Idle thoughts on a Friday

It's Friday and it's time for some idle thoughts:

The residents of the Den are hunkering down for a mini-version of last year's Snowmageddon.  Once again, we are being warned to be ready for as much as eight inches of snow by the end of the day.  Great.  I've oft written about the horrible Sheshrew that is Mother Nature and that battleaxe took her sweet time in bringing winter to us this year, but now that she's decided to show up, she's making her presence known.   She's an evil beast a charmer, for sure.

"Destructive. Vicious.  Negative."  Just three of the words that the ridiculous Newt Gingrich used to describe the media and CNN in particular for having opened last night's snoozefest, I mean nine billionth, Republican presidential debate, with a question about his second wife's allegations over his behavior during their unfortunate union.  Can I get a large order of hypocrisy, please?  Um, Newt, those three words apply perfectly to your behavior in two of your three marriages so far.  Ditching wife #1 during her cancer treatments for wife #2 and then asking wife #2 to let you continue your affair with she who would become wife #3 seems to me as destructive, vicious, and negative.  To be fair, wife #2 should probably reel it in a bit as she was the reason Newt ditched wife #1. These people need to stop the hypocrisy merry-go-round that they are riding.

Speaking of Newt's #3 wife, is it just me, or does she look like a version of Barbie, aged roughly into her mid-50's, who got a little too aggressive with the plastic surgery?  And why is it that her hair never, ever moves?

Phil Dunphy is brilliant.  Utterly brilliant.  His auto-tuned performance was the highlight of my week.  Maybe my year so far.

Night screams!

It has been brought to my attention by the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML that I am suffering from night screaming or night terrors.  Apparently, last night she woke me from an epic screaming jag.  I have no recollection of this, your honor. None.  Well, I remember her waking me up, wanting to know why I was screaming.  But before that, nothing.  I was disturbed to learn that the screaming is some pretty high-pitched freaky stuff.    Allegedly, this is not the first time this has happened. Can't wait to try and get to the bottom of this psychological 'issue.'

That wraps up Friday's idle thoughts.  I welcome your solutions to the whole night terrors fun.