The Rule of Three

Ingmar Bergman.

Bill Walsh.

Tom Snyder.

All pioneers. All entertainers. All gone. Walsh and Snyder from leukemia. The NYT covered everything but cause of death in its Bergman obit. Minor detail. Will be a little freaked out if it turns out to be leukemia. But what are the odds?

Cal Makes the Hall

While I'm a Yankees fan (ever since my schoolgirl crush on Bucky Dent - his poster hung on the back of my door), I have to admit I rooted for the Orioles at one time. Which also coincided with some of Cal Ripken's best years. Nice to see him honored.

Political Birds and Bees

Or is that birds and boobs? I saw the Post article and was outraged. Ellen Goodman's column sums it up quite nicely I think. Thanks for the link JB.

I Miss My Blog

Just finished a major project at work so haven't had time to be outraged. Seriously. Hopefully a brief respite before the next major project will recharge the outrage battery.

The Sound of Silence

Kevin used to call it "yapping." Or if he was annoyed, "yammering." Basically it was my constant talking and I do have to admit I probably spoke about 10 words for every one he uttered during our 18 years together. But I always considered Kevin the exception to the rule.

Now a new study shows that in fact men and women talk at about the same rate. As I explained this to my co-worker Brian, I used about 25 words (give or take.) His reply: "yeah, yeah." It was at that moment I realized maybe I'd better find out who paid for the study.

Who Da Thunk It?

Holy cow. I just realized I'm just five months shy of Outrage.com's five year anniversary. That's almost 90 in blog years. Will have to think of a very special outrage to commemorate the occasion.

Say It Ain't So, Joe

I just can't stand it. Just when I think reality TV can't get any worse they give us the Age of Love. They should all hang their heads in shame. No one wins here. Trust me.

Same Old, Same Old...

I've been outraged over the unintended consequences of HIPAA for almost three years now. It's about time others caught up. My outrage? I was told I didn't have rights to my husband's medical records - a week after he died. I kid you not. Outraged then, outraged now.

And Justice for None

Not that this was a surprise to anybody. Or the dozen or so Americans actually still paying attention to Scooter Libby. Of course Scooter wasn't going to jail. That's where Dick Cheney should be going.