Weird twitches

I have no idea why the front-page photo of Sarah Palin in today's fish-wrapper pushes my cringe-button.  Maybe she resembles some perky-bitch cheerleader from suppressed dark high-school memories?

Beware of subliminal messages . . .

Thursday roadkill report

One squashed porcupine on the Kelly Road, one nearly-intact red squirrel out in the bog.  Thus does the Roadkill Report return from the Undisclosed Location.

Not-roadkill, the cemetery heron snagged lunch while I bicycled past -- probably croaked a frog.

Nice morning, blue sky and little wind, temperature in the 60s F.  Looks like Hanna may rain on my prospective Sunday ride, so bicycling popped up to the top of the priority list.

Asters blooming through the range from ultra-violet to white, fresh since last I rode those roads.  Poison ivy has started to turn red.

15.29 miles, 1:05:17

I think I've got it

Bike ride ruminations gave me a possible answer to that Palin-picture twitch. 

In that photo*, she seems to have her "alpha" dialed up too high.  Makes me want to bite her throat.  I don't object to "dominant" -- that's a job requirement.  But her body-language seems to go beyond that into "domineering" posture, which turns me off without regard to gender or creed.

*Note that the photo selection may represent editorial bias . . .