Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Passover

I am amused when people will say "happy Passover". 

What????

I think people think it's like Easter where one gets Peeps, eggs and chocolate. Instead of plagues and bitter roots. 

I guess the only overlay in the Venn Diagram of the two observances is that the first born son is killed. If only Jebus had some lamb's blood above his door. 

If only. 

There ain't nothing 'happy' about it. 

But it seems that people don't get the movie - as cheesy as it is - the 10 Commandments. I don't truly think they associate it with Passover. 

I mean pre-cable TV, for years it was lumped into being seen once a year, the same weekend as the Wizard of Oz. All of it fantasy to most. 

I can guarantee you, 99% of the people who saw the movie had heard of "Moses" and no other character in that movie. Though you gotta laugh at Edward G. Robinson playing any role in that. 

Honestly, Jebus was a Jew and is there any mention of Passover in the New Testament?  There are people who will say that the last supper was a Seder, but..........I dunno. 

A quick Gooooooogle search will say the NT "suggests".......fill in the blank for your own cherry picking. I'm beginning to think Jebus wasn't a very observant Jew. Yeah yeah - he died on "Good Friday" before sundown, but.........that just seems convenient for storytelling. You gotta back that "three days" (really, 36 hours) from your contrived "Easter Sunday". 

Of course, it would all be contrived. 

None of it is the word of g-d. It's the word of men. And I go with the Tracy Chapman lyric on this:

There is fiction in the space between / The lines on your page of memories / Write it down but it doesn't mean / You're not just telling stories.



Song by: Joy Division

Monday, April 22, 2024

My Music Monday

I gotta give it to my oldest nephew. Eons ago, maybe before he was even in college (he's 30 now), he attempted to turn me on to the music of Hozier. He ever burned me a cd.  Yes, if you date time by technology, it was a while ago. 

At the time it didn't speak to me and I let it be. But lo and behold, 15 years (or so) later, Hozier had an album that did ok on the alternative music scene. I could look up the tune I liked, but that seems like work. I liked the music and the melody - and to sound like an old fuddy-duddy, I couldn't understand a word he sang on that song. I liked it nonetheless. 

It took that song for me to realize Hozier is a dude and not a band. 

Hozier has a new song out - "Two Sweet" - about a month old. It's melodic and extremely catchy, especially the chorus. 

He mentions whiskey, which I don't drink. Maybe it's good, but I cannot get past the smell. Ditto for bourbon or scotch. Maybe now that I'm an old man, I should give it another shot.  .......though if I were in AA, I'd be earning my 90 day chip next week. 

I also don't drink coffee. 

I still like the song. 

Now that he has some popularity, I'm guessing my nephew no longer likes Hozier. 

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Cooking with Blobby

Today we are doing a patty melt. 

Oddly, until a few months ago, technically I've never had one. I know, right?

Actually, until a few years ago, while loving onions, I loathed grilled onions. Or thought I did. 

If I brought it up to my psychiatrist ever, I'm sure we'd quickly get down to my mother's love for liver and grilled onions. For decades I would avoid both. I still avoid liver. 

Still, patty melts we'd only get when out - and rarely at that. While I love hamburgers on the grill, sometimes you just want something a little different. While this is more labour intensive than throwing meat on a grill, it is totally worth it. 


INGREDIENTS 

Yield: 4 servings 

4 to 6 tablespoons unsalted butter 
2 large onions, peeled and thinly sliced 
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste 
1½ pounds ground beef, at least 20 percent fat 
8 slices seeded rye bread 
8 slices Swiss cheese, approximately ½ pound 


Let's start with we basically cut everything in half here, though we had about 2/3rds of the ground beef which was 15% fat. I get where 20 could have been better.  So our reduction made us three melts

The main photo has Worchester Sauce - which I thought we'd use but didn't, though it would have been fine. 

 PREPARATION 


Step 1  Caramelize onions. Melt 2 tablespoons of the butter in a large skillet set over high heat. When it foams, add the onions and sprinkle with salt. Do not stir immediately. Wait 1 minute, then begin to stir frequently over high heat for 5 minutes or so, or until the onions have released some liquid and started to become translucent. 



Step 2  Reduce the heat to medium, and cook, stirring often, for what will seem like a very long time, until the onions are fully melted and dark golden brown, approximately 30 to 40 minutes (30 tops!). Remove onions, and set them and the skillet aside. (You can caramelize the onions a day ahead of time and reheat slowly when you’re ready to cook.) 

The reduce to so little, but taste and smell so great. 


Step 3  Cook the burgers. Add the remaining butter to the skillet in which you cooked the onions, and place it over medium heat. Gently divide the ground beef into 4 small piles, and then lightly form these into patties that are like flattened meatballs, roughly the shape of a slice of rye bread. Season aggressively with salt and pepper.  (I assume it doesn't mean throwing spices at the meat!)


Step 4  Increase the heat under skillet to high. Put the patties into the skillet with plenty of distance between them, and allow them to cook, without moving, for approximately 2 minutes. Use a spatula to turn the patties over, and continue to cook for another 2 to 2½ minutes, then remove the patties from the skillet, and allow them to rest. (They will at this point be rare inside.) 



