In which I bullet point

ostriches-head-in-sandJust  a couple of things that are rolling around in my head; do with them what you will:

  • President Obama did the right thing– politically, morally, and legally– by going to Congress for authorization to attack Syria.  I have no idea whether he’ll get it, but this thing where we just attack other countries without a declaration of war because the President wants to needs to stop.  That said, the AUMF is probably too broad, and for it to matter Obama’s going to have to pay attention to what Congress says to do, which he doesn’t actually have to.
  • Congress should say no, and Obama shouldn’t have wanted to do this in the first place.  Not one more thin fucking dime for bombs in the Middle East; I don’t give a shit what they do to each other anymore.  Chemical weapons, machine guns, eat each fucking other for all I care.  No more goddamn Middle East wars.  There’s no good outcome from this under any circumstances– we take out Assad and bring democracy to Syria, they’re just going to elect an Islamist government– so we shouldn’t do anything at all.  Let them solve their own goddamn civil war.
  • Humanitarians are no doubt thinking humanitarian things based on that last paragraph.  I initially supported the Iraq war on humanitarian grounds; look at where that got us.  “Fuck it” is now officially a position on war.  If that makes me a bad person, I can live with it; if that means tinhorn despots will continue to use chemical weapons to ineffectively kill relatively small numbers of people I can live with that too.
  • NICE OF YOU TO SAY “FUCK IT” WHILE PEOPLE ARE DYING, ASSHOLE:  Refer to “no good outcome” response.  Nothing we can do about this.  Bombing just kills more innocent people.  I’d prefer we not do that, and since there’s no viable positive outcome that means we don’t do it.
  • I was already aware of most of the information in this useful article except for the bit where we’re pissing Russia off, which seems like another reason for this to be a nay-nay war, as John Pinette might say.
  • Notre Dame’s first home game was yesterday, which meant we got our first onslaught of poorly-housebroken drunk asshole fucks after the game, two of whom were wearing shirts that said “SOUTH BEND FUCKIN’ INDIANA” on the front and something along the lines of “IF YOU DON’T BLEED BLUE AND GOLD TAKE YOUR BITCH ASS HOME” on the back, displaying the kind of grace and class I’ve come to expect from Notre Dame students over the years.  I considered throwing them out on the spot and settled for making them turn the shirts inside out, then managed to get into a minor Twitter fight this morning while making sure I’d gotten the back of the shirts right.
  • No demolition today in the bathroom; we’ve decided to wait until measuring is done and we have a timeline on the guy coming in to do the tile.  There’s no point in wrecking the bathroom early– possibly a couple of weeks early– when there’s so much else to be done before we can put it back together, even if a three-day weekend would be convenient.
  • Here’s the front of the shirt.
  • It’s probably time to potty train the boy.  There have been Constipation Issues this week.  I don’t like knowing about other people’s poops.
  • Making snow pea beef stir fry tonight.  I am hugely looking forward to it.
  • Looking less forward to having to wade through four inches of grading HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN ALREADY.

Might add more later.  Whee!

In which do not adjust your television

photoSeveral things today, and I need to get all of them typed out in twelve minutes because the baby’s gonna be awake soon.  Whee!

  • I’ve renamed and readdressed the blog to keep in step with my current set of digital identities.  If anybody’s linked to this, it’ll be dead now, but I suspect most of the readers I’ve had (and there’s been a nice spike over the last couple of days) are coming in through Facebook, Twitter, or WordPress rather than a browser link so hopefully anybody who would have done that will notice through one of those channels.
  • I made a frittata this morning for breakfast.  Yes, I cook with things other than eggs in cast iron.  I’ll even do some of that this weekend, since apparently we’re hosting a cookout for Father’s Day.  I’m restraining the urge to make every single recipe that I’ve looked at over the last six months and thought “Damn, I need to start watching sports so that I have an excuse to have people over and make this.”
    I got the recipe out of an actual cookbook, believe it or not– eggs, cream, chorizo (mmmm, chorizo), feta cheese, tomatoes, salt, red pepper, black pepper, and choose-your-own-adventure greens.  I used kale because we had some.  I might use spinach next time.  Also, it didn’t need salt to be added.  Chorizo and feta are already salty enough.  But goddamn did it end up good.  I even managed to do it this time without melting my (brand new, not-vinyl-any-longer) tablecloth.  Yay me!
  • DAMMIT THAT WAS ONLY TWO THINGS WHAT ELSE CRAP
  • I haven’t gotten that recommendation letter done yet.  Today is lawn work and lawn work and then an Anniversary Sale shift at Other Job so once I wake the boy up in a few minutes I’m gonna be busy as hell for the rest of the day.  Hopefully I can get the lawn stuff kicked out of the way with a quickness (unlikely; my lawn is a bastard from hell) so I have some time to write before I leave for work; my mother-in-law is coming at ten to take over the childcare stuff so that I can be outside sweating.
  • Two posts planned in my head, neither of which I can use today.
  • Goddammit there was more I don’t remember and the boy is stirring I’ll update this later if I remember MAYBE I’LL USE MORE PUNCTUATION THIS TIME.

Have a lovely day, children.