Please talk about anything you want... except the election returns. The post above this will be for that.
November 8, 2022
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Please talk about anything you want... except the election returns. The post above this will be for that.
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Well it's raining hard here in Southern California today. Won't cure our drought problems. But one thing that fall rains do for me--the rosemary ground cover on the slope above my back fence turns a bright green for a couple of months. That's not a bad trade. You take pleasure where you can find it.
Came to Florida in time to vote, and here comes a hurricane. First rain bands started. I just went to Publix, and on the way back car got hit twice by little projectiles that sounded like a rock hitting the windshield on the highway. Palm fronds already flying around.
I am not too worried, though.
I went to the Bitter Lake HomeDepot looking to buy a new edge trimmer, weed whacker. I was surprised to see many of the tools behind heavy-duty aluminum bars.
Chicken wire wasn't enough??
I couldn't easily handle the potential new weed whacker, and I couldn't review the specifications written on the box to confirm my assumptions. So, I walked out.
Does Meadhouse still have an Amazon portal??
The Sun just set here in Newport, OR. We're staying at our time share, Schooner Landing. Our unit has a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean and the beach. It's cloudy with a clear band near the horizon. Yesterday, we got a downpour of hail and rain. Nice weather today.
On recent episodes of Penn's Sunday School. Penn talks about his visit to the Bob Dylan Center and "The Philosophy of Modern Song"
We've had a stretch of warm, fine weather (80s/60s), predicted to change after Thursday night to 50s/30s.
The leaves are turning out nicely. I take pleasure in reflecting on all the leaf raking I no longer do; just clearing off the brick patio now. How many hours (weeks or months worth?) of leaf-raking and hauling did I do at home, or at Oma's growing up? What a fool's errand.
Stay out of hurricanes, everyone.
Careful out there. Claire McCaskill is spewing some disinformation....MAGAS are out there in CAMO and GUNS!!! Beware of all those MAGAS lurking behind every bush and tree in the minds of these Trump delusionals.
https://twitchy.com/brettt-3136/2022/11/08/msnbcs-claire-mccaskill-says-maga-are-out-there-with-guns-and-camo-on-election-day/
These past couple of weeks I’ve encountered a few people who really think Republicans are Nazis. I was taken aback because I have known these people for a while, and while I knew they leaned liberal, I thought they were grounded in reality. One guy actually told me there is a Christian nationalist wing of the Republican Party that wants to enforce their values on everyone. Another said that the Republicans want to make Trump president for life. WTF? Where the hell do they get this stuff? Am I just as crazy when I say the Democrats want to force me, as a doctor, to give children puberty blockers? That they want to make it a violation of civil rights to refuse to give sex incongruent hormones to people, or to refuse to perform an elective abortion? Am I as crazy when I think Democrats support school curricula that promote gender confusion in children? That they support Antifa and defunding the police?
I was up last night about 315 and caught a bit of the eclipse through some high cloud.
I'm glad I made the effort.
Tonight's it's rising in a clear sky, following bright Jupiter.
Now Blogger wants to make sure
I'm not a robot
My wife and I had dinner a few weeks ago with some old friends and another couple we know but are not close to. Our friends are retired clergy (UMC/UCC) and in the course of conversation New Zealand came up as a travel destination.
Old Friend: I looked up what it takes to immigrate to New Zealand a while back --
Me: [Grinning, rubbing thumb and fingers together]
OF: Sure, that, but seriously, when I thought Trump was going to win . . .
We were sitting side by side on the couch so I couldn't read his expression that well, but I'm pretty sure he was serious.
I doubt they would make the jump, but maybe he'll have a similar reaction to a Red Wave.
oh shit!
AOC forgot to list her pronouns
And Trump tells DeSantis to stay in Florida.
What a dumb thing to say! 2 for 2. "I'll bully him and it won't work." What kind of plan is that?
I wonder if the DeSantis name recognition numbers go up every time you do that shit, Mr. Trump. Now it seems to me that DeSantis is renting space in your head.
You're the real estate guy. What's the rate for that?
(Man, it feels like 2016 all over again!)
It's strange for Trump to treat DeSantis like he's in the lead. This is what Trump did to Jeb. But it hurt Jeb and brought him down. It's lifting DeSantis up, up, and up. How does Trump not see that? So odd.
Ignore him, dummy. That's the confident thing to do, when your lead is assured. Bully tactics look weak as shit. Especially bully tactics that are doomed to fail.
It's insane to apologize for not listing your pronouns.
