Monday, July 25, 2005

Physiological corollary? Or bad timing?

Note to self - have more fun!

It's been a few weeks since our Sunday crowd has been out for libations, and I can tell. After two beers tonight, I'm feeling happily buzzed. Not so much that my motor skills are overly impaired (I'm fully aware that ANY alcohol slows you down) but enough that a third would have put me over the edge. It's an interesting place to be, and a place I need to return from before I go to sleep.

That leaves me three options: DAB (Dial While Buzzed), EWB (email while buzzed) or BIB (blog while buzzed). I think I'll take (3), since it is the most retractable of the options.

It's been a while since I've felt this detached off just two beers. So why is it that when I *want* a few beers to help me get away, that never happens, but when I'm figuring, "Two beers, big dinner....no worries" it hits me like a half ton of bricks (I reserve the TON of bricks metaphor for a later date). Thursday night, I had hard liquor with dinner - one martini, because it sounded yummy. I didn't want to want to crawl away and hide until I got to the club. So I started drinking the Yuengling. But one strong drink and two beers later...nothing. Friday night - three Coronas and two tacos...nothing. Tonight..two Amber Bocks...and boom - tingly lips and detached emotions. When I least expect? When I least need? When I least want? Who knows what the correlation is there. I just know it's craziness. Sheer craziness.

There's a lot more I could say right now...about the weird dreams I've had or what I want to go do right now. Instead, I'm going to go get a glass of water and some carbs and head to bed. G'night all.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Jumping Ship

What is it with me and politics lately...there's not even an
election, or any other way for me to make a difference.

It appears Members of the President's own Party are turning
against him publicly. In an unprecedented move, A Republican
delivered the Democratic Radio response today.
The Subject? Presidential advisor Karl Rove and his
alledged role in leaking the name of a covert CIA agent.
Roy Johnson is a Former CIA analyst and a registered
Republican.

Read more at this link

Thursday, July 21, 2005

An Incomplete Opinion

Now that the sun is setting and the temps are back in the 90s, I can think clearly again.

A friend called me this afternoon and asked me for my opinion on the Supreme Court nomination. I was surprised, and flattered that someone would want my opinion. I also thought it worth blogging.

It's been nearly 48 hours since President Bush named his nominee. I may be a courtwatcher, but I don't keep track of appellate judges, so I wasn't overly familiar with John G. Roberts. So I've done some reading up on this gentleman and his opinions.

I've come to the conclusion that it's too early to have an opinion.

In his legal career, Roberts has argued a variety of positions, some favorable, some not, some even in front of the Supreme Court. However, in his confirmation hearings for his current position, he made such statements as "Roe v. Wade is the law of the land" and that he was bound to uphold it, and that his arguments were on behalf of his clients, rather than a reflection of his own opinion. Therefore, we have no read on what this man is going to do now that he could potentially be SETTING the law of the land. So I will withhold full judgment until I hear what comes out of his mouth during his confirmation hearings.

However, I do have a few things I'm not happy about:

1: I'm not happy that W nominated a WASP male. Women and Latinos have seen their voices diminished again, even though both population groups are growing (see Census2000)

2: Since he was nominated by W, he will likely be more conservative than I want him to be.

3: This conservative has already ruled on cases that will likely come before the Supreme Court, so he will have to recuse himself in those decisions.

However, I won't visit the sins of the father on the son, if you will. I'll wait to see what he says for himself before I make up my mind, but he is starting out behind the eight ball.


(Pardon the lack of links - blogged via email)

One digit too many....

Triple digit temeraptures sap my brain.

I sat down here with the complete intent of writing a well-thought out, cohesive blog entry. I can't get two lines out without my mind wandering. I even closed out the IM screen to get this down, but the ideas are gone. Out the window into the oppressive heat.

Then again, it may be the crappy work schedule too.

Time to go run one more errand before I melt. I'll try again later.