Hank LNU

Really, really pretty too. In a manly way, of course.

Yep, I have two business units I support having their week-long meetings this week. So om bopping back and forth between them. Ever hear the adage that you can't do two things well? So just do one thing?

Me neither. But so what? I just made up an adage, deal with it.

And to top it off? STILL NO BABY! I swear, this baby is so disobedient, it's going to be born into a time out.

Yep, I have two business units I support having their week-long meetings this week. So om bopping back and forth between them. Ever hear the adage that you can't do two things well? So just do one thing?

Me neither. But so what? I just made up an adage, deal with it.

And to top it off? STILL NO BABY! I swear, this baby is so disobedient, it's going to be born into a time out.

Yep, I have two business units I support having their week-long meetings this week. So om bopping back and forth between them. Ever hear the adage that you can't do two things well? So just do one thing?

Me neither. But so what? I just made up an adage, deal with it.

And to top it off? STILL NO BABY! I swear, this baby is so disobedient, it's going to be born into a time out.

It's always good to remember the nature of your enemies. You don't dwell on it, because staring into that blackness has an effect on you, but you shouldn't forget it either. Because when you forget, you start to think that negotiation might work, or that you need to respect their democatic process. No. No. No.

The nature of our enemies is barbarity.

No concept of mercy clouds their purpose, which, ultimately, is the death of my children. I don't have to respect anyone who fervently desires my kids' death. I don't need to understand the greivances of someone who wants my childrens' blood to stain the streets.

And how do I know they want that? Because...they say so. And there's a great quote: "when someone points a gun at your head and says they want to kill you...believe them." That's the lesson of Oslo and Intifada II.

I have no patience for someone who says they want me dead. Someone who says that about my kids has signed their own death warrant with those words. I don't need to understand them, I just need to know where to find them.

This picture makes my blood boil, every time I see it. Because the nature of our enemies is barbarity, and too many people see it and turn away.

So I spent a goodly portion of yesterday, the last day of Passover, in the hospital. But do I have a new child yet? Not so fast, little camper. We spent an hour on the monitor, then two hours walking the halls, then another little while on the monitor, and...got sent home.

Whoopsie.

So I'm taking the day off; we hope she'll go in the next day or so. It's her pattern: a false alarm, then real labor. If she sticks to form. Which, you know, well, each pregnancy is different.

So what I'm saying is...who the hell knows when we're going to have our next kid. Not me, that's for certain.

The really annoying thing is the lady that came into the labor and delivery wing while we were there. Her water had broken (for those of you who haven't gone through this, that means automatic admission. Otherwise, you get put on the monitor and evaluated until you enter what they consider to be real labor), and she was in serious pain. But about 30 minutes later---while we were still walking the halls trying to get something going---she was holding her new baby.

We hate her.

OK, It's a Little Thing. I Admit It.

But I still get really annoyed when:

I hold the door open for someone and when they walk through it, they push it open a little wider. If they want to hold it open for me, that's fine. I appreciate the reciprocation. But that's not it. They just push it open, just a little bit, for themselves. And that's really annoying. It's like I didn't do my job good enough for them. No...they like to walk through a space of 64", and the 62" I opened for them simply wasn't enough. It's like they think I took the power from them, and they need to reassert. Like I said...annoying.


Movie quote: (Winner to receive a Toblerone, if they send me an address): I'll even give you a hint...it's the opening line to the movie.

"So gather 'round as I run it down, and unravel my pedigree: my father...was a junkie."

They caught the "Boss of Bosses" after 40 years on the run. Not something you really want to advertise, don't you think? Youe weren't able to catch the guy for so long. Whoopsie.

It's Good To Be Home

I spent time in London and Stockholm, and now I'm back.

London was fantastic. Truly excellent.

But Stockholm was absolutely amazing. There are lots of places I haven't been—Prague and Vienna being two that come immediately to mind—that are supposedly beautiful. But I can say that of all the places I've been, Stockholm is the prettiest physically. The actual structure of the place, I mean. There's a channel going through it, separating the city into three sections, one a small island. Cobblestone streets, narrow alleys, clean. Incredible.

But it's really good to be home.