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.
Quitcher complaining, I dropped multiple posts this week. Sure, it was quantity over quality, but that has ever been the case around here.
Look, if you are that upset that i put up a music post I'll refund your subscription.
Exactly.
Listen to the music, return to (or discover) the '70s and relax. It's Friday. It's payday. Life is good.
I know you don't click links. I don't either. Do it. Turn on the sound. Laugh and laugh.
President Trump wants to give every kid born in his term $1000. A couple of banks have pledged to match it.
I don't want my hard-earned wages confiscated to give away to some kid to make his life easier in 18 years. Screw that. $1000 will make my life easier today.
I don't want my tax dollars used to pay off student loans, and this give away is just as wrong.
As I look over a wonderland of snow and subzero temperatures, my heart is warmed by the knowledge pitchers and catchers report in two weeks.
Spring is coming.
I will say it. The Velvet Underground is probably the most overrated band in rock history.
You might disagree, but then you would be wrong.
By early Sunday evening we had more than 11" of snow. I shrugged on my coat , pulled on my sheepskin mittens and grabbed the snow shovel. Of course I am more likely to spot a purple spotted monkey in my front maple than a plow in my cul-de-sac.
I was finishing the bottom third of my drive, anticipating the end, when my neighbor got stuck at the bottom of his driveway. Of course he did not shovel, he tried to drive his front-wheel drive van through it. I don't mind helping my neighbors, but when they won't help themselves...
I went over and pushed him. I pushed again as he got stuck in the street. I had to gently admonished him to keep the wheels straight. In the end he finally made it out and I finished my drive down to the apron. There is no use doing that part by the street until the plow comes - probably around Valentines Day. I'll brave the cold and do the last three feet at lunch.
Earlier this week she told me in jest she thought our house was haunted. She claimed she candles were coming on at random. Behind her back I scoffed at the notion.
Alas, I was plopped on one couch and noticed the candles were on. I did not turn them on. The wife was upstairs. WTH?
I turned the candlesticks off and went back to whatever nonsense I was watching on the television. The next time I looked the candles were back on.
Challenge accepted.
I won't bore you with the details beyond confirming without a doubt there is no ghost. There is, however, a Vizio soundbar. Every time we turn down the TV, the candles go on. Volume up does nothing, only volume down. And yes, as confirmation the "on" button for the candles turns down the soundbar.
I tried the remote that came with the speaker. It turns on the candles. I tried an old Comcast remote we used to use. You guessed it, down volume turns on the candlestick. Short of scrapping the candles or buying a new soundbar (my vote since I'll convince the wife's a new soundbar can only work with a new TV), we are just going to have to turn off the candle every time we turn down the TV, otherwise we better buy stock in AAA batteries.
