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No music videos and you are welcome

We find ourselves on a Friday morning. We may break above freezing for the first time in a couple of weeks after some snow showers this morning. It's winter. 

The wife is getting vacation fever. She wants to go somewhere warm. What she really wants is another cruise. All it takes is money. I have earned a good bonus at work. I exceeded every one of my KPIs (goals). Whether the company pays it out is another question. The automotive division had a rough year, so we will see. When I exceeded my goals a few years ago I got bupkis because the company did not do well. I will be angry if that happens again, but my only recourse is to quit. It took me so long to get this job. I really like my job, except the pay. Anyway, vacations come from the bonus pay, especially a big one like a cruise. 

I told her to stop looking. She never pays attention to me. "But you get to go places," she says. Like New Britain , CT or Valley City, OH, or St. Louis are ideal destinations. I may "get" to go to Grand Rapids in a few weeks. Western Michigan is a joy to travel to in the winter. 

Is the sarcasm font working?

More importantly,  why would anyone care about any of this?

One final thought, it is egregious Reggie Wayne is not in the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

The very definition of tiresome

 Idiot Target employees in Minnesota  (where else) are protesting outside of Target headquarters demanding management refuse to let ICE officers into the stores.

I suppose if you want to also invite the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice to go after your company, you could ban Federal Officers, otherwise these leftist asshats display an astounding ignorance of the Constitution.  

Arguing with the calendar

You might think March or perhaps October has the craziest weather here in the Midwest. You would be wrong. 

February clearly suffers from short man syndrome since it only has 28 days. It over compensates by throwing extremes of weather in our faces. The record low for February in Indianapolis is -21F. The record high is 77F. Based on my history major math that is a temperature variation of nearly 100 degrees (98 degrees if we are going to be all scientific and mathematically correct). Yes, bow down, I did that calculation in my head. I win math this morning.

I'm sure February weather would be far less schizophrenic if we would just pay the global warmingcoolingclimatechange tax. February wants to know why January and March don't pay their fair share, whatever that means.

No matter how many times I tell February that it has plenty to offer, it still feels shorted. "Look," I say, "You have Groundhog Day, Presidents Day, Valentine's Day, The Superbowl, you even have Black History Month!" I tell February it is special because every four years it gets an extra day. June does not get that. April doesn't. All January offers is a let down from glorious December and cold crappy weather. And clouds. Lots of clouds. We all hate January. 

I think February merely likes to complain. "I'm spelled funny. I only have 28 days. Everyone dislikes me because I'm still winter." 

Boo freaking hoo, February.  I've better things to do than pump up your monthly self-esteem.  Maybe if you gave us more of those 77F days we wouldn't loathe you so much. 

Randy Newman had it right. Short months got no reason...

Quit your lecturing you leftist harridan

 Dear Billie Eilish,

If you are so sure we are all occupying "stolen land", stand up for your beliefs. Give any property you own to the nearest recognized tribe. You should also give up all of your earnings, to compensate for your privilege.

Otherwise shut the hell up you leftist fool.

You asked

 

A two-fer-- polka for Cappy and a tribute to Kevin's mom. 

John Candy filmed all of scenes in one day and reportedly ad libed most of his dialog.

And for the polka part:

PS stupid groundhog

Shine On

I've always believed the best Pink Floyd album is Wish You Were Here. Like the author in the link, I think the album has depth beyond any preceding music from the band, including Dark Side of the Moon. Conversely, Wish You Were Here avoids the pretentiousness of the later hit album The Wall. 

Of course most casual fans of classic rock will find my position curious. After all, Dark Side spent decades on the charts, The Wall is, well, The Wall. 

I won't pretend I've always felt this way. Forty, twenty, ten years ago I would have unequivocally stated Dark Side was the pinnacle album in the Pink Floyd discography ( I never did care much for The Wall as a whole). Further listening to Wish You Were Here over the past few years has changed my opinion.

Perhaps as I grow older and have lost loved ones and seen changes in my life that occasionally cause me to look at the past with nostalgia, makes the music resonates more. Who knows? 

Music is subjective and that is what makes it so wonderful.  My musical mood changes. Today i might be listening to progressive music, tomorrow country, the next Sinatra. But always, since I was a young teen, music has been part of my life. It plays softly in the background as I work, it plays as I type this post. It always plays deep in my brain as I slouch through life.

Saturday stuff

 Apparently I had a dyslexia moment last week. I claimed a post was number 8951. 

It wasn't. I transposed numbers. The actual post number was 8591 I have published 8,598 posts, counting this one. There are an additional 109 posts in draft form. I know, how crappy must a post be to not get published?

Mea culpa.