Day 2 of the New Weird Order

Thanks for all of your comments on the new op’. Today will be a busy one in the old VeloNews.com barrel, but over the weekend, I’m going to try to give a little more oomph to this site, if only because Herself is working on a blogging project and requires input, no matter how defective the source (that would be me, not you, for the sensitive among the readership). Meanwhile, anonymous comments on the Blogspot site have been enabled so those of you without Google accounts can send me NastyGrams® (sorry about that oversight).

In other news, Big Brother is indeed watching; the NYT’s Paul Krugman reminds us that not only have we learned nothing from Vietnam, we have forgotten the lessons of the Great Depression; Bill Richardson finally climbs down off the fence and endorses Obama; and Schlock Racing gets the extended middle digit from the Tour de Georgia, just, y’know, ’cause. There’s more than you need to know on VeloNews.com for more on that one today. The barrel beckons.

Late update: Good Lord. If I wanted to work, I’d get a job. I barely managed to sneak out for a short run in Palmer Park between bouts of posting this, that and the other. The park isn’t nearly as gooey as I figured it would be, but there are still plenty of squishy spots in the shade, so all you body-armored boneheads stay the hell away until things dry out. I don’t wanna be tripping over your petrified tire tracks come June. Spread your spoor in Pueblo, where it was spring during winter.

There’s a new dog at large

When my website-hosting company, Hostcentric, inexplicably began functioning about as smoothly and efficiently as the federal government, health care and the mainstream media, I decided to try fiddling around with a couple of alternatives to running my own largely unused communications empire. The first furry toe in the blogging water was this WordPress account, which I can’t get set up quite the way I’d like it; the second can be found at thevelodog.blogspot.com.

Frankly, I really don’t need all the bells and whistles I’d worked into the original DogS(h)ite — and neither do you, because I hardly ever played any tunes on ‘em. Most of the links were rarely updated or outright ignored. Cam, ‘Toons, Mad Dog Unleashed, Radio Free Dogpatch — they all sat there like strays no one was gonna adopt. What’s a dog to do?

Lift his leg on the whole deal, that’s what. All I want to do is bark incessantly, howl at the moon, and leap over the fence (or dig under it). Tip over a few trash cans. Water neocons’ lawns (and maybe their shoes, too).

Consider this the first squirt.