Dancing with Myself

I HATE When That Happens

The muse came to me tonight and I had a stream-of-consciousness writing experience where I wronte the entire post for the TV station.  Then something awful happened.  I lost the entire post.  Gone.  Forever.  I am momentarily devastated.

Missing in Action

This is not my only blog.  I have four or five others.  I make a joke about it and say that each of my several personalities has his or her own blog.  There's more truth to that than I care to explain right now, but here's the story.  One of my other blogs, My Mother's People, got the right kind of attention last month.  Someone in a position to make things happen, came across it and was impressed by the stories I was telling.  He got into contact with me and asked me to write a post for his blog in which I introduce the people about whom I've been writing in that blog to their neighbors in southwest Louisiana who have never heard of them. 

If I do it well, he'd like for the news department of the television station he manages to make it into a TV news feature which could easily be picked up by their affiliate stations throughout the deep South. 

When I began that particular blog, I wanted to remember  the stories of my grandmother's people outloud.  It seems I've been heard, and now I've been invited to talk about the people of those stories to a much broader audience. 

All because of the blog.  How cool is that?

Glenn Greenwald Speaks For Me

Here here.  Well Said.

Squirrels Go Wild!

One very annoyed squirrel went apeshit and attacked a school in San Jose filled with humans.

A squirrel went on the attack in a San Jose elementary school Wednesday, bloodying an 11-year-old girl and a parent in a slashing, biting assault and injuring a second grown-up before making its escape.

. . . . Two parent chaperones were standing in the room when the squirrel ran in and clawed its way up one of the adult's legs, Ector said.

"They were trying to get it off and another parent was trying to assist," he said. "In the process, both were bitten. One was nipped on the fingertip and scratched on the arm, and the other parent was bitten on the arm."

Finally, the squirrel jumped off the mom, did a loop around the classroom, ran out the door and jumped on the 11-year-old student as she walked by. She was bitten on the arm as well, Ector said.

The student and one of the parents were bitten hard enough to draw blood, police Sgt. Nick Muyo said.  SFGate

And we made fun of Jimmy Carter when that rabbit attacked him in the boat.  These animals are up to something, I tell you.  They're up to something.  Y'all be careful out there, h'hear?

UPDATE:  A loyal reader who goes by the moniker, Cybergrannie, sent me this link.  Apparently, others have noticed that our civilization is in danger from those furry tailed rats. 

From the "Now I've Heard Everything" Department

The recent explosion and fire which destroyed a connecting overramp of Interstate 580 is on my route home from San Francisco.  Since I seldom drive to San Francisco more than once or twice a month, I've not been terribly inconvenienced.

In today's L.A. Times, I learned that there is a blog dedicated to the theory that terrorists were behind the explosion.  I also learned that there were another couple of explosions and there was supposed to have been a fourth, but something happened.

In support of this conspiracy, the writers of the blog present this:

I cannot even begin to do justice to the theories behind this site.  I report you decide.

Quote of the Day

   - Paul the Spud over at Shakesville.  Addressed to Newt Gingrich who advised Republicans to distance themselves from GW Bush.

You not only let every Bush disaster happen, you actively encouraged and participated in them. With truckloads of chutzpah, you took Bush’s “mandate” as an opportunity to indulge in every dirty little bit of scumbaggery that you thought you could get away with. I’m sure the current rash of investigations and resignations are just the beginning.

These are not Bush disasters. These are Republican disasters.