We’re slouching toward Memorial Day here at the House and yardwork has occupied most of my weekend. Sue is a radical green – gardner that is. By radical, I mean she’s the Ward Churchill of cucumbers, the Nancy Pelosi of Tomatos, and the Barbara Boxer of radishes.

Here’s me yesterday:

ME: Can’t we just like, you know, buy the frickin’ food at the grocery store? What’s the point of all this work? My back hurts like hell, I’ve got blisters on my hands from the damn shovel, and I think I feel my heart palpitating.

SUE: Just think how delicious it will taste!

ME: I’m thinking of the hospital bill if I get a heart attack!

SUE: (Laughs) I love you!

What man can resist the cold, unemotional logic of a woman?

More quickies from blogland.

Maggies Farm is tractor blogging. Huh? Just read it and laugh at that group of very strange, but very nice people. They seem like the sort of folks you’d want to live next door to but wonder if they don’t carry out some kind of weird Wiccan rituals from time to time. In the middle of the night. Naked.

Basil comes clean about his fake sites. One seriously wonders about all that talent locked up inside, ready to explode into some gigantic creative atomic blast that bathes the Shadow Media in an unearthly glow…

But then you look at his site and see he has a picture of himself as a baby. Where’s Sigmund, Carl, and Alfred when you need them?

Wuzzadem: I’m Monty McCain, America’s favorite deal-maker, and it’s time to play Let’s Make a Deal, where everyone is a winner. Let’s go out into our studio audience and find our first lucky contestant.

Channeling Monty Hall is one thing…putting Robert “Sheets” Byrd with Barbara Boxer in the roll of contestants is nothing less than inspired genius.

The guys at Q & O are all over the non vote for the EU Constitution in France. And Llama Butchers has the Netscape market report on the disaster. Pretty graph showing the price going in the toilet the last few days.

God I hate the French! In this one instance though, I’m glad they have their heads so far up their tight little arses that they ruined one of the truly bad ideas in history – a united Europe. Individually, the Europeans are insufferable enough. Can you imagine a whole continent of obscenely self righteous, cynical, lazy, disdainful, anti-American dilettantes whose culture is decaying so fast that in 50 years it will be indistinguishable from the culture of the sheiks, imams, holy warriors, and mullahs of the middle east?

Makes my heart go pitter patter in anticipation.

Beth is doggy blogging. She’s also dog tired which might explain why she linked to Carnival of the Dogs twice in the same post. That’s right…she double linked Carnival of the Dogs. Another patient for Sigmund, Carl, and Alfred. (Did I link them already?)

I know it’s Sunday, but take a look at Mad Tech’s “WTF Friday Rant.”

I was disappointed that I was one of the only bloggers trying to write about the Lebanese elections held today. I say try because trying to make sense of that political muddle is a monumental task. Maybe it’s because there are no protest babes?

Not to worry. Publius Pundit knows what he’s talking about. And he’s got some great links. And he’s a got a picture of Lebanon’s entry for the Miss Universe pageant.

Who needs protest babes when you got eye candy like that?

Pat over at Brainsters puts Robert Kuttner over his knee and spanks him…hard:

You ever notice that economic populists all pine for the glory days of the Depression? So much so that they are constantly seeing just around the corner, like Paul Krugman, still holding out hope for his long-awaited double-dip? Is it because those were great times to be a working man in America? Obviously not. But they were great times to be an economic populist.

So much for blogging today. Maybe one post tomorrow as I wrestle with trying to plant flowers whose names I can’t pronounce and that I’m probably allergic to anyway.