I don't even understand the fucking pronoun thing.
It's strictly an internet rule for people who live on the internet.
What do you dumb idiots do when you're out on the street? "I don't see any pronouns! There are no pronouns. Oh no! I'm helpless without my pronouns!"
You're going to have to put pronouns on your T-shirt and yell at people for not wearing their T-shirt.
AOC: "I'm sorry, I forgot my T-shirt. I'm a she! And a her."
Random insane person: "How do we know? You're not wearing your shirt!"
AOC: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Roof is already leaking. 🤬
I think that the leak started with Ian.
We saw a band over the weekend that we thought you might like. They do 20’s and 30’s jazz.
Miss Jubilee played at the Cherokee Street Jazz Crawl, which I also recommend heartily.
"How many hours (weeks or months worth?) of leaf-raking and hauling did I do at home, or at Oma's growing up? What a fool's errand."
It's called exercise. It's good for you.
Trump doesn't get that feuds are great TV and great wrestling, but not so great in politics. But it's mostly timing. Feuding with people in the other party is fine, but feuding with people in your own party can hurt you.
RE Jeb Bush. Reminder: Everyone is sick of the Bush family. Jeb wasn't going anywhere. His drop to the bottom in 2016 had little to do with Trump.
Walter, I can't get those videos to play properly on that site -- I'll look up Miss Jubilee on yT tom'w (already got a program for tonight). Thanks in advance for the tip. And in the spirit -- do you know La familia de ukeles? A band that never fails to brighten my mood.
It’s usually not good when the Weather Channel guy is hanging out on a beach in your neighborhood.
That's psycho talk, OM.
That much leaf dust was not good for anyone, least of all me and my allergies . . . I think it was abuse, even if Oma paid well.
OK, then. Respecting your rule.
Kemp for president 2024, possibly, considering it: a guy who *actually* has balls, well demonstrated, via integrity and standing up for it.
Just sayin’.
Regards,
Lori
reader_iam
On the Myers-Briggs scale, I am right in the middle on the thinking feeling spectrum. 50-50. I'm a thinker and a feeler.
When I was a kid, I had a neighbor whose mom was really smart. And I was like, "What do you think is better, thinker or feeler?" And she laughed at me and said, "Are you kidding? You got to be a thinker!" Like it was the dumbest fucking question in the world. I'm like, "Oh."
One time at a dance, I was probably about 18, for some reason I was dancing with my friend's mom, and I was getting a boner in the middle of it -- I'm getting the year wrong, I think, and maybe the place, but this shit happened -- and I was like, "holy fuck, I think I want to MILF." And lucky for my sorry ass her husband interrupted our dance and took over.
Her daughter, when she was, I don't know, 21, which was weird because I knew her when she was 10, turned into like a sexual beast, you could see it in her eyes. Like she was looking around, trying to decide who she wanted to fuck next. To me she was like a 10-year-old with tits and she was hot now. But I still remember her being 10, right? Anyway, I avoided that shit.
As far as I know, I have not yet fucked a mom. But I'm relatively certain that I fucked a lot of sisters. Anyway, I hope this particular friend does not recognize himself. But if he does, dude, I didn't do shit! Totally innocent! Just bad thoughts and shit!
My other best friend had a hot sister who looked so much like him there was no way it was going to happen. She liked me, too. I was like, "No fucking way, this would be so gay. You got my buddy's face. I can't do this shit." I mean, she was hot. But it was weird. It would be kind of like having sex with my best friend while he's in transition.
People are like, "You're straight, you have no idea."
I'm like, "Well, if you almost fuck somebody's sister who looks like your best friend, you sort of had a clue what that's like." Anyway, avoided that one, too.
