I'm A Buckeye Now
Well sorta. I am in Cincy with family, waiting for everything I own besides this computer to arrive in Columbus on Monday. So the move is by no means over, but the worst part is (packing up everything you own for a long trip can be, well, ask Bob Ney or Randy Duke Cunningham).
Best conversation overheard so far: In a gas station driving here last night - "My skin got burnt straight through today by the sun, but there isn't any price not worth paying for the first day of fishing season."
Now I am sure for many of you, this is not out of the ordinary. But I am someone who has lived most of my life in New York, Philly or DC. I am so psyched to be moving somewhere at least somewhat culturally different (in fairness to Columbus, this occurred at a very un-Metropolitan stop in the highway, I will spend a future post singing Columbus' praises as it continually grows and becomes a really cool city).
On a different note, It seems I have missed many a story the past few days, but somehow I'll survive only having seen MC Rove once (right Paddy?). And btw, thanks for the Ohio facts, I even learned a few things.
Ok, so summary: I will do some blogging today and tomorrow, and then if the cable folk live up to their promise (50-50 at best, wouldn't you say?), and I get the cable modem up in the new pad on Monday, we're back to a normal schedule.
In the meantime I'll watch episodes of Law & Order so I can heartily laugh at the fact that the GOP is so desperate right now that they want that country-fried, George Allen-elitist-hiding-in-ordinary-guy's-clothing Fred Thompson to swoop in and save their pathetically corrupt gay prostitutin', child IMing party in 2008.