Liza, I knew what you meant immediately.

As I recall, the guys he played with were an established group that played together somewhat regularly. Obama did not pick and choose who was in the group, and I do not recall anyone commenting on the political makeup of the group.

Shortly after, he played golf with Melody Barnes, his chief domestic policy adviser.

This struck me as the more sexist event because this was when he considered appearances of gender bias and making a statement. For the basketball game, he was just a +1 to someone else’s group. Given the composition of Congress, I imagine he would be hard-pressed to find any women there who regularly played basketball - and is that how we want him to spend his time?

In the forest of the blind, the one-eyed tree is king.

A few enterprising ladies decided to try a microbrewery. Six months ago, this was a Starbucks.

This is Tom Bodett, and we’ll leave the light on for you.

A Nightlight on Elm Street.

Not a caption, just [ strangers in the night.]

When the price of aviation fuel shot up, and the airlines were near failure, The pilots took a hefty pay cut. The mechanics and attendants took a hit in pay and benefits as well. For a while, there was a problem with airlines that laid off too many pilot, and overworked the rest. The pilots would run up against the monthly limit on flight hours, which resulted in repeated end-of-month cancellations and late departures/arrivals.

This particular flight was subject to another problem. Delta bought out NW, and has spent the past year in the merger process. Merging seniority lists was a major issue. These people might have already been concerned for their jobs, which would make this incident all the more foolish and the pressure to avoid blame more intense.

Fighters were seconds from take-off when contact resumed. The pilots had to make specific maneuvers to prove that they were in control of the plane before they were allowed to return to MSP. Police entered the plane before anyoue was allowed to leave.

Meanwhile, the North American Aerospace Defense Command, which scrambled fighter jets for the wayward plane but did not launch them, said it was reviewing procedures for launching the fighters to track potentially hijacked or suspicious aircraft.

In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed tree is king.

Fern Wood 2 Night

I think that I shall never see
A reading lamp meant for a tree.
A tree whose hungry eyes engage,
A novel’s every thought-filled page.

Nice! d8-)

Her name…was Ruby, and I could tell at a glance that she was off the rails. She was here because she thought her laptop security had been penetrated, but at the moment it was my firewall that was under attack. I had recently lost my sidekick to a dame like this, and it looks like my cookies are now on the plate.

She was a browser with a history, all right, and clearly no easy mark for a virus. I didn’t have to go on Safari to tell that this was no Chrome-plated, Google-eyed SeaMonkey singing me her own little Opera; this was a sleek little Firefox - with the coat to prove it.

I killed the smoke alarm and proceeded to scan her main storage for malware, but she looked like she’d never set foot in a mall. Next I started looking for a rootkit, but they can be harder to find than good barbecue at a Sushi Bar. After phishing around for a while, the clouds parted and I could see the problem staring back at me like freckles on a polar bear…

Hover over the links even if you do not want to follow them. They are like little Easter Eggs that help explain some word choices. ;-D

Do you mean Greg Proops?

V1.3

It was a drowsy, overcast afternoon as I checked out the gams and gigahertz looking back at me from the only decent chair in the office that hadn’t had my tukus warming it since the crack of noon, and I straightened my tie as an excuse to check for any clues as to the nature of my lunch cuisine while I contemplated which would give me more trouble: the Dame or the Dell - and would my poker face hold up if she says her name is “Megs”, because it’s a sure bet that a smokin’ hot redhead has always turned into 50 kilos of trouble I never could say no to, and even her keyboard was lookin’ mighty sexy in black as she opened the case, and the laptop, with a flick of her wrist and a cloud of ash that dropped to what passed for my carpet like an ill omen sprinkled through the text of a dozen bad detective stories, none of which had ever bothered to get my name right…