Update: The Senate Sergeant-at-Arms warns congressional members to stay away from Drudge because they might get viruses. This is the same hysteria-mongering that gave us “Reefer Madness” and “Blood on the Highway”.
Another e-mail from a separate office warned that staffers who had visited the Drudge Report or White Pages had experienced viruses on their PCs.
“Please avoid using these sites until the Senate resolves this issue,” the e-mail read. “The Senate has been swamped the last couples (sic) days with this issue.”
Correlation does not equal causation. My guess is that the more likely culprit is the sheer amount of fetishist Tranny-Love pr0n being purveyed by our elected leaders and their cadre of lackeys.
As Drudge himself says, this sounds political.
But the Drudge Report suggested that politics might be behind the warning, noting in an original story that the e-mail came as the “health care drama in the Capitol reaches a grand finale.”
The Drudge Report noted that it served more than 29 million pages Monday without an e-mail complaint about “‘pop ups,’ or the site serving ‘viruses.'”
“The site was seen 149,967 times since March 1st from users at senate.gov and 244,347 times at house.gov. [10,825 visits from the White House, eop.gov]” the Drudge Report wrote.
“The Systems Administrator may want to continue taking her antibiotic until the prescription runs out.”
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My girl is seven years old. We do art together, we eat maraschino cherries together, eat hot-dogs and onion rings together, we talk about how tasty baby animals are together. We watch SpongeBob, Dirty Jobs, and Phineas and Ferb together. We make fun of critters with stinky feet and stinky butts (like dogs, for example) together.
What father is against connecting with his little girl however he can? Soon enough she’ll be totally alien to me so I’m enjoying every moment of it now.
I bent down to kiss her “goodnight” on the top of her head just as she jumped up with a huge spring in her legs and her head slammed into my jaw just under the chin. Now, I’ve been hit at least that hard by fists many times before but usually it was when I was drunk. Here, I’m on painkillers.
Let’s just say I got a two-for-one on this. A jarring to the head (jawbone connects to the head-bone…head-bone connects to the… neck-bone) and a crack to the chin. Damn if my jaw, face, and head/neck don’t hurt! Well, hell, my neck already hurt but now my jaw does, too. Swollen and all throbby-like, too. The fact that I’m still feeling this on the meds tell me just how awesome of a hit that was. Luckily I’m not known for having a glass jaw.
She immediately said “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” and ran out of the room. I’m standing there holding my jaw and muttering “god-DAMN!” and she comes running back into the room going “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” and hands me something.
She had run out to get the little “Finding Nemo” kid-sized ice-pack out of the fridge. Holds it out to me and looks up and says “Sorry it’s kind of warm…. I have a head-ache” and rubs her head where we hit.
So… if you want to connect with your daughter, take my advice: Go get some onion rings at a Coney Island or something.
Update: 2:17am and the damn thing still smarts. This is ridiculous. Let it be known that even as girls, women are dangerous.
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By the pricking of my thumbs, something Wiccan this way comes… for your perusal, Elphaba.
Oww!
Before you even finished your , “I bent down to kiss her “goodnight” on the top of her head just as she jumped…” I thought, “NECK!”
Is some medicinal alcohol called for?
Single-malt. Islay – preferably.
Get well soon, LK.
Alcohol and ‘piates don’t mix. Well, they do, but it ain’t safe or wise.
Would you believe this sucker *still* throbs/hurts? I’m wondering if something didn’t get cracked!
Hope her head is ok.
Sometimes, when hip pain was notched way up, I’d resort to alchie-opie mixes to render me near-unconscious, LK. But I had lots of time to practice, and I didn’t have to be conscious to work, interface with fambly, etc.
I hope she’s forgotten about it by now. You know how resilient kids are. But as a parent, you’re gonna worry anyway.
Cool Wicked mods, LK! You got rid of that obnoxious symmetry that resulted from my crude cut n’ paste of the hair/hat. And kept the smirky grin! Yay!
Owie, owie, owie!!
That happens a lot around here. And I am grateful 😀
Hope the pain lessens soon, though….you still need to give me vital, need-to-know info, and I don’t want it garbled.
And yes, the female is dangerous from conception. Really, this is not news…
🙂
LK, this looks wonderful! I’ma gonna use it! Thank you! <|=D
Your kid sounds awesome, btw, LK. And, to give you some hope, they don’t all become foreign to you. My daughter is going to be 18 this year and still likes to do things together. She absolutely rocks. Of course, she was hell on wheels as a toddler/youngster, so maybe she just got all that outta the way early. 😉
I hope your jaw feels better soon. You should consider keeping some homeopathic Arnica around the house, just for this sort of father-daughter “connection”. It helps.
Ever take the kiddo to Coney Joe’s? It’s been my favorite place to eat hot dogs for a long time.
Hope both your noggins are better!
elphaba – she is an awesome kid – got some ADHD issues just like her old man, but we’re taking her to a counselor that is helping her (and doing wonders) to assess things rather than melt down or blow up (like her old man). She has hyper-focus like never seen before, which in some fields is a prized skill. Her art shows it.
Of course I’m “House” in all but name – no hope for me.
I hope to keep up what I’ve been doing, which is every now and then let her know that while I make mistakes I’m trying hard to do what is right for her. So far she gets it, which helps with trust. Read: do what you didn’t get and don’t do what you did get.
Felix! Yes, we only go to Coney Joe’s on Grand River. The gals there always treat us extra special. Don’t know how her head is but my jaw still hurts like a mofo.
The lava lamp thing…what of the integrity of the glass at such pressure?
And who cleans it up?
/me—>mistress of the mundane
😀
Ok Mr. Pepper Man – I handled some hot-ish (for me anyway) diced peppers about 6 hours ago and it still irritates my eyes/nose when I rub them with my fingers. I’ve washed my hands at least a dozen times now. This is getting annoying. When will it be ok for me to pick my nose and stuff?
Wash your hands really well under hot water, with soap, using a brush.
Or…go out and rub your hands in dirt and really work your hands into it for a while, then go wash your hands. Either way, scrubbing is the key.
AH, the hotdoginator. Hey, where’s Perry?
cb, truly you are part of the inner circle – one of the select few in the entire tri-state area – you can’t fake this sort of thing…
Viruseseses from Drudge?
Riiight….!
The Libtards would really – REALLY! – make my day if they would come up with just one original sleeze-bag trick before I die!
They’ve been playing out of the same old dirty tricks book for the whole of my life!
Jeez! Longer! Some of these yellow journalism cowpatties they print date back to before the Great War. That’s WWI for you youngsters…
You mean The “War To End All Wars,” whippersnapper?
LK, you may want to look at my response to your dinosaurs with lasers comment at McGoo’s.
Not Doofenschmurtz, a bit more vintage.
I creaked when I cringed, I am so old.
Did you get Carl to dig up the vintage video?
“War to end all wars”? Them Lefties always were wrong!