Pacific Views

Grumbling and Griping

I was supposed to go to a dinner this evening where Howard Dean was speaking, and I should be sitting here right this minute blogging my notes from it. It would have been so cool. But instead, a shattered wineglass crashed into my hand on its way towards a lower elevation, and I spent the evening in the emergency room getting six anesthetic shots (that stuff never seems to work on me properly) and about that many stitches in my finger.

Did I *have* to decide to do the dishes before getting dressed? I mean, I could have chosen a less hazardous time-filler with ease. Homework, laundry, some of the lingering unpacking that needs doing... Not that I'm bitter, or anything.

But the point, and there is a point here, is that I don't expect to be blogging much for a bit for the simple reason that it takes too long to type like this right now. This is a time consuming hobby even when I'm not pecking along at 1/4 speed. And I'm definitely not at the level where I get to have minions, but rather where a thing like this diminishes my miniony charms in the eyes of evil overlords with an open position.

(When in doubt, it's more salubrious to make cheesy sci-fi analogies than to weep.)

So anyway, I'll see you all around in a few days. By which time I'll have gone back to sulking over important things like bloody-minded politicians and apathetic electorates.