We have a new laptop.  I'm trying to get used to it.  It feels nice and it looks great but it has a different operating system from the old laptop.  So far, so good, but I can't find my email.

Oh well.

Last night I got home from Josie's spring concert (my last one, after 24 years) fired up the computer to see 43 new emails.

They were all from my family and friends ranting over the miscarriage of justice known as American Idol.

Well, I'm sorry but I can't get my undies in a bunch over the fact that two new singers are going to have successful careers.  Nothing is going to stop Adam Lambert from taking his rightful place as a superstar.  Not nobody, not nohow.

We'll see if Kris legion of adoring adolescent girls will buy his cds.

Fortunately, the email avalanche (emailavanche?) quickly devolved from Kris vs. Adam to how Sweet Daddy is Rod Stewart and reminiscences of attending Kiss concerts in our youth to whether or not Joey is George Costanza.  All in all, a welcome laugh from the melodrama playing out in real life.

As to MCTC and basketball, our esteemed president, having been told by one and all that he was drunk, did not in fact sit down.  Instead he tried to tap dance.  It would be funny if it weren't for the carnage.

As I pointed out to Jay the other day; we are fortunate in our problems.

I still have work to do, so I'd best get at it.

 

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