Hey, I'm not being lazy, I'm . . . okay, I'm being lazy.
I have no idea what to cover for the Marchand Chronicles essay this week. I've already hit upon Easongate (and can we please stop using the "-gate" suffix soon?) twice, Howard Dean's lock on the DNC chairmanship surprises nobody, least of all me (I was on it three weeks ago), and because of that the Democratic party is continuing its principled stand for political irrelevance, which makes a debate on Social Security more of a headache than it's worth.Okay, here's your essay:
Bush Will Win Social Security Debate
Mike Marchand
The Marchand Chronicles
February 7, 2005
The title says it all.
I also had to sit at the DMV today. It wasn't something I wanted to do, after the Bureau Of Motor Vehicles stole $40 and no less than 15 of my IQ points by making me watch the dumbest movie in the history of celluloid. But I needed to have a title reprinted for my long lost previous car to finalize the insurance settlement.
The DMV's around here are like what hell's waiting room would be. You have to stand in line to take a number to sit and wait. Isn't that remarkable? A deli in a grocery store has one line, or one pool of people who used the Take-A-Number wheel. But at our DMV's you stand in line to get that number, then wait while they call you. They used to have two different number systems, one for licenses and one for titles and registrations. Evidently people found that too confusing, so they went to one system, but the workers still are divided into the same categories. So they call numbers out of order, which sorta delegitimizes the entire number-taking process.
I was fortunate to get out of there in less than an hour and for only nine dollars. They didn't even attempt to extort money from me. See the power of having a blog?
Also, today's Fat Tuesday, known in this highly Polish community as Paczki Day. I don't know what "Paczki" means in Polish. In fact, despite the "-czki" ending, I doubt that the word is Polish; two vowels in a six-letter word make for a 2-1 consonant/vowel ratio, which is way too low for most Polish words.
At any rate, paczkis (pronounced POONCH-kees) are basically Polish donuts. Most people eat them before Ash Wednesday and the sacrificial Lenten season. I eat them because they're on sale. And they're fantastic. Krispy Kreme? Pfft! If Krispy Kremes had butts, paczkis would kick them, assuming of course that paczkis had feet.
I'll get to the footnote I left in the RE of Silent America tonight. Then I'll be all square, but still without anything to write about.
posted by Marsh @ 3:52 PM
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