Empty-headed Friday

1) Storm-watching is the leading outdoor sport hereabouts. I've been well enough the last couple of days to give it a try and was richly rewarded. I posted some scenic views on my Facebook account. What I ought to have included was the sour faces of the privileged who live on Marblehead Neck and who were, for whatever reason, marooned on the mainland when the cops closed the causeway. They were sitting in the yuppy-wagons waiting for the "go" signal.

Note to the curious: those scenic waves that break over the seawall have enough water mass to push your vehicle right off the causeway. They also contain rocks ranging in size from golf and tennis balls (as today) to basketballs (as in the 1991 Perfect Storm). These become lethal projectiles. So suck it up, yuppies, and wait patiently for the tide to fall enough to let you cross safely. Privilege hath a few penalties. I think the cops should let them cross: this is called "culling the herd."

2) Let's have a show of hands: who thinks the IOC has had its collective head up its collective arse throughout the Vancouver Olympics? They get their knickers in a twist over a partying snowboarder and now the Canadian womens' hockey team. Oh yes, we all know Canadians are supposed to be dignified and polite. That's the trouble with stereotypes, and they don't apply to hockey anyway, eh? The IOC has fits over exuberant young people getting excited over a victory, but engages in Olympic-level finger-pointing when one of those young athletes dies on the luge course. I guess we're not supposed to notice the disconnect.