First, Coble points out that having a political protest against having to pay other people’s mortgages by seeming to brag about other people having to pay your mortgage just makes no sense. It’s funny as hell, but it makes no sense.
Second, one of y’all sent me a link to cats in pants, which tickled me so much.
Third, I took the wrong medicine this morning. Oh, I figured it out and took the right stuff, too, but now I’m all worried that I’ve poisoned myself to death and there will be no one to plant my garden or tease the Butcher. Now I just have to remember to NOT take it again in the evening.
Fourth, I get in these ruts where I don’t watch TV. It just doesn’t occur to me to turn it on. Or I do and I just turn it to HGTV or Discovery. So, honestly, while I watched Olbermann religiously during the declining days of the Bush fiasco, I haven’t seen him in a while.
I watched last night. With Janeane Garofalo.
This should have been enough to make my poor progressive heart break in two with glee.
But it was like watching… I don’t even know. It was a hot mess. Garofalo seemed totally spacy and unhinged and Olbermann just seemed to nod and go along with all the crazy shit she was saying. And they were picking on Rush Limbaugh! It should have been marvelous.
Instead it was kind of creepy and sad.
Is it me? Or are some folks kind of weirdly lost without a place to put all their anger now that Bush is gone?