Newscoma

As I have had a long day at work, am getting something like trifocals and have some degenerative eye issue in one of my eyes that is not so much of the good (and I desperately want some glasses like Ruabelle’s which are the hippest glasses I’ve seen in awhile) and am thinking that Sarcastro (see comments here) was right, because he often is in a scary yet sort of groovy way) I offer you a link dump.

Yeah, my eye. I will from now on call it stink eye.

Stink Eye, Edna, you get it all here at the ‘coma.

So let’s go:

• Kiley out.
• Mugshot of the month, and yeah campers, it’s from Memphis. And it’s quite tasty and says everything I would ever want to say only in 1979. Sweet.
• Hagel says nothing. Thompson says nothing although allegedly can’t vote in Tennessee (what is up Michael with all the posts?) and Guiliani says nothing. McCain says too much. And yet we are pontificating 20 months before the presidential election.
• The joy of taking pictures in the men’s loo by Jeff at Side Salad.
• Megan has a new blog. Having made this trip twice within just a few hours last week, I had plenty of time to think. And stare at bumper stickers that raised my blood level. And breathe the beautiful aroma of fossil fuels. Like it and I need to change my blogroll.
• My vet said to give my dog baby aspirin when she was ailing although I’m not one hundred percent sure if that is of the good but it eased her. Poor sweet Libby.
• I get this Glen. I really do. You know, politically, we are polar opposites (Big Time), but I do dig your taste in music and I do understand the loss of a beloved parent.
• March Madness is here. I really only like the first two weekends because it’s free game and anyone has a shot. So think of me Thursday night as I sit in front of a television (hopefully with friends, a savvy yet sort of grubby bar atmosphere hoping the underdogs all win and a saucy glass of hopps and barley.) This story tells of how the workplace suffers from the insanity of college hoops at its pinnacle. Also, let me say, I just like it when the Davids topple the Goliaths.
• 69 Percent. ‘Coma said 69. Heh, heh.
  
• Photo from My Confined Space. The grape reminded me of my stink-eye.
  

So I’m taking my stink eye to the mirror to stare it at, wonder why one lense for my glasses would cost almost five hundred smackers (thank goodness for insurance) and say stink eye over and over again because it amuses me.

I also enjoy saying the two words Bloated Whitey really fast over and over again, but I digress.