First, I had no idea what a smug, smirking, condescending know-it-all unfunny jackass that James Poulos was until I watched last night’s Real Time. I had the exact same visceral reaction when I listened to him as I did the first time I heard Michael Goldfarb talk. Gah. Just horrible. Can you imagine being trapped at a party you came to late and sober and having to deal with him for anything longer than 8 seconds? I’d be out trying to score xanax if I had to spend more than five minutes with him. I had no idea he was that much of a poutraged pseudo-intellectual clown. Just wretched.
Got a bunch of errands done, and finally got the garden in- it frosted as recently as a week ago, so I waited this year because the weather is so damned whacky. Amusingly enough, there are already two tomato plants growing in on of the raised beds. Last year, instead of putting rotted tomatoes in the compost pile, I just threw them on the ground and figured they would compost by this year. Looks like at least two of the thousands of seeds decided to give it another go this year.
Really, really anxious about the Pens/Bruins game tonight.
Also, Jean Stapleton died.