Uhhhhhhh Umph. Uhhhhhhh. ZzzzSnlckk. Hm? Wha? What are you people doing in my bedroo...Ah, crap, back at work. Sorry about that--I'm still full of weekend, the telling of the tales of which will have to wait for a while so that I can attend our wondrously exciting staff meeting, in which we will discuss the finer points of stymying progress and increasing the regulatory burden.

It was a good weekend, though, with Sarah Michelle Gellar and Francis McDormand and Nearly Headless Nick and a touch of tainted beef and horsies and not hitting a lick at a snake and no yard work and a stuffed husky pup and not the worst crab cakes and other stuff of equally boring and vapid nature. Oh, and then there's that whole Rocky Top Bloggers thing.

Check back in a while--in the meantime, the Lileks column of today is one of the best things I've seen. A portion--

But who civilizes the dog? Man. And it’s so very easy to do; it requires only connection and the will to do good. Which is why I’ve often said, half facetiously, that the relationship between man and dog is the same as man to God. Dogs don’t understand our books or physics or spacecraft or lawn mower engines or flat-screen monitors or 99.8% of our world. They do not know what it is that they do not know. They don’t even know how to pose the question, frame the argument, find their way into to realm of the human mind. The connection to the human being is sufficient. And that’s why I’m not an atheist, as much as every single rational fiber of my being tells me I should be: don’t know what I don’t know. (And I know that for a fact.) I find no more empirical proof of God than my dog finds proof of satellite TV. But at night when we’re on the sofa he sees the inscrutable stories flickering on the box in the corner. I note his disinterest: one of those things, whaddagonna do. But the fact that he doesn’t get the story doesn’t mean there’s not a story being told.

posted by Terry at 8:29:00 AM