First, I’d like to say that I wasn’t a big Al Franken fan when he wrote for and appeared on SNL. Second, if you’re a registered Republican, you’re probably not going to enjoy this book. Having said that, this is the second book by the author I’ve read and I’ve really enjoyed both. Hey, I’m man enough to admit that I’m a liberal commie bastard, I really liked it.
In a nutshell, the book is a response to the conservative media: Fox News, Ann Coulter, et al. I’m not going to claim the book is gospel, but it makes some fair points – and it was entertaining. However, it’s not one joke after another. There are some serious discussions of issues that don’t lend themselves to non-stop humor – and the author wisely doesn’t try.
I came into this one with absolutely no preconceived notions as to what I would write. This one’s all about taking up space. Ah, what lofty ambitions I harbor. It’s been a while since I’ve posted for five days in a row, and I’ve got what I intended for today’s entries safely tucked away on my hard drive at work – so I’m all set for tomorrow. It’s today I’ve got to worry about.
I was a little embarrassed with myself today. Although I’ve got no love for what I feel is the greatest threat to western civilization this side of the Potomac, namely, Cracker Barrel, I found myself agreeing to eat lunch there with my co-workers. Not one smart remark, not one hint of dissent. Man am I a wuss. Cheryl happened to call me just before we left. She asked me where we were going, I told her, and she laughed at me. Man that’s cold. The Cracker Barrel phenomenon doesn’t bother her a bit, but she knows how I feel. We are married after all. Love hath no bounds, unless there’s an opportunity to salt the wounds, then all bets are off baby!
Athor’s note: Did you know that I had a really hard time finding “wuss” in the dictionary? I didn’t have a freaking clue if I spelled it right. If I’m going to call my self something, I figure I ought to spell it right, even if it is just slang. Ain’t that right cuz?
Author’s note, part deux: “ain’t” was in the dictionary, but “cuz” wasn’t.
After exhaustive research, experimentation, and countless case studies, I’ve concluded that longer delays rinsing your coffee mug – do not always result in increasing cleaning difficulties. There’s a point at which the graph plotting “wait time” and “cleaning effort expended” flattens out – a little something I like to call “The Procrastinator’s Payoff Effect.” This effect is punctuated by the “Oh F&%# It Point,” where the diminishing return on diligence is most pronounced. Studies show that the O.F.I. Point is typically reached anywhere between 18 and 24 hours (depending on atmospheric conditions), when the remaining coffee slurry is almost fully cured.
Once again my tireless efforts have proven the obvious, at almost no expense to you, the reader. No thanks are necessary.