Ever notice how the headlines on stories from Iraq are always about how many more Americans have died? Never about how many more "insurgents," or (fat chance) "terrorists," have bought it in contact with American GI’s on patrol or otherwise in battle. Why, you’d almost think the headline writers were working for the enemy. Naw. More likely, for Harry Reid.
Garbage wars, part 3: Ever since the city of Austin broke our garbage can lid with their automated truck three weeks ago, we’ve been waiting for them to come and replace the big plastic can. Called three times in the past three weeks and gotten nothing but promises–always, oddly, promised within 24 hours. Nothing’s happened yet. Now we’re playing with real garbage, which they did not pick up at all last week. Yesterday they promised to come get it today. Haven’t shown up yet. By 7:48 p.m. it was clear they weren’t coming. Again.
To mow or not to mow: Supposed to rain big this afternoon and tonight. So should I hustle and get the backyard mowed this morning, knowing that all that rain will make the grass grow quicker than usual and I’ll be back mowing again by the weekend? Or let it go until after the rain? I’m letting it go. No surprise there, right?
Back to normal. The Site Meter went through the roof yesterday with collateral hits from The Fat Guy, who got the real Instalanch–i.e. thousands of uniques from one post picked up by Instapundit putting down Compact Fluorescent Bulbs. I got about a hundred of the uniques who used Scott’s recent link to RoboCow, such that the total for the day here topped out at 162, about twice normal in recent months. But it’s over. About ten minutes ago I notice the difference between today and yesterday on the meter: yesterday it was about 60 at this time. Today, it’s 12.
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