I find it interesting that the Vice Presidential residence is blurred out on Google’s satellite imagery while the White House, CIA Headquarters, and my house* are exposed for all the world to see. Sort of proves who is considered more important, no? Or, alternatively, perhaps whenever Cheney is hiding out in his “undisclosed location” that’s just code-talk for saying he’s at his house watching Oprah. After all, if his house can’t be seen from space, what’s more undisclosed than that?
Come to think of it, do you think that the VP arranged with Google to blur out the pictures, or do you think he has a roof-mounted jamming device that automatically scrambles the signal of any overhead cameras? The former is more likely, but the latter would be so much cooler! Plus, maybe it’s just his little gift to America – ensuring that we never have to actually look at his half-nekkid body lying out in the floating lounge chair at the pool.
Feeling slightly better today. Nose-blowing rate is down to about 2-3 times per hour, which is a big decrease over yesterday, which I’m very grateful for because I think that the lotion that Proctor & Gamble claims to put in its “Puffs with Lotion” is a load of crap. My nose is getting increasingly raw and tender, nothing like the smooth, tender, moisturizing caresses that the little claymation kid gets in the commercials.
* Don’t get your hopes up for a link here. If you know where I live then you don’t need to see it again, and if you don’t know where I live there’s probably a reason.