Mount St. Helens is, literally, just blowing off some steam. This should cover our local volcanic activity requirements for, oh, about another decade or three.
It’s nothing to get excited about, move along now…

Mount St. Helens is, literally, just blowing off some steam. This should cover our local volcanic activity requirements for, oh, about another decade or three.
It’s nothing to get excited about, move along now…
From, of all things, a Rolling Stone article on Dick Cheney that paints him as a sort of political bad-luck charm:
In 1973, while Nixon was self-destructing, Cheney, then thirty-two, got a job at the investment firm of Bradley, Woods and Company. “Dick needed to make some money,” Bruce Bradley explained. “He and Lynne and their girls lived in a modest house, and he drove a used Volkswagen Beetle.” Both Bradley and Cheney were Republicans, but they differed on Watergate. Bradley recognized that Nixon had violated fundamental American values; Cheney saw Watergate as a power struggle. They even debated each other, in a forum arranged for Bradley’s clients.
“He claimed it was just a political ploy by the president’s enemies,” says Bradley. “Cheney saw politics as a game where you never stop pushing. He said the presidency was like one of those giant medicine balls. If you get ahold of it, what you do is, you keep pushing that ball and you never let the other team push back.”
And there you have it, folks. Who needs the spirit of compromise that typified the actions of our Founding Fathers when you can instead play a zero-sum game of greed for power?
Can we please get people like this out of our White House, now?
I had all sorts of things I was going to post this week. Work stuff, a bit of creative writing, some thoughts on relationships… but instead all I’ve done is work, eat, and sleep. Well, two out of three.
Content to come. At some point.
It was probably inevitable. Blogsnob recently changed hands, revamped and then started selling advertising slots to companies. Oddly enough, I don’t want to provide ad space to “Christian singles” sites and the like, so I’ve taken their ad code off of this site for the last time.
Ah well. It’s not like it generated a whole lot of traffic for me… and that’s what it’s all about, right?
It’s been a long time. Since March, actually. I mean, I’ve had some lovely help keeping it going in some fashion, but I haven’t touched the thing in too long.
Today I took the first step in remedying that oversight. I posted to my as-yet-unrenamed anime blog.
Oh, yeah, and if you can think of a clever name for a two-author anime blog, I’m all ears. Or eyes. Or something like that.
(Update: Er, I also took a bit of a plunge and converted from MT to WP. Impulsive, but I think it was the right thing to do…)
This is the sort of imagery that I can’t get enough of.
You can see what’s left of Ivan, the full-figured Jeanne, the wayward Karl and the still-forming Lisa in this image composited from yesterday’s satellite data.
It figures that my namesake hurricane would be too much of a wuss to strike land… or to ask for directions…
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