If, like me, you have no friends and your whole family is dead,

Just so long as you don’t say “I’m an old man and most people hate me.”

And what I want for the holidays is for Al Franken to knock Ben Nelson and Joe Lieberman’s heads together on the floor of the Senate until they see little bluebirds flying around in circles.

Strange, before I can liveblog the cloture vote, does my whole family have to be dead?

Because that can be arranged.

No, but it would help.

On it.

Is there any kind of worsted-wool stocking that will stand up to being loaded with lead shot? Just as a matter of curiosity.

Strange, if you would be so kind as to erase that disjointed last syllable from my disjointed last comment, I should be much obliged. I’ve not got the magic admin amulet with me, and subsequently don’t possess the power.

Thanks, S.

Apropos of nothing, Blizzard report: the enormous, gilded statue on top of the white wedding cake building next to ours has disappeared. As has the wedding cake building, and all of the rest of the city. Cars creeping onto the bridge, bumper-to-bumper. Otherwise, our entire window is that generalized streetlight orange.

It’s in the twenties, dry, powdery snow, tiny flakes, through which underdressed Chinese delivery men continue to ride bicycles. The main roads have been so salted that this afternoon, workers at the Census office, peeking through the always-closed blinds (they keep your personal identifying information from leaking out) thought they were looking at half a foor of snow, to find out later that we were looking at salt intstead.

“Half a foot”

A foor is a unit of measurement derived from the foorlong, meaning, “a whole hell of a lot!”

I always thought a “foor” was a hybrid of a fool and a hoor.

BTW, speaking of hoors, which one of the brain-damaged kitties was on that inexplicable lace-curtain Irish thing in these parts last year?

Uh-oh, Oblo, now Dances is going to tell you that you have a prick in your head.

I prefer to think that “hoor” comes from “hoorfrost,” a condition I developed once when I was obliged to sit on a cake of ice.

As to our visitor, that would be Dakinikat, who has dsome sort of fascination with being yelled at in an Irish brogue, and a fondness for a whiskey called “Delusions and Dreams.”

Ah, Dakinikat was the one who promoted the “Darkies Caused the Housing Crash” theory, right?

and just how are you going to clean those lace-ups little missy? cheers, J

Comment in the Giordano entry I linked to in the Rump Room that boils down my problems with vague netivism pretty darn well:

People seem to like to say “fight” and “take action” and “twist arms” a lot, but I’m not sure most of them have any idea what they mean other than, “Say words that I agree with in public.”

Actually, that comment may have been on another thread over at Giordano’s joint (I’ve been catching up with him today), but it’s still pretty hilarious. Of course, I’ve wasted most of my afternoon arguing on Facebook with people who are CONVINCED that Obama could have “done something” without having to make deals with the Blue Dogs, et al, and who still think scrapping the bill will mean it can come back even stronger later on. Because that totally has happened every other time healthcare bills get shot down, right Hillary?

My favorite part was when one woman accused me of citing facts and history as a way of trying to “silence dissent.” Remind me again why I should feel good that people capable of typing those words into a sentence are somehow on my side?

Oblomova—I still think we need to push to get the mandate killed.  Otherwise, I’m on board that the bill will accomplish some stuff.

Glix, I agree that there should be push-back on the mandates—but not if it means gutting the entire thing for some amorphous notion of “going back to the drawing board” sans mandates. This is it. This is the shot. It only gets harder from here on out. It goes down in flames, I’m afraid we won’t see a serious reform measure suggested again for the rest of the Obama administration. And I don’t see how that helps anybody who needs insurance.

Take it upstairs! New shoe AND upcakes!