Heifers in organza

Most of us have known all along the Bushes wouldn’t know a real ranch if it fell out of the sky on top of them. Even so, this is pretty WTF? :

Jenna’s twin sister, Barbara, will serve as maid of honor and wear a gown designed by Rose and dyed a “moonstone” blue to match Barbara’s eyes. “It’s a long-to-the-floor gown, but it’s in a soft shimmery fabric, so it still seems appropriate to an outdoor ranch setting,” Rose said.

Because nothing says “ranching” like a shimmering floor-length gown…

Actually though, there’s hint of accuracy in this. The Preznit’s Crawford residence is not a ranch, it’s just “an outdoor ranch setting.”

… Is this thing on?

Wow, this place looks a lot like a blog I used to have. It’s been so long since I posted though, I’m just not sure.

I fell off the internets, and they drove off without me.

An unexpected power outage on Saturday left about half the town, including me, without power for about an hour. When the power came back on, I couldn’t get back on the internet. I tried the usual tweaks, to no avail.

1) I have satellite broadband, so if things go completely kaput, there’s a limit to what I can fix by myself.

2) I live in a tiny town (it’s actually a village. No, really.) up in the hills and my internet provider is a small company run by just a couple of folks. Nice guys, but things don’t happen fast.

The sun set Saturday evening on a place with no broadband. Like Willie said,

“I wandered through the darkness, my footsteps were unsure.

I lived within a world that had no sunshine.”

Actually, I just had to resort to watching television, going outside … talking on the phone … reading …

I even had to socialize. Twice. With real, live people!

Three and half days passed. Long, but mostly uninteresting, story short, I got my reprogrammed router back from my provider yesterday. Just in time for First Draft‘s Indiana/North Carolina primary Crack Van. Six Hours in the Crack Den, waiting for the votes from Gary. (Sung to the tune of “Six Days on the Road.”) You know, really, ya’ll… I will vote for the Democratic nominee and all, no matter what…but with all my heart, I wish HRC would stand the fuck down. I also wish the MSM would do the honorable thing, shoot itself into the sun, and that a living, breathing real free press would arise from its ashes.

Yeah. So, anyway the tubes are back on here at casa virgo.