boys and their families and former representative Foley.

Second, being that it is fairly obvious that the timing of the disclosure and the ongoing hysterical witch hunt which has expanded to include Republican leader Dennis Hastert has been driven based on purely partisan ideology, I think that most people out there (other than the wild eyed liberals and the lamestream media) are tired of listening and wish that it would just go away.

Don’t worry, because on this blog you probably won’t hear or read another word on the subject.

On the home front, I’m trying to stop playing with the new computer and start actually getting some work done on it, but the DVD player keeps playing things like old episodes of The Andy Griffith Show and the movie "Lord of the Rings" and thus my eyes lock onto the screen and hours slip past in what seems like minutes.

I promise to try to do better.

In the ongoing effort to improve my physical fitness and reduce the tonnage of my ever graying, ever balding carcass, yesterday Pat and I took delivery of two of Electra’s Townie 3 bicycles from our local dealer—Monkey Wrench Bicycles. They built them to our specifications in the shop from basic bikes by adding parts and accessories, and they are really cool looking--very "sixties retro."

Actually, mine is a low keyed black 3S with a front suspension, brushed aluminum fenders, a black saddle bag and rear rack.

Pat opted for an Apple Green frame with a PINK seat, PINK saddle bag, and PINK handgrips--if you don't see HER coming you must be blind.

We rode over to the Sea Palms Country Clubhouse for dinner last night, and upon learning that the restaurant was hosting a private party, we turned around and rode another mile and one-half over to another local restaurant.

I haven’t covered that much distance on a bicycle in at least twenty years, and for all of the spastic nanny-governmet liberals out there, be advised that I'm NOT wearing a helmet because I have such a hard head.

Hah!