We get letters

You guys have made reading my own blog enjoyable.

Note to other visitors: If you aren't reading the comments to Black Day and Recent Posts, you are missing out on a enjoyable give and take between a bunch of people in masks.

Apparently I have right wing friends--or at least one--that goes by the name Tater Salad. B. Denham has never been shy about his rightist leanings, but if anyone can make the claim of a compassionate conservative it would be him. I have no clue who Tater Salad is. Unless Ron White is actually reading my blog.

And who do I know that went to London over the summer? And who likes Shakespeare that much? And cares what I think about them to the point they won't reveal their names so they can speak more freely? And can write that well? Should I be embarrassed that I'm the worst writer on my own blog?

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Yesterday, I killed a bird driving into work. My laptop computer--my second child--has collapsed and been evacuated to a hospital in Omaha. Status uncertain and expected not to rejoin combat operations. A colleague passed on the correlation between average state IQ and voting tendency for the recent election. 17 of the top 20 states went for Kerry (Nebraska came in at 29, KY at 37, and IL at 9). I forgot to eat lunch. The auspicious omens are piling up.

But Ashcroft resigned.

Could he possibly find someone worse? I bet he tries.

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A thousand cranes to B.D. jo(e), nanny mouse, the Tater and all the brands of anonymous that kept the blog interesting for the last few days. At this rate, life in omaha will be more entertaining than my contemporary fiction class.