Sunday, post-springing ahead

[yendi]

It's after noon, but my body insists that it's still 11:13 AM. Of course, this same body insists that Cheez-Its are health food, so we all know how much it can be trusted.

The Pope died yesterday. I'm not sure I can say anything that wasn't already said better by theferrett here or by trouvera here. So I won't try.

That said, it would be lovely if the American media got their collective heads out of the Pope and Terri Schiavo's dead arses and actually started paying front-page attention to stories like the administration's acknowledged "major intelligence failure" or the continuing ethical sewer-dive and attempted rape of the Constitution by the House Majority Leader. Dead is dead, people -- let's worry about the living a little bit, shall we?

Speaking of living, the baseball season begins tonight -- that magical time of the year when every team, even the Cubs, thinks that it's still in the race.

Today's plan: Clean the house a bit, drink more coffee, go shopping, maybe game once I get around to calling jet_li_wannabe.

Comments

[brak55.livejournal.com]

...but the Mets will find a way to be mathmatically eliminated by next weekend.

[rafaela.livejournal.com]

Oh, if only I could hold out any hope for the Cubbies this year....but, as one friend of mine put it, "they traded Sammy Sosa for a bag of peanuts and didn't even get a beer to go with it."