Makin' Little Rocks Outta Big Rocks ...

That's what we used to call it in Texas, anyway. Getting a day's worth of work done in the wage slave world was "makin' little rocks outta big rocks." Which beat the hell out of a jobs program put forth by one former gubernatorial candidate, who promised to introduce more folks to "the joys of bustin' rocks."

Speaking of rocks. Or things that rock:


OK, I'm easily amused today. Perhaps a little too easily:

Car crashes coop, kills 20 chickens and roosters

April 9, 2007

SEABROOK, N.H. --Almost two dozen roosters and chickens were killed Easter Sunday when a car crashed their coop.

Police say a Newburyport, Mass., man was drunk when he drove his car over two medians, went airborne and flew 60 feet into a Seabrook barn and coop. Twenty birds were killed in the crash.

David Rice, 53, was charged with aggravated drunk driving and reckless conduct. His car careened off an off-ramp at a high speed, police said.

He was arrested, treated for minor injuries and is scheduled to appear in court on June 15.

I'm thinking the above falls under the heading of "a slow news day." And you'd think there'd be more. This little disagreement in the Middle East, for example. From the NY Times, which should have a separate section on some days labelled "Life Does Not Make Much Sense."

BAGHDAD, April 9 — Tens of thousands of protesters loyal to Moktada al-Sadr, the firebrand Shiite cleric, took to the streets of the holy city of Najaf on Monday, the fourth anniversary of the fall of Baghdad, to demand an end to the American military presence in Iraq. Protesters trod on and burned American flags, waved Iraqi flags and chanted “Death to America!”

It would appear that a lot of Iraqis would like U.S. troops to leave their country. I have the most remarkable coincidence to report: It would appear that a lot of Americans would like U.S. troops to leave Iraq, as well. Although we're a lot more polite about it and hardly ever burn anyone else's flag, much less wish anything beyond a mild case of gastrointestinal upset upon an entire nation of people whom we've never met.

Whew. Enough with the rant. The hot water took its own sweet damn time to warm up this morning, so I wound up having to take the kids to school again, despite having woken up around 5:45 am. I ran 3.2 iPod-less miles on the way back at a leisurely rate, then went to the gym and swam a 1/2-mile at a leisurely rate.

Came home for some minor domestic disturbance and managed to wind up working hard most of the day. Threw together some bread (mostly white flour, but mixed a little hand-ground wheat, seven-grain and wheat germ flour into the mix) this afternoon.

Still adjusting to new contacts. The extended wear ones hurt like hell. The softer ones, not so much. Still, it's aggravating. I need to bite the bullet and get a new pair of glasses, but I'm probably third in line. Only so much money goes into the FSA every month. Sigh.

Still have quite a bit of rocks to bust.