Odd Bits - Gold Medal Edition

Yesterday I professed my hope that Sidney Crosby would score a hat trick, but the USA would win 4-3. 

Well, Sid only scored one, but this was a case where 1/3 of a dream was greater than the whole.  After the US tied that game 2-2 with 28 seconds left in the game, Sidney stuck in the dagger, 7 minutes into overtime to give Canada the gold medal.  It was one of the most exciting games I’ve seen in ages.

While I was disappointed that Team USA didn’t win gold, they came much closer than anyone thought they would.  They were the youngest team in the tournament… they have much to be proud of.

I had to smile, though, watching Sid get his just reward.  I’m glad he turned out the hero, because I’m sure he would have been the goat if they lost.  And when Buffalo plays in Pittsburgh tomorrow night, I hope the fans there give Ryan Miller, the USA goalie, a rousing ovation.

Until the puck drops, that is… then it’s time to let it fly and rev up the chase for The Cup.

Hair Today, Gone Today

One of my errands this weekend was to get my hair cut.  As usual, this was a 10-minute process.  But there was a catch this time.

I always tell the Hair Cuttery stylist to leave me about an inch in the back and I usually have them do it with scissors, rather than the electric clippers.  Irina was my stylist and I’ve had her before, so I figured she knew the drill.  Next thing I know, she’s got the clippers and is going “brrrrrrr”… “brrrrrrr” and I see copious amounts of my shorn hair falling on my cape.

“Um, are you leaving me that inch back there?” I asked.

“I make you look bayter this way,” Irina said.  Right after she kills moose and squirrel, I’m sure.

At this point, it’s too late to do anything, so I just sat back and enjoyed it as she buzzed off everything I had left, down to a half inch.  Congratulations, Bluz, you now look like every other acorn-head office-drone across time and space.

But I’m trying to look for the bright sides though…

• I use much less shampoo now.  Heck, bar soap will do the job.
• I towel it dry in about 5 seconds.
• No more hat head or bed head. 
• No more messy hair on windy days.  Now I can roll with the windows down.  OK, not now, but come spring.
• I can wait longer until the next haircut.
• It’s a training step before finally shaving off the whole shebang.

The Price of Gas

So I was in the bathroom at work today, having a pee and holding in a little gas until the guy that was in there with me left.

As he opened the door and I heard the door close again, I released the hounds.  With prejudice.  What I didn’t count on was someone coming in the door at the same time the other guy went out.  Bastards…

Like I always say, if you ever get lonely in your cube, just pass a little gas.  Next thing you know, everyone shows up. 

But not for long.

Speaking of Noxious Gas…

The C Street House was the subject of a  NY Times had an editorial calling for the revocation of their tax-free status.  This is the best idea I’ve heard in ages.

Remember the C Street House?  That’s the den of iniquity that for over 70 years has supported “Christian” politicians, especially when they get caught with their pecker in a trap.  This is what I wrote about them last summer:

“I read this Salon article about a shadowy DC organization known as the C Street House. This is an organization that is propping up (mostly) Republican conservatives with undisclosed cash and providing cover when their peccadilloes come to light. (See Sanford, Mark and Ensign, John and many others.) Their core belief is that, and I’m paraphrasing, “If you come to power, it’s God’s will; therefore anything you do while in power is excused. Rules for the common man don’t apply.”

There they are again… God’s “Chosen”: staining the lives of millions with their callous power plays.

They have been around for 74 years, remaining in the shadows and twisting “God’s word” into a rationale to amass power.

Read the article, linked above. Also, Jeff Sharlet, the guy that wrote the Salon article, was on  Real Time with Bill Maher this weekend.  He worked undercover at the C Street House and he knows of which he speaks. If it doesn’t make your skin crawl, true believer or not, I don’t want to know you. I was on vacation when I read the Salon article myself, it made me drink for 9 solid days in a row, just to numb the pain. (OK, it wasn’t just the article.)

Say what you want about religion, and I usually do, using this holy halo to obscure the very common quest for money and power is an insult to all that are true to their faith. Last I heard, Jesus threw the moneychangers out on their well-fed asses. We ought to do the same to these ass-clowns.”

The least we can do is cut them off the public teat.  If they want to play politics, then they need to pay the check just like the rest of us.  They are not, even under the most lenient definition, a “church”. 

All they are is a shadowy group of men behind Ozian curtains, gnarled hands clutching the reins of power, answerable only to themselves. 

Wait, maybe they’re more like churches than I thought.