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.
It sure looks like we are in for some rocky winter weather this weekend. You probably are also.
Interestingly enough, this weekend also marks the anniversary of the Blizzard of '78, one of the biggest storms to hit this part of the country. That storm is memorable around the old homestead. The wife's father passed away at the height of the storm. This was before I met her later that same year.
Anyway, before you diverted me, I was discussing the expected freezing temperatures and forecasted 5-11 inches of snow. As evidenced above, it is January, these things happen. Besides, for some places around the Great Lakes that amount of snow is just another day. Ho hum.
For those of you who refuse to pony up the cash for my mediocre first novel, there is a description of the Blizzard of '78 in the book.
We need to take over Greenland for the long-term security of the United States.
Now substitute "Ukraine" for Greenland and "Russia" for The United States.
If you don't like that analogy try ,Sudetenland, Alsace-Lorraine, the Balkans, or Tibet...
This Constitution, and the Laws of the United States which shall be made in Pursuance thereof; and all Treaties made, or which shall be made, under the Authority of the United States, shall be the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to the Contrary Notwithstanding
Article VI clause II
Seriously, it’s been three days. Sure, it might be desert, but dry heat is no excuse. How hard is it to think up a name for a horse? Blackie, Red, Trigger, Silver, Man O’War, Secretariat — how about something mundane like Bob or even Joe?
It seems like it happens this time every year. That old ennui sets in. I am bored. The cold short days are often cloudy. Football is pretty much over and my team once again missed the playoffs. Real baseball is a couple of months away.
I’m bored by work. I’m bored with TV. I’m bored by this blog. I have a proof of my second novel on the corner of my desk. I’m sick of it too. You can only read something a few dozen times before it becomes a blob of familiar words. I find I’m even bored by music. While I love reading, I’m kinda bored by that too.
I know, boo freakin’ boo.
I see lots of Democrats, elected and voters, protesting the enforcement of immigration laws.
I have yet to see a single bill introduced to overturn those laws.
Maybe it’s all just theater.
