What Happened to KVUE 24's Bianca Balogh?
Anyone here in Austin know what happened to the oh-so-delicious Bianca Balogh? She was the heavenly vision masquerading as the weekend morning anchor on KVUE News. Jeeze, she didn't last long. Haughty and hottie don't always mix well.

Nothing to It
Smoked about a third of a bummed cigarette over at my friends' house tonight. Boring. There's nothing to it. And that's the attitude I need to keep. I hear that New Yorkers are pissing and moaning about Mayor Bloomberg trampling on their civil rights and making smoking such a pain in the ass, but so what? That's why I could never be a libertarian: because I don't believe that people know what's best for themselves in all cases. Is there any question that cigarette smoking is the single most destructive scam in the whole world? It's a long-term plot, but one worth pursuing: make smoking an anti-social habit and it will help poor bastards like me realize what needs to happen to help restore people's health.

Meteorological Madness
Here in Austin, Texas, where we have a minimum of six months of summer per year, the role of TV weatherman has assumed an importance far in excess of its actual value. We have a lot of well-respected meteorologists working for the various network affiliates and they've all been here since I was a kid. You know 'em: Murray, Spencer, Kimmel, Smith, et al. Now, these guys have been around long enough to be secure in their presentations and they only take a minimum of guff from the anchors, whose job it is to segue into and out of them with witty badinage. Not that they're so great at forecasting; they suck at that as much as the newest of the new. But, the point is that they are only somewhat less likely than the second tier of meteorological talent to give into the mindless whining that's sure to come with even the slightest indication of rain or cooler weather. It drives me insane when one of these people clucks and moans about how it's going to rain, as though the very thought might destroy all our plans and force us into gloomy, inhospitable shelters. Oh, just shut up! We haven't seen an inch of rain for almost two months and your impulse is to complain about how the kids might have to have an Easter egg hunt under umbrellas? What crap! Let it rain! Let it be cool! We've got six months of 90 degree-plus weather around the corner and humidity levels to match. So shut the hell up, already!!!

As for the war...
I am and have been a steadfast supporter of the Bush Doctrine, which is apparently a policy of kicking the ass of those states and cabals which advocate the triumph of Arab and Muslim fascism and terrorism over the liberty-loving culture of the Judeo-Christian West. It's really no great leap or any sort of value judgement for which any thinking American should have to spend much time in contemplation: you either believe that speaking your mind freely is superior to being arrested and tortured for your dissent or you don't. If you want to equivocate and hide behind the academic pretenses of moral relativism and NOT, as George Carlin might say, "step on that fuck before it reaches the children," then you will awake to another 11th of September and find that your "tolerance" was a vector to the disease that now will kill you. But it's not just Islamofascism that endangers us. Same goes for that hydrocephalic degenerate running North Korea. He, too, wants to die and spare himself the shame of knowing his own inferiority, but he's so wrapped up in being North Korea that it is nothing to him that millions of his subjects should die with him before his funeral pyre, turning to terra cotta soldiers in a disintegrating nuclear wind.

Anyhow, I am very proud of and grateful to those good men and women in our armed forces who are paying the price asked of them. They are brave beyond words and we owe them our deepest respect.

Props to The Corner on National Review Online
One of my favorite destinations on the internet is The Corner at National Review Online. Lots of rapid-fire, factoidal conservative goodness. I would certainly credit that blog with my desire to create my own here on Tripod. It should be a lot of fun. So long as I can overcome the great need to smoke a cigarette.

All Beware the Unsmoking God
I HAVE QUIT SMOKING and this web log is a mental toothpick or nipple or ice cube or piece of gum to help me resist the urge to SMOKE ANY AND ALL COMBUSTIBLE SUBSTANCES WITHIN MY REACH, BY GOD!!! Whew. It comes and goes like that. Long patches of calm (even nonchalance, oui?) punctuated by an urge to stick a long, smooth ---HEY! Cut it out. Now's no time for your gay impressions.

Anyhow, this is my web log. I'm not too sure if I'm doing everything correctly or if that contract I just agreed to doesn't include the surrender of my precious scrotality at some point, but we'll see.

It's a drizzly day here and I like it that way, see. Don't get me started on these meteorological hacks and the anchors who goad them. Sunshine, you see, is the very ideal. But, did you know that Christians call the day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday Black Saturday? Is that true or is it just something I scraped off of cable access?