I had another best friend (I have a lot of friends, if you're a feeler that's what happens), whose sister had a crush on me. One time she called me up because she needed a ride somewhere. And I'm like, "Where's your brother? Call his ass." And she said, "My brother's dead in a ditch." (Or the moral equivalent). Anyway, brother was not available. And I'm like, "well, this is fucking annoying." (Which I did not say out loud because my mother taught me to be polite). So I drove over to the high school in my CJ-7 -- I was kind of a high school bad ass in my CJ-7, there would be a whole line of cars to get out of the high school parking lot, and I would drive my Jeep over the fucking curb and skip out of there in front of 40 cars, and nobody stopped that shit because they were in awe, as a matter of fact I'm going to detour into another CJ-7 parking lot story, in law school there wasn't enough room in the top parking lot, so a lot of people had to park underneath and walk the fuck to class, and one day I was late so I drove my CJ-7 up over the curb and parked it on the fucking sidewalk, because that's the shit you can do with a Jeep, and nobody said shit to me about it, because, as I mentioned earlier, Jeeps are fucking awesome and everybody's awestruck with my badness, even the Dean didn't say shit to me, although he was kind of a bad ass himself, former DA, and when I tried to transfer to Carolina because there was a girl I wanted to fuck in Carolina, and when he asked me why I wanted to transfer to Carolina, I couldn't answer that shit because thinkers are not impressed by feelers who want to fuck some girl up in Carolina, so I couldn't give him a reason for transferring to Carolina, so he put that transfer request in his desk and ignored the shit out of it, which is why I never transferred to Carolina. Might also be why he never did shit about my fucking parking. I never know what's going on with other people. Where was I?
Oh yeah, my best friend's little sister called me up for a ride, and so I drove over to the high school. And when I get there, she's standing on the curb, with six of her friends, and they are all looking at me. And I'm looking at them. And I'm like, "Where did you want to go?" And she said, "Oh, I didn't want to go anywhere. I just wanted to see if you would come over here." And I'm like, motherfucker. Did not say that out loud. Just drove away, in righteous indignation, in my CJ-7. I didn't drove over a curb because I only do that shit if I have to. Fuck that Jeep was fun.
When she was a senior in high school, she called me up because she had applied to UGA (my school), and she said, "hey, I'm driving up to UGA to check it out, and I need a place to stay, can I stay with you?" And I'm like "Yeah, I got a sofa, that's fine." So she came up and stayed with me and we had some beers and you can probably guess what happened. Several months later, my best friend calls me up. "Hey Taylor," he said. "I hear you hooked up with my sister."
There was silence on the line from my end, because I was thinking, or maybe feeling, I'm pretty sure it was feeling, "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," like that. And then he laughed his ass off at me.
A couple of decades later, my best friend and I had an argument about abortion over the phone, and I told him that abortion kills a baby, and they induce birth and stab a baby in the middle of birth, it's fucking evil as shit. And he hung up on me and never called me again. I lost a friend that day.
After about a year or two of him not talking to me, I called up his mom and asked if her son's phone number is working, because when I call him up I'm getting a recording and I'm not reaching him. And she gave me his number and I said "that's the number I got." And she said, "Well, I'll call him and get him to call you." And I said, "That would be awesome."
And he called me and we had a great conversation. And I apologized multiple times for our argument. Multiple times. And he said, "That's not it, just busy, you know." So we had a great conversation. And then he never called me again, again.
The eclipse yesterday was epic. Just when it hit totality, I gotta Tex from my 12yo grandson with a pic of the Blood moon. Pretty cool watching it with my buddy 30-miles apart.
My religious theory -- and I'm going to set a Godwin record by bringing up Hitler right away -- is that Hitler decided Jesus Christ was not the messiah.
And some dark spirit was warning him that the Jews would give birth to a messiah.
And so (like Herod), Hitler murdered as many Jews as he could to try to keep a messiah from being born and challenging his power.
It's too late, you dumb fucking atheist -- the messiah lived 2000 years ago.
And if you don't pray and know God, dark forces might seize your spirit.
My secular theory for Hitler is that he got syphilis from a prostitute and syphilis made him insane. Read that somewhere.
I don't actually give a shit about his motivations. And I do not mean to be glib about the Holocaust. I still think of it as the worst event in human history.
I would remind the Jews, you were chosen by God (mixed blessing). Do not be afraid of death, for we all will die, and we have no control over it, except for suicidal people who have lost their way.
Anybody who hates the Jews, hates God.
Mel Gibson's excellent The Passion of Jesus Christ was made by a horrible sinner (and he knows it, I think).
God bless.
Amazon proof-of-delivery photo shows package and Doberman nose
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that's funny!
my dog is kind of a pussy but man she sounds like a beast
Her first year, she was terrified of dogs. One time a big dog was racing toward her (a girl was trying to walk her boyfriend's dog and he got loose) and that dog was racing towards Vanna (my dog) and she started crying, terrified. So it was up to me to stop the dog so I said Sit! or No! or whatever the fuck I said. Might have grabbed him by the collar, too. Anyway, that dog fucking sat.
Now sometimes I will be working at my computer and my dog will be at the window and she will say, Arf! Motherfucker! Arf! which makes me jump about six inches out of my chair. Holy shit, dog, I'm trying to work here.
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