Panic, Disgust, THe Mucking Fets, and UFO's

No time to post yesterday – we are coming to the end of the 3rd quarter and that is always a fine madness as projects that have been dozing comfortably in a corner somewhere gathering dust suddenly come to life and start darting up and down the halls shrieking and waving their hands in the air.

It is times like this that I remember what someone said to me about such times:

“When in trouble when in doubt, run in circles scream and shout!”

And while you are not solving anything at least you feel like you are doing something. That way you can be like congress.

I don’t and will never understand beltway democrats – they cravenly climb on board with a despicable sense of the senate resolution that the Move on ad (Move on is taking the place of the ACLU as being THE leftist boogie man) was nasty to a general – the finest general ever to serve in the history of the world – (at least to hear the senate talk). Then later when W had a news conference, he still slammed them.

I mean when are you going to fucking get it. They don’t care, they will never ‘like’ you (and WTF is this anyway high school?) come on grow the hell up – Jesus. These are bad evil little shits – not your fellows, your bestest friends not at all.

Alas I feel that the democratic party in side DC has been taken over by people who were not outraged at the way the gop congress was acting, it was just they wanted their place at the feed trough.

Bleh.

Well the Mets plum new depths – my boss came in singing “beat the Mets, beat the Mets, step right up and beat the Mets” Which while I’ll give him props for knowing the song – he should be thankful I’ve given up violence for this incarnation. In the next life however, I figure I’ll pop him one just for that.

W has had another gathering of press people who compete to say how great he is and how much his farts smell like flowers.

Rehearsal tonight for the first time in a while – huge flakes of ring rust will be taken off.

Last day of summer is a beautiful one – tomorrow looks nice too. Enjoy it; it’s going to be cold soon enough.

Reading a strange little book by Budd Hopkins and Carol Rainey called “Sight Unseen” which is about UFO abductions – but there’s a kick here. One of the problems with Alien Adduction stories is that with a few and highly controversial exceptions – nobody sees this happen except for the people it happens to – even if the event takes place in a crowded city or town – they are trying to reason out if it is feasible that the aliens (and the authors come down very squarely in the aliens among us camp) have a technology that can render things invisible and ways to literally turn people off so they don’t remember when they lift whoever they want out a room for instance. I mean other than saying “it didn’t happen the way the subject remembers it”

Hopkins has drawn a lot of fire over the years for using hypnosis and leading questions but the folks that have done that have almost as passionate a desire to prove there is nothing there as Hopkins has to prove something is up. It’s not an environment designed to allow the free exchange of ideas.

Haven’t finished the book so it’s hard to say exactly how I feel about it – it’s pretty weird even for me and I have the feeling I’m reading a book set in the world in the X-files.

More as I finish.

Peace Love Mucking Fets.