Each of us is capable of the stroke of genius, some of us more frequently than others. After all, "out of the mouths of babes" has been said for centuries.
Most of the time our genius strokes go unnoticed. You have to be in the right place at the right time and get the right publicity.
Conversely, even the brightset of us... well, we screw up royally at times. Those are the times that we get noticed.
No, this is not a preamble to a confession, it's just a comment on life.
So, Bush says that he has won... so what's new? I would like to see that overturned, just to wipe the smug smile off of that sonovabitches' face. Unfortunately, it would give that other sonovabitch a smug smile. No way to win, there, except with my original proposal, with modifications: pistols at three paces, not five. I don't want either of them to miss.
I had a medium night at work, fairly busy but not frantic, had a few minutes of peace to eat... yeah, enough work in those twelve hours to wear me out, though.
Not very good sleep yesterday either... too many people in and out, banging doors etcetra... not enough to awaken me, but enough so that the good sleep eluded me.
It's a cute kitten, though... but aren't they all? Damn things grow up to be cats anyways. And it's what cat-lovers call a "talker"; I call it noisy beyond toleration, that's what I call it. And it's in love with my slippers, but only when they're on my feet.
O'well. Two more nights.
Somehow, we acquired a kitten yesterday. Like, maybe three weeks old... just barely weaned. I think that Andy's wife Karla had something to do with it, although I thought that we had a good relationship. Guess that I was wrong on that one.