Got a phone call earlier tonight from "Ohio for Hillary." What made me laugh is that the caller ID showed "(803) 667-4084 S Carolina Call." Another self-inflicted wound, I suppose. That gave me at least a bit of a laugh to go along with my frustration -- I had hoped to not have to deal with her again after leaving New York. And these days I can't hear mention of Hil without recalling Mark Steyn's recent description of her and the baggage she must carry: "Hillary is what the Clintons look like with their pants up." Heh.

Needless to say, I didn't stay on the line long enough to hear how she planned to spend my money. Nor did I listen earlier in the evening when (703) 637-9323 called with another political pitch -- something to do with a ridiculous Representative from a neighboring district (I know I should listen to these things and use them as blog material -- but ugh, it's so painful to listen to).

I guess I should expect more of the same in the next week and a half, as the Dems try to whoop up the proletariat. Hey, it's what they do.

In other news, I hear a certain former JAG may finally have some time on his hands to post messages to this otherwise languishing blog. I eagerly await his input.

I'm also trying to picture in my head the kind of bedtime stories Bazzukajoe will be providing to his newborn clone. I suspect something like this.

Oh, and that mention of Morris Day and the Time earlier this month attracted lots of traffic -- who knew people were still doing web-searched for that guy? And Bugs Buny. Lots of people in Turkey dig that Bugs Buny [sic].

Hey, here's a snapshot from a distant reality -- across the street from Carini, a few steps from Stan's. Red's was a pizzeria? How come we never got pizza there?