Saturday, May 15, 2021
Friday, May 14, 2021
I'm getting a big red screen when I try to surf to Levity and Surber on Chrome. Something in Gargoyle's Safe Browsing, they say.
That, or Dr Goebbels knows where we live.
If you get said red screen, click the Details button and you can be taken to this den of iniquity forthwith.
I forget who it was 5 years ago when I was getting all wound up over Trump being accused of everything under the sun and people (Troop or Sixty, I think) saying, "Hey, we're just a little corner of the Blogosphere. We really don't matter". Could be we do.
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to getcha.
UPDATE, Will Robinson.
Turns out it was a "mistake" by Blogger.
That, or a test run.
We went to fill up the tank yesterday since we were afraid that we were back in Jimmy Carter times where they would be rationing gasoline. With the problem with that pipeline being held for ransom we thought it would be wise to have a full tank as soon as we could get one.
Gas has been steadily rising in price since the God Emperor was deposed by the forces of the Devil. I remember taking a photo of the gas pump the day before the election
Thursday, May 13, 2021
Thanks, Walt Kelly for that particular witty nugget, and not much else, in retrospect.
It was 600 days ago when I began running. I have been keeping track of my days and distance, and while I don't go far on a daily basis, I figure I make it up in volume. I have missed 10 days out of those 600, due to injury, illness (I had a cold in late 2019 - in retrospect it must have been the Chinese Creeping Crud) and on at least two of those days we had typhoons. But otherwise I have been out there, pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down, rain, shine, gloom of night, etc. It works for me.
I'll tell you what doesn't work for me - my stove. My house was built in 1951 and I think the stove was replaced in the 1970s sometime. It worked fine for years, but I have lived here for 10 years and one by one the burners have given up. Now I am down to one working burner. And while I prepare all my own meals, only rarely do I use two burners at once. So I am getting by for now. But I know it is just a matter of time until the last burner shorts out.
So this is a simple problem to resolve, right? Go to the store, buy another stove, either install it myself or pay someone to R&R the current unit. That's where the story goes off the rails. The range is a 27" wide drop-in unit. Had I not needed to buy one, like right now, I would never have learned that they are not only not in stock, they may never be in stock again. Sure, at the store they will tell you that in 60 or 90 days the manufacturer may consider making one or shipping one to the retailer, but don't you count on it, bunky! I was even able to get past the nearly $1,600 price tag for this tiny stove, when normal size stoves sell for a third of that.
So, as someone who has done carpentry his entire life I figured out what it would take to rework the cabinets and countertop in order to make room for a standard size stove. All doable, but given how old and slow I am, I need something to cook on while I am doing the carpentry. So, how about a nice two burner hotplate - that would do the job.
A bit more thinking and what do you know - since I only need two burners at most, how about a two burner hotplate made a bit more permanent - you know, attached to the range top somehow - that appeals to both the cheap me and the lazy me. Sounds like a plan!
Then when I need to move on, or when a stove becomes available (remind me when the supply chain will get better - I have heard "never" - does that sound about right to you?) then I will deal with it. In the meantime I will still be able to cook, still swim around in my Scrooge McDuck money bin and all will be right with the world. Win/win.
Now for some pictures - it was 42 degrees here last night, yet some of the local irises are hanging in there:
We have had a lot of overcast and it was cold and rainy this morning - it's nice to get some sunshine.
How about some all-singing all-dancing videos:
That young whippersnapper Trooper posted while I was writing this one - sorry about stepping on your post, but there is a certain commonality between the two. Gold, old, cold, so it goes...
Update part deux:
Catherine O'Hara at 1:11 - yeah, no, no theme, not at all...
But wait, there is more:
My dog in the bamboo.
Wednesday, May 12, 2021
The Samoan Fruit Bat:
It's perfect for the New America: an intersectional blend of Froot-Loop and Moonbat, and not actually American at all.
The pic above is one of the recent National Parks Quarters. The Mint will also be releasing a series of Pioneering Women Quarters, and Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen wants to hear your suggestions. Of course, they must be "...women known for their work in civil rights, science, the arts and abolition, among other areas, with an emphasis on women from "ethnically, racially and geographically diverse backgrounds..." They also have to be dead.
I plan to nominate suffragist, temperance crusader and Prohibition Party leader Frances E. Willard. She's not very diverse, but I'd love to see that face, and that pince-nez, on a coin. (Here's my favorite picture of her.)
So far, at least, our currency still has the look of a safe, stable medium of exchange: sober green, with pictures of neoclassical buildings and dead politicians. But I suspect within a decade we will have gone Full Third World -- hues of peach and magenta, and pictures of wind farms, Natural Wonders and poets nobody has heard of. And, of course, lots of zeroes:
"I have won the prize." "It is not for my blog." "I gave it to the fat Irish man. It is his white privilege."
"So they gave me the plug. Not the plug for the butt like the one they gave that maricon fudge packer Aaron Rodgers. It is the plug for the spark."
"I see car people."
Tuesday, May 11, 2021
I could never understand why my Uncle Herman got tired of banging my Aunt Lily. I mean she was a very sexy woman even thought she was 650 years old. Now I know he loved my young and nubile body but he should have had enough spunk to throw one to Aunt Lily now and again.
She got increasingly frustrated as he began to ignore her. She would dress provocatviely and act all sex kitten like when she made him his dinner. He was oblivious to it all. He did keep sneaking up to my room and sticking into my tight virgin pussy so he got off but it didn't do anything for Aunt Lily.
When Uncle Herman up and left us for that whore Carol Herman it was a shock to all of us. No one more so than to Aunt Lily. She went off the deep end. Her sexuality came to the fore. She didn't care anymore. Eddie was grown up enough and had his own concerns. She wasn't worried about me. So she indulged herself and as a succubus she could get pretty indulgent.
She would host orgies with that New York ad man and his French Canadian wife. Charlie would bring all the girls. That Squeaky was a stone freak. Aunt Lily would lounge around all day in her sexy underwear masturbating openly in front of everyone. It got to be a little much. I have to admit I was not immune to her charms.
Every once in a while I would have a little munch.