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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
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This will be my last post for several days. As I type, Hewey's (my HP Pavillion zu1175) fan is making the most awful loud rythmic grating noise. So, tomorrow, Hewey will be shipped back to the Mother Ship for repairs. HP is quite good at this sort of thing. I hope to have Hewey back by Monday or Tuesay of next week. So until then, au revoir!
And speaking of French, I'll be glued to the tube tomorrow morning and for the rest of the week for the finale of the Tour de France. Go Lance!
8:50:38 PM 
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So, the fun continues with Clemmie's bout of diarrhea. She got into something this weekend and has been trotting since Sunday. One's routine certainly changes when one's big Bouvier has bowel control issues. We'd successfully avoided accidents up until yesterday evening. But then, Peter came home and was changing clothes when he slid into a fresh incident that was cunningly camoflauged by the oriental carpet. Peter hopped off to the shower. He then made the discovery that Clemmie output is particularly clingy - even when assaulted with the full force of a shower massage shower head. Peter was grossed out for the rest of the evening.
Clemmie is now on a diet of rice mixed with a little kibble and is imprisioned in the kitchen during the day. Hopefully this episode will pass, so to speak within the next day or two.
8:43:58 PM
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Molly Ivins is my new hero. She has the best salty language. She can swear creatively with the best of them. I can only hope to approach her accumen. Actually, she's a classic Good Old Boy Texan. Drawls, swears and tells great stories. Here are a few choice tidbits from last night's speech:
I am reduced to hapless merriment every time one of you Alaskans utters the following: "It's a real scorcher today."
I have a mad passionate crush on John Ashcroft. Everytime I look at him, I think "sex."
Molly spent the past ten days fishing with Fran Ulmer. Today, I happened to find out where she spent most of those ten days - at an Agulawok fishing lodge owned by several GCI execs. What a hoot. My ex-boss, an extremely nice man, great fisherman, and a true conservative happened to be out there at the same time. He kept his mouth shut - Molly would have shredded him in about two seconds.
8:31:34 PM
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Last night, Peter and I trundled off to hear the nationally syndicated and very entertaining Texas liberal (is the phrase "Texas liberal" an oxymoron?) columnist Molly Ivins. She was in town doing a benefit speech for the Alaska chapter of the ACLU. Actually, this was the second speech of her trip - the first sold out and she graciously agreed to an added performance.
The audience was almost as entertaining as Ivins herself - all the liberals in Anchorage gathered in one convienent location. One well placed neutron bomb could obliterate all ten of us. Actually, there were 500 hundred people in attendance. And that's only one half of the Anchorage liberal population - the other half attended her first speech ten days ago.
And actually, sitting in the crowd last night, I found that I was not that comfortable. I'm not really a liberal - I'm a moderate. Who at this point in time thinks that the liberals are more on point about matters of personal freedom than the Republicans.
8:16:28 PM
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