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NOTHING

Today is one of those days when I have nothing to blog about.

I thought that I would say something about Bob Edwards being chucked from NPR's Morning Edition. He is not going quietly into the morning. I have a thing about 'fixtures' in spots like this. I am so tired of his 'I have been here so long I own this', smarmy voice; but then, the idea that some other heavy breather would take over the slot; someone who was even more annoying (if that is possible) freezes me mid-laugh. I have to admit, that it is not a big deal for me. I am no longer a big NPR listener. I got tired of all that of superior non-profit attitude they all have over there. I don't know who is the worst. It used to be that awful Susan Stamberg but they nudged her aside long ago; she and Bob were the original couple on All Things Considered; now Bob's nudged. And so on. Anyway, by the time I thought this over I didn't want to write about it.

I thought that I might do something about the fact that Howard Dean is gettin' ready to actually endorse Kerry. But now that I get to it, I find low energy for the job. I am sorry to say that I think it is too little too late. I was ready for Dr. Dean to re-emerge at some later time to start something or do something but endorsing Kerry is not it. I am afraid that perhaps he already has done the thing he was supposed to do and that he is no longer a player. The people who supported him are way-there. MoveOn is there. Some of the money that supported him is flowing in other directions. The Demo Party will never be the same at least for awhile. He did a good job. That is it. But, it is so boring to see him make a big deal of this I decided not to write about it.

My daughter Lisa is here. We had a wonderful first day. A great bike ride. Nice times. But it is too soon in the week to write in the blog and besides I am somewhat guarded about other people's privacy so I would not make a big deal out of it.

We are down on movies. With company in the house and the impact of the weekend mail wave interrupting the DVD flow, we have no films to watch; perhaps later. I cannot write about something that I have not done.

Let's see. What else do I not want to write about. That is about it. The bushers are so comic at the moment with their own gyrations; how many positions can you use to cover your ass? Look at them fly. No need to point at that. It is almost embarrassing.

OK that is it. No blog entries today. There's nothing to write about.