Friday, July 23, 2004

WULAD Web Wround-Up
Thirty years ago tomorrow, in an unassuming county hospital nestled in the scenically beautiful yet culturally barren Southern Tier area of central New York State, WULAD’s Chairman, CEO and Head Cracka in Charge came screaming out of the womb and on to the scene. He will be celebrating this momentous day by attending a family reunion high in the California Alps with the WU-Dad—pitching tents, building campfires, sending smoke signals to the natives asking for more Cheez Whiz, and generally keepin’ it real, Jeremiah Johnson-style.

“Stay away from the bears,” said C-baby, as she sent the rugged outdoorsman on his way. “And the girls.”

Fair enough. But before we go, here’s a few little gems to savor in anticipation of your own WULAD Weekend celebrations:

  • What’s all this talk about the military struggling to find new recruits? Between the new medical perks and the haute cuisine, they should have more Armies of One than they know what to do with.

  • It looks like age and the ravages of fame have finally gotten to Garfield. It’s only a matter of time before he turns up stoned out of his mind at Cannes, spitting on photographers and telling everyone he “nailed that bitch Mary Worth.”

  • You know, George Bush doesn’t really look all that presidential when you see him up close. (They say the camera adds ten pounds, along with eight feet and a rotating mechanical head.)
See you next week, when you will surely be regaled with tales of natural wonder and frontier-type derring-do. Kum-baya, my readers, kum-baya!