I Guess I Need To Get Busy
So I’ve really been trying to sink my teeth into what the Tennessee General Assembly is going to do this year.
And, alas, I don’t have a clue. It tends to wheel around creating a car wreck most years.
Yeah, we’re talking about education, that’s not unusual. That issue is discussed every year I’m sure the proposed smoking ban will be volleyed about quite a bit. Bredesen is talking Ombudsman. Open Records is still on the agenda, as it is every year. The Heritage Conservation project.
Of course, we all know about the Stacey Campfield thing. (I call it as I see it and I believe this would never pass and is a grandstanding effort by The Rep. Remember, he used the old porn tax thing a couple of weeks ago.)
For Northwest Tennessee, The Tennessee Broadband bill is important. With manufacturing jobs leaving us left and right, this could honestly really enhance smaller industry. Several of my staff members, because they live in the country, do not have access to wireless right now. As reporters, having this access is actually crucial in these changing times of journalism. But for cold spots around the state, there are businesses who could enhance their capabilities for their businesses to grow with the entire state having the advantage of “Wi-Fi.”
I think people in urban environments might not understand this.
So, what’s on the plate? I guess I’ll end up perusing the bills that are going out on the floor. And this will take some time. That work thing (and not blogging from work) ties my hands sometimes. I’m sure there will be those diversions that will hide what’s really going on.
And for pete’s sake, loading good bills down with 400 amendments that affectively changes their whole meaning and destines them for failure, please, stop that. I know you want but it hacks me off.
Incidentally, Happy Manufactured Love Day to make millions of dollars and make the folks who don’t get a Valentines Day card feel like poop. I guess I need to go out and get the boxes of chocolate and stuffed animals and the like.
Incidentally, we froze the fan with a bottle of canned Dust Remover, so I may have a reprieve with sending the computer to the shop.
*sigh*
God forbid they actually do something USEFUL up there on the Hill, like rural Wi-Fi. . I had people tell me all the time that I should cover the Lege on a regular basis, and I refused, because I knew I would have a stroke from confronting all the B.S. (and B.S.’ers), plus I had a publisher who only wanted us to go after his enemies and smooch on his friends. I guess I wasn’t the journalist everybody wanted me to be, eh?
Don’t get chocolate and stuffed animals unless your valentines have said they WANTED them. For example, Baby Fishmouth is just getting a card from me (because she loooooves to get mail) and a little plush heart from Hallmark (stop looking a me) that says “Cutie.” It fits in her backpack and she’s already been squeezing it and saying “Cute! Cute!” *Your* valentines may want hugs and barbecue and good beer. That’s what my other valentines are getting, ya know? Heh. (They had an interview with the late Gerald Levert on the Tom Joyner Show this morning and asked him what would be his perfect gift from a valentine. (Apparently the show was about a year old; they’re celebrating his new album out today.) He said, “Paint my house. Fix my roof. Rub my head. That’s what I want. I’ll marry you if you do that.” I like that man.
Here’s hugs and barbecue and house-paintin’ (if needed) and head-rubs to all y’all at the Commune. But I send those EVERY day, not just on Manufactured Love Day.
Good lord, look at the typos. I am so embarrassed. I blame the Wordpress wraparound comment box. I do.
But I still send hugs, barbecue, etc.
Grandefille, you realize that I’m quite taken with every word that comes out of your mouth.
And, silly me, I thought Manufactured Love Day was today in my pre-coffee haze.
So, I’m sort of moron, but one who can dance the Hustle.
but one who can dance the Hustle
Just one MORE reason to adore and admire you, darlin’!
P.S. re your later post: You’ve been living on the wrong side of Memphis. Take a couple days and go see Dr. Malcolm at Memphis Music and eat a Hueyburger or some Blues City ribs for breakfast. That’ll help beef up your defenses again.
Eric
I just love what you posted. Gimme more!