A little on the nippy side here this morning (3°). We got a fair amount of snow yesterday, too, so everything’s nice and clean and white out there. Otherwise, I’m debating on whether I ought to call in sick today or not. I’m better than I was, but still a little under the weather. I could definitely use another day to sleep and play some Dead Space (great game, by the way; very creepy) once in a while. We’ll see, I guess. I’m not much for calling in, but I’d just as soon not suffer a relapse. Have a good one.

Today on Press the Meat there’s only one guest: President-elect Barack Obama.

Faze the Nation has Chris Dodd, Alabama cracker Jeff Sessions, and Hot, Flat and Stupid Tom Friedman.

On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace has the other Alabama cracker, Dick Shelby, plus Carl Levin, Lizard Queen Condi Rice, and the usual fuxheads.

Lizard woman makes another appearance at the Goebbels network. Also on with George Sufalufagus is Ron Gettelfinger, President of the United Automobile Workers. Plus, at the roundtable, it’s George :jerk: Will, Cokie “the hag” Roberts, Peggy “A Rose for ROnnie” Noonan, and E.J. Dionne.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Lesley Stahl visits Saudi Arabia, Morley Safer profiles Julian Schnabel, and they’ll trot out an old Mike Wallace interview with David Frost, done shortly before the Frost/Nixon interviews aired in 1977.

Not one mention of Pearl Harbor. I guess with all the infamy we’ve seen in the last eight years, Pearl Harbor just doesn’t stack up these days.

For you folks in the NYC area, Marc Maron will be at Union Hall in Brooklyn tonight at 9:15 (for free, even).

Have a good Sunday.

It was a long week, but Saturday has come again so that we can enjoy the too short weekend. Usually there’s lots of work to do on the weekend, but it’s different work, so I guess that makes it better, although it is truly hard to enjoy doing the wash or, even worse, painting a room.

These next few weekends are going to be very low on the enjoyment factor because the Christmas holidays loom. While laundry and other sundry household jobs still need to be accomplished, there is also the Christmas to-do list, which, in spite of my best efforts, always requires shopping. And, while I can do most of it on line I have not learned to do all of it that way.

There is also the issue of the tree!

This year that little granddaughter will be here on Christmas and that means the whole Santa Claus bit. ( I think she knows there is no Santa, but she doesn’t want to disappoint us by letting on.) Thus, I’m going to have to find some spot in the living room, which was never designed as a arbor, to put a TREE. Said tree will then become the best jungle gym ever for the cats who think that installing a tree for them to climb is a stroke of genius on my part. Better yet, the tree will be filled with shiny little objects that just cry out to be stalked and smacked and thrown to the floor where they can be pushed and chased. The dogs, thankfully not designed for tree climbing, will satisfy themselves by brushing against that tree and trying their best to knock it down.

The tree will reside with us for a very short time.

I’d better get moving. PJ I hope you feed better. Fellow travelers on the MS blog, this Saturday open thread would be greatly improved by your contributions. Vernon did a great job a couple of weeks ago. ‘Tis time for greater participation.

Have a good one!

As I suspected, this was one very long week indeed. It’s good to get it the hell over with. I just need to push through one more day of feeling like crap, and then I’m gonna try like hell to sleep ’til Monday. In the meantime, you gotta love Barney Frank:

“At a time of great crisis with mortgage foreclosures and autos, [Obama] says we only have one president at a time,” Frank said. “I’m afraid that overstates the number of presidents we have. He’s got to remedy that situation.”

Kinda warm this morning, but winter is supposed to return this afternoon. We might even get some snow, though I don’t know if there’ll be enough to break in the new snowshoes. Still not really feeling up to it anyway. Three weeks ’til X-Mas, which means in a month it’ll be 2009. Have to get ready for the big Twilight Zone Marathon. I think it’s time to start burning some vacation time.

So, as expected, Saxby Chambliss retains his Senate seat. Well, goodie for him and for the all the wonderful folks in Georgia. The media seem to be treating this as a “big comeback” by the GOP. Will these Bozos ever get it?

Oh, and why the hell are they still giving Sarah Palin coverage, as if she wasn’t a twit and a loser? Is she really the best the Republicans can do? And will the media install her as the next preznit after they declare the Obama presidency failed?

Well, if it’s what God wants, then that’s how it’ll be, I guess. As Roger Waters wrote, “what God wants, God gets. God help us all.”

Meanwhile, it kinda sounds like Hillary isn’t eligible to be Secretary of State. Wouldn’t that be interesting? Let the conspiracy theories begin.

The good news is my snowshoes came yesterday. The bad news is there’s no snow. The good news is I feel like crap, so I wouldn’t be going out to use them anyway. The bad news is that the dogs didn’t get out yesterday, and I don’t know if I’ll be up to getting them out today, either.

Bleh, back to work today. I managed to get some sort of cold, so I have a sore throat and am blowing a bit of nasty bloody snot out of my head (too much information, I know). Even worse, I just realized that it’s December, and my car inspection was up in November. So now I have to drive around like a fugitive until I get it taken care of. I really need to retire so I can have the time to take care of all this crap (or at least stay home so I don’t have to).

On Press the Meat today, it’s a visit from Pickles Bush, on to offer her take on Thorazine, smiling like Carol Burnet’s “Nora Desmond,” and other tips on being a good little Republican wife. Also, it’s Afghanistan’s Ambassador to the United States, Said Jawad and Ted Turner.

Faze the Nation apparently gave their web guy the weekend off.

On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace has l’il Lindsey Graham, Claire McCaskill, and one of the Senate’s biggest scumbags (and that’s saying a lot), Saxby Chambliss. Plus the usual fuxheads, of course.

At the Goebbels network, George Snufalufagus has Husain Haqqani, Pakistan’s Ambassador to the United States, on to say “no we di’int,” plus Senators Jack Reed and Dick Lugar. Then, at the roundtable, it’s George :jerk: Will, Dickface Matt Dowd, political mastermind Donna Brazile, and former Pentagon spokebitch, Torie Clarke.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Michael Phelps tells Anderson Cooper what it’s like to be an Olympic Champion, and perhaps one of the worst actors ever, Lara Logan talks to Monica Brown, who won the Silver Star for saving two wounded men during a firefight when she was only 18 years old, and Steve Kroft does a story on online poker.

Shit, back to work tomorrow. I predict one long damn week. Have good one.

Once again it is Saturday and we get to recover a bit from the Thanksgiving relatives and food. And, that will take some recovering.

Meanwhile, an old and predictable scene is playing out at my house. We bought a new HDTV. It isn’t a huge one but it replaces a tube TV, which can only be described as having a very fat behind. It is also too heavy for only one man to move and I am no help in that endeavor. Hubby, as always, promised that he will dispose of old fatso at the dump, where there is a shed for no longer wanted but none the less usable stuff. But, he is conflicted. Throwing working things out is a sin. And so, old fatso is presently taking up valuable space on the bedroom floor.

He wants to give it away, but no one wants it. We will argue. We will trip over it. It will be an unused reminder of our place in this disposable society. Maybe it will be moved to the basement where it will be in his way and will keep company with other unwanted but possibly usable stuff, cramming that space and making the space itself useless. Eventually, of course, it will make its way to the dump, but by then it will be so old that there will be no chance that someone else will take it.

On this Thanksgiving weekend I am thankful for many things, family, friends, blogs and a new president among them. Old fatso, however, does not make the list.

Uh oh, little granddaughter who is visiting, is awake and wants breakfast and attention which she is very good at getting.

Gotta get going. Have a good one!