News and sports and stuff
Unvarnished commentary, without the heavy hand of an editor or those damn ads. Here goes:

--Now they think Mr. Top Evildoer has -- gasp! -- changed his appearance. They keep getting the same question: "Well, Mr. Rumsfeld, you still haven't found the guy. Why not?" Today's answer: "Might be plastic surgery." Translation: "Hell if we know." One wonders if Mr. Top Evildoer might be questioning that decision to crash in Afghanistan (not that he had a lot of choice). I seem to remember hearing an awful lot of noise about what tough, battle-hardened, we-beat-down-the-Evil-Empire warriors they were. Yeah, right. That's why half of them are dead and the other half are huddled up in the hills, wondering what the hell they're going to do when the Dreaded Afghan Winter finally arrives. And where's their "leader?" You call this a war?
--The Texas Rangers now have Carl Everett and John Rocker on the same team. At least when Everett starts hurling accusations of racism, we'll know who the target is. Who's next? Albert Belle? Can Ray Lewis play baseball?
--Grant Hill is to the Orlando Magic what Bill Walton was to the San Diego Clippers: a weak-boned waste of money. If my memory serves me correctly, Walton played 16 games in three years for the Clippers. Hill has played 18 games in two years. Not a bad way to earn $93 million. Wonder if Hill can be Sixth Man of the Year five years from now.
--The Very Large Metropolitan Newspaper has launched a holiday marketing campaign with the slogan, "Discover the wonder inside." Yeah, discover the wonder inside and skip all that depressing shit on the front. I've actually learned a lot this week being a regular, time-starved news consumer. What I'm learning is that newspapers really are doomed. More on that later.
--In local news: We're on Day 3 of the semi-voluntary single dad experiment. While Mom and the Young Daughter are cooling their heels in the Ozarks, I'm herding kids in Texas. Things are going fairly well: The Boy is napping as we speak, and the Old Daughter will be grounded when she comes home from school for transgressions committed yesterday. Don't even remember what they were now, but apparently I was fairly upset at the time. Frozen pizza last night. Today's menu: Steak.

Which means I must go check to see if I have baking potatoes. That's my day, and I'm sticking to it.