So have I. I confess I have been reading bits and pieces of the NYTimes this month--nothing big, and certainly nothing by the guy in the pink shirt (the so-called "good" conservative), but I do enjoy Gail Collins when she writes alone. (The sneaky Times has been pairing her occasionally with one or another of their gawdawful right-wingers.)
Collins was especially hilarious yesterday in her "End of Summer Quiz" column. Even funnier was the first reader comment on this piece by one "KT" of NYC:
Match the social behavior with my reaction:
A. People without health insurance, jobs or money call the POTUS "Hitler" because he wants to provide them with affordable health care.
B. Fox talk show host gets high ratings when he declares Rockefeller Center to be laden with communist symbols intended to subliminally corrupt tourists.
C. Guy gets finger bitten off at Town Hall meeting.
D. Republicans pull kids out of school so that they will not hear POTUS talk urging them not to drop out.
1. Someone please call the EMS guys, and tell them to bring a really big net.
2. How fast can you get me to Canada?
3. Purell for All.
4. I keep clicking the heels of these cool red slippers, but cannot seem to leave Oz.
Answers: Pick whichever one you want; they are all interchangeable.
But I digress. Worst of all, I have just purchased another year's subscription to...no, not the whole paper...the crossword puzzles!! Of course, they've changed the system. It's not so easy to get in there and open up the puzzle any more.
They've had my $40 for about an hour, and I still can't open the bleeping Sunday crossword. I've downloaded Across Lite, as in the past, and its cheery little crossword-y icon is parked on my dock. But nothing I do makes the puzzle open.
Plus, the crossword FAQs have nothing to do with my problem. They are all about how to open a puzzle with Across Lite IF YOU HAVE WINDOWS. Dear Times, you mean AS IF!!!
Fooey. I only wanted to save what's left of my mind. It took me two days to work last Sunday's puzzle, which I filched from the BFF's recycling pile. I figgered I'd better get exercising the old brain cells. FaceBook is not gonna do the job.