Ah, Friday night. Little TV, maybe chew on a book. Nice casserole. No place I'd rather be.
Certainly not in Pittsburgh. I mean, really, Pittsburgh? And who wants to hang around a bunch of intelligent, progressive, fun people, anyway? Crack jokes, wonk away on policy and pooties, enjoy refreshing libations? I mean, what am I, the D-tipple-C or something?
That's right, friends, it's time for Crashing Vor's annual "Who Wants to Go to Some Boring Old Netroots Nation Thing, Anyway?" Roll Call Diary!
Tonight, we'll be celebrating all the great things you can do that don't require airplane tickets, hotel reservations, name tags or meeting with your politician and blogger heroes. No, really, it'll be fun! We've got the Scrabble board out and plenty of Chex Mix. Bogart movies on the DVD, Tierra del Fuego on shortwave. We'll make smores later.
But, hey, play nice. Just 'cause the boss is out of town doesn't mean we have to trash the joint.
Before we call the roll and get to the real fun (Naked "Twister" competition to Depeche Mode--take that, Chess Tournament fans!), a couple of brief news items:
Dick Cheney, as I'm sure you've heard, is preparing his memoirs, and reports are that he's going to dump on Junior for shunning his "bomb 'em all, let the NSA sort 'em out" advice during term 2. The Dick apparently believes that if he just writes hard enough, the world will come around to his point of view on national security.
So far, the public response is loud and enthusiastic:
No chickening out at Touro health camp
The patient lay on the operating table, prepped and draped with a sterile blue cloth. An incision from a prior surgery was treated with Betadine and marked with a Band-Aid. Then the medical team solemnly gathered to perform surgery on the plucked chicken during the Health Career Camp run by Touro Infirmary.
The recent operating room exercise, designed by perioperative nurse educator Aimee Falgout, demonstrated the role of a surgical nurse to 30 high school juniors and seniors who are considering careers in health care, but who may not have decided upon an area of specialization.
Funniest bit is the pic of the patient's chart, which is not on the Times-Picayune's web site, but here's a snapshot of the paper (Note the "allergies"):
Now, you know if it's a special night, I'm going to have a special treat for you. Here's a roughup of one of my new songs, written especially for a certain radio talk show host. Somewhat different technique for me, but I'm not entirely displease. Apologies for the dark, draggy, dopey vibe, but trust me, it sounds f---ing great on Oxycontin!
"Big Man"
Dedicated to a certain rash limpboy.
copyright 2009 Louie Ludwig/zzi music. All rights reserved.
More songs and info at www.LouLost.com
I'm an absolute luddite when it comes to video tech, but if anyone's so inclined, feel free to slap this on to a montage of clips of America's favorite blowhard and YouTube it. Do include credits and copyright, please.
Okay, enough diddling about. Let's call the roll. Who's not at the big hoedown in Pittsburgh and why not? For our part, GF and I can't afford it, especially with a trip coming up to the mountains for her birthday.
Update: Well, my pity party got cut short pretty abruptly. With a bang! and a screeeeeeeeeeeeech! outside our front door, this dude with the failing left wheel wins the Worse Day Than Mine Award. Tow truck's here now.