I'm not wearing green today, since I spent a good part of my life wearing green whether I wanted to or not, and it seems like a stupid affectation anyway. I have Irish genes, and that better be good enough.

Finally got a decent eight hours of sleep last night...it would have been more, but my Big Ben can't seem to accept that more than ten hours of sleep is okay. Every time I want to go to bed around 1900 and get up at 0500, the alarm goes off when I wind it up and pull the pin to set it, which means I either have to rely on the clock radio, which I haven't used in about a year since it failed me during a power outage, or stay up past 2000 so I can get up at 0600. What a pain. Anyhow, I stayed up and ate dinner (the jalapeno cheese cup ramen leaves much to be desired) and read e-mail and browsed the forums at cosplay.com before crashing.

While reading e-mail I came across one from one of my staffers that really set me off. I tore into it, dissecting it paragraph by paragraph - and sometimes sentence by sentence - until I'd finished with it, at which time I sat back and said to myself, "Dude, you're using a tac nuke in a knifefight." I stashed the draft for later use and wrote a shorter reply instead that was, I hope, less incendiary and destructive. Guess we'll see.

Your daily dose of linkagery is courtesy of Mitch Berg, who has no dog in the Ulster fight on account of being German and all, but who enjoys laying the smackdown on local columnist, idiot, and blogger whipping-boy Nick Coleman. Nick had the poor judgment to blather about his pro-IRA sympathies on the air once, and Mitch recalls a certain U2 concert during the "Rattle and Hum" tour...