Eight Feet Deep

Never did I imagine that Al Gore would win the Nobel Peace Prize for his work on global warming. I always thought he should get the science prize for inventing the Internet. That’s a joke son.

On a more serious note, Al Gore would be nuts to run for president. Hopefully, he has realized that he can do more good outside of office than inside. And just think how the presidency ages a person. Then again, I don’t care for any of the major Democratic candidates. Too bad Mike Gravel and Bill Richardson are lost causes.

	Num	Perc.	Country Name
	63	80.77%	United States
	3	3.85%	Canada
	3	3.85%	Russian Federation
	2	2.56%	Sweden
	1	1.28%	Argentina
	1	1.28%	Singapore
	1	1.28%	Hong Kong
	1	1.28%	Israel
	1	1.28%	Netherlands
	1	1.28%	Australia
	1	1.28%	United Kingdom

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As you might notice from what is now two posts, I am stretching out a bit with format and appearance, insofar as the text area of the blog goes. This is carried out through Google Docs and if I learn how to use it to my maximum advantage then I could possibly make the blog look better. I’m sorry though, I can’t do anything about the writing.

In the photo above are statistics and graphics from my StatCounter page which shows from which countries the last 100 visitors to EFD hail and what percentage that is of the total visitors for the period of time, which is about 48 hours. As you may notice, I’m not burning up the blogosverse but some of the flags are pretty cool.

“Smiling like a possum eating briars.”

Fred Thompson apparently didn’t embarrass himself Tuesday during his first debate in the race for the Republican presidential nomination. But he also didn’t wow everyone with his debating prowess.

“I don’t think he shot up, but he didn’t hurt himself,” says Ronald Rapoport, a political scientist at The College of William & Mary in Williamsburg, Va. Early in the debate, Thompson “didn’t seem like someone who had been in a lot of movies and TV – he was the actor who didn’t really act very well,” Dr. Rapoport said. “But I think he finished much stronger.”

Well, it isn’t whether you win or lose, it’s how you show up. But what difference does it make, one must ask?

This year the public has been inundated with presidential debates. Just when it seems like everyone and their dog

Slowly, slowly, slowly, up comes Blogger. It seems when it rains computer issues it pours a river of needed updates as well as various and sundry type of cliches. As was said by the Earl of Sandwich: “I’ll have mine on rye, cut the mayo.” Yes, this is the lunacy into which I have descended due to a veritable plethora of computer woes. And it wasn’t just my computer either. No, I sent my work computer to Washington, D.C., to be fixed. With a little luck it will be back in the morning. We shall see about that.

But I am happy that I was able to fix the problem on my laptop without shelling out dollars that I definitely do not have. My repair work did require the complete reinstallation of Windows 2000, thus I lost my Office Suite and now suppose I will have to fall back on the free Open Office program. I also lost every other item that wasn’t tied down so now I will have to reconstruct my body of laptop work. It is, however, better than the alternatives. Plus, I added a printer. Constructive or no?

With that as the backdrop, I think I will wait until tomorrow to talk about Fred Thompson or Pol Pot or whomever comes to mind. Until then …

The sound of gently, falling water was heard a few minutes ago from outside. It was bright and sunny out but we were still getting a quick downpour.

Knowing that you can find practically anything on the Internets (See #8 of Top 10 Bushisms), I set about looking for an the old saying about this meteorology phenomenon also known as a sunshower.

My dad used to say whenever it was raining and the sun was shining that “the Devil was beating his wife.” I had never given much thought to whether that was some wonderfully humorous absurdity he made up, as he was frequently known to, or if the saying was some colloquialism. It turns out the latter but it would be 40 or so years before I ever really considered whether Satan was even married. It also is apparent that Southerners aren’t the only ones with strange expressions for freakish events, although where I live a sunshower is likely to happen a couple of times a day especially during the summer or early fall. According to Wikipedia:

“In Poland: the saying is that ‘when the sun is shining and the rain is raining, the witch is making butter.'”

Unfortunately, I don’t really see it. It wouldn’t strike me that a witch, as in lore rather than those of today, would like or like to make butter. Maybe she was going to give it to the devil’s wife after the Devil finished beating her. I don’t know.