Well, I guess I had to pull a Monica on some aspect of this.

I wanted the pescetarian diet to last all of January, or 31 days.  Instead, I did 25.  I’m having grilled chicken for dinner tonight, and it is divine.  It tastes soooooo bad.  (Imagine such from a piece of grilled chicken breast.  Heh.)

What happened?  Well, let me tell you.  We had a birthday lunch at Rosie’s for a colleague today.  There is exactly one thing on the Rosie’s menu I’ve had that I know I like, and it doesn’t fit into a pescetarian diet.

So I had the shrimp quesadilla, which was a good, solid C+.

Back at my desk this afternoon, not ten seconds after I’d burped said C+ meal, Lea called and asked about dinner.  “Want to do fish tonight?”

Um, no.  Not a lick.  Not a hundredth of a lick.

Paused a bit more, and said “get chicken.  I’ll grill it.”

I’m not all that broken up about it.  The red meat abstinence is intact, and shall remain so effortlessly for the rest of the month.  It was the most important part of the equation anyway.  The point was to build interesting alternatives, and I’ve got a lot of those.  I’ll share in my post of February 1.

Please don’t be disappointed in me.  I’m not in myself.

I grew up attending an absolutely spectacularly beautiful church.  Little kids can’t contextually appreciate such, so consequently, I was well into adolescence before I really realized that not all churches were so.

I stopped by Grace’s home page tonight, and was delighted to discover that my first church now has a female rector.  That is so cool.

I guess it’d be semi-crazy to drive down one Sunday morning to hear what she has to say, but I still might do it.

I’ve been friends with Saintseester for most of three years now.  She is frosty.  I am attracted to her intelligence, her wit, and her character.

In all this time, I’ve never actually watched a Saints game in the same room with her.  As it turns out, the first one will be the most important Saints game that has occurred in that time.  She’s having a few folks around for tonight’s NFC championship game vs. the Vikings.  They win this one, and it’s off to Super Bowl XLIV to face the Colts-Jets winner.  (Looking a lot like the Colts at this writing.)

See, here’s the thing.  She’s not eating properly, and she didn’t get any sleep last night.  Now that’s a disruptive fanhood.

I’m looking forward to the fellowship, the crawfish pie, and the game itself, but I must admit a certain sociological curiosity here too.  Will I recognize my friend?

If, heaven forbid, the Saints drop the game, will I be pegged as the changed factor in the equation, and never be invited back?  Heh.

Go Saints!

Hey, you might have heard that a Republican won Teddy Kennedy’s old Senate seat in one the bluest states of the Union this week.  That’s as upset as upset gets in politics.

Is this a stunning rebuke of Obama’s far left policy, particularly on health care?  Is this another ripple of the wave that also contains (seeming) oddities like a GOP governor of New Jersey?

No.  Obama blames Bush.  Get your brain around this:  people are still so angry with George W. Bush that they are electing Republicans in Massachusetts.

So what’s our esteemed president going to do?  Is he going to—nightmare of nightmares (for someone like me who dreads the idea of a second Obama term)—own some culpability, pivot to the middle, and give his likability a tremendous shot in the arm?

Nope.  Obama’s decided you haven’t heard enough about what he wants to do, so he’s decided to start “speaking directly to the American people.”  I swear.

You may recall this was the plan four months ago as well.  Someone explain to me how this is indicative of anything but rank stupidity.

Mind, as Mark Steyn points out today, the stupidity isn’t that Obama actually believes what he’s saying.  Rather, it’s that he’s stupid enough to think we’re stupid enough to believe that’s the problem.

If you really do think  Barack Obama’s problem is insufficient “speaking to the American people,” then you are delusional beyond help, because the reality is that the jackass never shuts upObama gave 158 interviews and 411 speeches his first year in office.  Care to guess where that ranks among all presidents?  It’s #1—by a bunch.

So sit with me and take in the practiced and inspired oratory of Barack Obama, you dumb bunch of damned rubes who just can’t get it.  He’s trying to help us.  Remember, he is The One.  I’m sure speech #412 is going to click it over for you.

For all we hear about how intelligent and inspired Barack Obama is, to date he is easily the worst president of my lifetime at the public relations aspects of day-to-day politics.  I mean, this guy is remarkably obtuse.  I once doubted his arrogance would sustainedly blind him to these realities.  Now I’m beginning to doubt that it won’t.

Is he so pompous and self-absorbed that he’d refuse any humility whatsoever, all but costing himself a plausible chance at a second term?  He just might be.

Hammer down, President Obama.  You’re doing a hell of a job.

Finally ending one of the great mysteries of our time, John Edwards has admitted fathering a little girl with Rielle Hunter, a video assistant on his campaign and his mistress.

“To all those I have disappointed and hurt, these words will never be enough, but I am truly sorry.” – John Edwards

“…that I got caught.” – Bo

Edwards, you’re a smarmy, hypocritical asshole.  Go away forever.  Stay away from normal people.  Or try that remorse tour.  That should be good for laughs.

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