I am going to open a retail store for suburban soccer mom Hallmark movie watching types. I’ll sell wine and lingerie and call it Fill Your Cups.
Fat in Indiana
March 28, 2024
March 27, 2024
More waste of time
I watched a squirrel in the maple tree outside my office window. He ate some emerging leaves then stretched out on a branch and apparently took a nap. I think that is a good idea. Unfortunately, I don’t think my employer would agree.
Real baseball starts tomorrow. The Cubs dart the season against the defending champs. I guess we will find out soon if they are contenders or pretenders.
There is one more day to work this week. I get a Good Friday off as a holiday. I need a break.
Biden has claimed he rode a train many times across the collapsed Key Bridge in Baltimore. The bridge only handles cars. He is either a liar or confused. Neither is a trait you want in your president.
I suspect some of you will disagree about that too.
March 26, 2024
Joe Biden has just supported terrorists
March 25, 2024
Power corrupts but not as much as money under the table
It is Monday. You knew that already. I had a righteous rant mostly composed in my mind about the Biden Administration’s latest attempt to force us into electric cars, but I won’t write it. Why bother? We all know electric cars suck and none of want one. The government is going to govern us good and hard until we comply.
Corrupt imperialistic government can be found at every level. Locally, the zoning commission just approved a massive ugly apartment complex right next to a nice housing subdivision despite the overwhelming opposition of the neighbors. Nobody wanted the development except the farmer who made millions from selling the land and the developers who will build crappy apartments that will fall apart in a decade. Oh, and the corrupt officials who might get a kickback after approval. I’m not saying they did. I’m saying it has happened before.
Generally if you smell dog crap there is usually crsp around somewhere, whether you are talking EVs or apartments. Thus ends the sermon.
March 24, 2024
My current desktop background is waterfalls of the world and other stuff of no interest to anyone
I finally did some writing for the first time in about six weeks yesterday. As is often the case, I have to do a little research in my effort to get the story at least a little bit accurate for its historical content*. I hope no one needs to look at my search history on my phone, because it is going to be a little hard to explain a search for women's underwear in the 1930's.
Yes, I told my wife that and she laughed. She reminded me of the time I explained to her why the Can Can dance was so controversial and outrageous and it wasn't because the dancers were kicking their legs up in the air, per se.
Anyway, I wrote some stuff. Is it any good? Probably not. I hope there is a nugget or two of 'good enough' hidden in the pages of mundane prose to make it a worthwhile read. Someday. If I ever finish the thing. I think this story is better than the last one. It is different, anyway. I will say that there a few passages in the previous book that I am proud of, and think aren't too bad, hidden by a lot of "get on with it" filler. Your mileage may vary.
If you aren't sure, you probably should just buy the published book and decide for yourself. There is a link over there on the right. No, there will be no audio book forthcoming. No one wants to hear my lispy twangy reedy nasal voice reading anything.
*Yes, I have even checked the weather for the days the story is set so I can get it right. It is probably a little much, I suspect. But I know it is accurate, so there is that.
March 23, 2024
March 22, 2024
Lots of water under that bridge
On this date in 2005 I threw up my first post. I had no idea what I was doing. The post was nonsensical and self-serving. Me, Me, Me.
Nothing has changed.
Nineteen years, nearly 8,000 posts, and almost three million visits later, I am still wasting time with this stupid blog. The quality of my work has not improved. The quality of my visitors has. Since nearly every single visit in those first days months was...me, the situation could only get better.
Thanks to all of you who stop by. I lack the vocabulary to adequately express my appreciation. Know that it is heartfelt.