The table is set, Madame Speaker

The table is set -- and impeachment is very much on it. We are ready and waiting.

Your turn to serve, please.

Thank you,

~Rayne

Comments

Triciawrites said…

Found your blog thru fdl comments, really enjoyed the raised garden series, I am interested in how your plants are doing.

Btw, I empathize with your red district bubble. (I felt like the other commenter was pulling a fast one)
So keep up the good fight!

7/03/2007 11:58:00 PM

Rayne Today said…

Hey triciawrites, nice to see you. I'll continue to post updates on the plants as the garden matures, likely will have more on Saturday.

And yeah, I think that was a very subtle form of trolling that you saw. They have to be much more slippery at Jane's site than at others in order to get by. Thanks for the support!

7/04/2007 12:34:00 AM

robsalk said…

Hey there! Welcome back!

7/07/2007 07:49:00 PM

robsalk said…

Hey there! Welcome back! I'm mostly on haitus while I'm working on my book, but I'll direct whatever remains of my readership over here the next time I post.

7/07/2007 07:51:00 PM

Rayne Today said…

Nice to have you drop in, Rob!! Hope that book is coming along, can't wait to hear that you've finished it.

7/09/2007 06:36:00 PM

Veep in deep

The Veep "accidentally" shoots a fellow hunter. From here on there is absolutely nothing good about this story. It stinks like curdled milk and three-day-old fish on a summer's day in Dallas. How do we even begin to count the ways in which this reeks? The 22-hour gap: WTF? There's absolutely no excuse for this, we can all agree on this point. But why? Was a key person in this story under the influence of a substance that would take a day to clear? Were they trying to get their stories straight? Heck, could they not come up with a story? Or was the victim not in the clear for that long? The "group" of hunters: Why did it take even longer than the 22-hour gap to identify the third hunter? Why is the media repeatedly using the word "group" to describe two people (Dick Cheney and Pamela Willemore)? The composition of the party: A divorcee ranch owner. An older man who does not appear to be married at this time. A woman sans spouse....

Tinkering in progress

Nuts. I tried to post a rather long piece yesterday, attempting to create an expandable post so that only a lead-in appears on the main blog and the body is expanded only on selection of a link. I'm tripping over the auto-formatting that Blogger inserts into posts; it insists on embedding a begin-font tag all over the place, but no closing font tag. It's driving me nuts! I guess I'll have to try using a post template so that the text on all posts is the same unless indicated otherwise, to try and override the default fonting. Bear with me; you might see what looks like an old post appear between here and the previous post. But enough about me -- how are you?

Meditations on B-School debris...

My body had just reached that state one notch above sleep last night; I was relaxed and warm under the comforter and my husband's arm, when my mind slapped me awake. Christ, they have completely abandoned everything we've been taught in business school. I bolted upright, startling my equally drowsy spouse, and began to scrabble for a pen and paper. I didn't want to blow this off as a dream. I scrawled a note in scant light, reminding myself that this was a nightmare and not a dream. Everything I've been taught they've thrown out the door. They, being this presidential administration. Everything, being the basics we are taught in our earliest days of business school. My mind must have continued to churn after last evening's Book Salon at FireDogLake; Crooked Timber's Henry Farrell and author Jacob Hacker dropped in to chat about Hacker's book, The Great Risk Shift . I've not yet read it, it's on my list (I'm afraid that I'm still b...

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