Saturday Night Live

I am someone who thought SNL crossed the line last Saturday. Their depiction of David Paterson was not a spoof of the governor. It was a poor attempt at humor at the expense of all those that are visually impaired.

Here are Sunny with her pups John, Paul, George, Ringo and Penny Lane. These dogs were rescued because the family could not keep them. Dog rescue has never been busier with puppy mills closing, home foreclosures and the economy the way it is.
This holiday season a movie depicting the antics of a Labrador retriever will debut. It is the holiday wish of those who rescue that people will not base a dog decision on a movie about labs. Please encourage friends and family to carefully consider the acquisition of a dog. If the decision is made to adopt, please consider rescue.

A letter to President Bush

Dear Mr. President,
Where are you? Years ago I remember you standing on a pile of rubble in New York with a bullhorn. Many Americans took faith in that moment. Now, now that the economy is in a tailspin, one in ten homeowners are in foreclosure or late with payments, now that so many Americans have lost their jobs; where are you? Oh - Yes, I do see you pardoning turkeys, giving tours of the white house Christmas trees but that's not what I mean. I mean talking to the country everyday. Telling us what you are doing, who you're talking to, how you are working with congress to resolve important issues. From my view point it appears as though we have no president. We're caught in a gray area where Barak is not offical and you don't give a damn. Just today you happened to mention that we are in a recession. My question to that is where have you been? You truly are out of touch. You have about 46 days left. Will you use them or waste them at the coutry's expense?

Slime

Slime, that's right. I had slime in my rear tire tube. I admit it! In the interest of spending less time repairing flats and more time riding I tried using a tube that is supposed to seal small punctures with a green slime that resides inside the tube. Guess what? It failed me and left me stranded. Oh sure, I tried to a repair the tube that should need not repair. No dice. My backup new tube was damaged during installation. So, with the glue running out, the sun setting and the temps dropping it was my cell phone that turned out to be the ultimate repair tool.
The good news. After examining the tube and e-mailing the kind folks that spend their days putting slime in those tubes they have informed me that my tube was defective and that they would mail me out a new one. New slime! Oh Joy! Slime don't fail me now.