Thursday awakes...

And the world looks a little bit better.  Sometimes a night's sleep and some virtual hugs are all you need.

This is going to be hit-n-run, as I must soon eat lunch and then get to work on Time Machine, so here goes.

First, the long-awaited return to work has to wait one more week.  My boss lady tells me that they're only ordering five covers next week- that would get me to within an hour of Monday's first break.  So another week of sleeping in, waking up with a paw around my neck and an eye on my nose.

Second, how about my son KC?  Gets out of a speeding ticket by telling the cop, "I wasn't really in a hurry, my right foot's fat."  The cop gave him a chuckle and a warning.  (NOTE:  Don't try this at home!)

Third, Baseball gives A-Rod a choice:  Make a deal on your suspension, or get a lifetime ban.  Good.  I hope he opts lifetime.  I hear the Northeast Semipro League will take him.  Another A-hole who thinks himself bigger than the game, shockingly learns he's wrong.

Fourth, don't you just love the term, "fracking?"  This practice, using explosives to make it easier to drill oil, leads to the most delightful headlines.  For example, I read on the BBC, "Fracking protesters glued together".  Not only was this mildly amusing on it's own, but the story had a bonus:  one of the two protesters who glued their hands together around a gate in protest was the daughter of Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders.  Can you imagine Anthony Weiner being involved in something involving fracking?  Of course, being a New Yorker, he might not know all the details, leading to something like, "Fracking lost Weiner".

Fifth, wouldn't you like to have the broom concession in Pittsburgh right now?

Sixth, reason 571 on why I despise unions:  a judge had to order the Teamsters in Chicago to stop picketing 16 funeral homes.

The company testified in its filing that union members blocked grieving family members from leaving its parking lot, used bullhorns to shout obscenities at workers and mourners, and unleashed a German Shepard on a dead woman's daughter and husband.

The funeral home was eventually forced to call the police when picketers allegedly disrupted a child's funeral with laughter. The officer asked the Teamsters to leave, but protesters returned when he drove away.


Can you say, callous?  Soul-less?  Wanting respect while giving none?  Screw you, Teamsters.  Screw you, screw you, screw you, and your little dog Harry Reid too.

Okay, dudes and dude-ettes, that's all for now.  Get your tickets for TM tomorrow, and we'll see you then.