Step 5 Decrease the heat below the skillet to medium, and put four pieces of rye bread into the butter and fat that remains from cooking the patties. Top each piece with a slice of cheese, then a patty, then some of the caramelized onions, and finally another slice of cheese and another slice of rye.

I forgot to take a pic of putting onions on it.  Oh, and we used sourdough, because ironically, I'm not a fan of Jewish rye bread. 




Use the spatula to press down on the packages, and after about a minute or so, carefully turn over each patty to begin to brown the other side. (You may need to add the additional butter.)   We did. 



Cook until the cheese is fully melted and the bread is golden brown and crisp on both sides. Slice in half before serving.

Yeah yeah, the plate is messy, but the sandwich was SO good. The ones we had while ordering out were good, but not as good as this. 

This is more labour intensive than a hamburger, but to me, the pay off was worth it.  We shall be doing these again. 


Note:  this might be better in a cast iron pan, but we don't have one. They seem like a LOT of work. 

Saturday, April 20, 2024

Staring at the Sun

Last week, due to 12 of 12, you didn't get a full compliment of pet pics. I'll try to make up for some of that now. 

Simon loves looking at birds and squirrels.

Even I think my mother would approve how Simon uses her old dining room table to nap. 

Awaiting the walk. Somewhat impatiently. 

I don't know who this is, but they were so friendly and go lots of pets. 

Big boy.....for still being a "kitten"

Even Shep was prepared for Totality. 


He wasn't stealing my jellybeans. I put them down to retrieve the mail. 



Song by:  U2

Friday, April 19, 2024

Ain't Equal

Back in 1989, Laurie Anderson had these lyrics in her song "Beautiful Red Dress":

"I just want to say something. 
You know, for every dollar a man makes a woman makes 63 cents. 
Now, fifty years ago that was 62 cents. 
So, with that kind of luck, it'll be the year 3,888 before we make a buck."

According to the Pew Research Center, in 2023, women now make $0.82 for every dollar a man earns. 

I've said for a while now, that if one insists on having a 'gender reveal party', the expectant couple should open a wallet. If it has a one dollar bill, it's a boy.  If it has 73 cents (now I guess 82), it's a girl. I wonder how real that party gets after that showstopper. 

Even in the Ocean's movies (ewww), the women only had Ocean's 8.  Or 73% of Ocean's 11. They movie makers didn't even try to hide it. 

On the surface, it would seem that Anderson's calculations would be off a bit, but not by that much. Still - $0.24 increase in 23 years is kind of astonishing compared to that rate it had been increasing prior to 1990. 

But then you take this latest wage gap example:



I get it - it's sports, and the market drives what you get paid. But does it? By that much? 

Mind you, I don't follow college basketball that closely, let alone the drafts, but even Mary Ingalls could see that this is way lopsided. Even some of the least knowledgable sportsball folks has heard Caitlin Clark's name all season. She is a phenom in basketball. 

Notice, I did not say "women's basketball". 

Yes, I get that men's basketball is more established and brings in more money than the WNBA.  But for one player, does it bring in more than 163 times as much?  One player. Now add in the Currys, James and the lot. 

For those who know of the WNBA player Brittney Griner who was detained, tried and was in prison in Russia a year or two ago, she was met with comments like:  "you don't see Lebron James playing basketball in Russia". 

Because he can afford not to. WNBA players have to pick up other opportunities to actually make money. He brings home about $42M a year - NBA pay.  Not Nike, Tonal or Sprite endosements, and to whatever else he lends his name and likeness.

So, now let's go back to that wage gap to the two examples above. I'm not sure my iPhone calculator could show the disparity in pay, but it is no longer $0.82 to the dollar. More like a percentage of a penny? 

Just remember folks, every single Republican - including the females - voted against equal pay act. Oh - and the GOP congressmen who sponsored the bill even voted against it.  And this year, Republicans rejected a Democratic attempt to include equal pay in the Women's Bill of Rights. 

And isn't it just fucking sad that we have to make a separate bill of rights for a specific gender? 

May I have some GOP readers. If so, they don't really speak up here. But if they are, I'm all ears to hear why they think women don't deserve equal pay. 

I'll wait.  



Song by: Megan Thee Stallion

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Dark Sunglasses

While it is not difficult to do anymore (or ever), but I am so annoyed right now. 

Apparently the networks are hounding BLOTUS and Pappy Joe about the debates. While I get it, you do know that most of the states haven't even had their primaries. It's just the forgone conclusion - one in which we truly have zero say. 

While BLOTUS 2024 signs have been up since 2021 (not kidding), I'm just starting to see ones of Pappy Joe. 

They are two sided signs. 


The first side?  Fine, I guess. 


The other side?  What the actual fuck!!!


I've checked other signs, so it's not like the rain made the ink run. They're all this way.

Does Pappy Joe have conjunctivitis?  Is he in a new Predator movie? 


What kills me is this idea had to go through multiple approvals, and this was what they deemed was the best of them? 

I seriously don't know what message this is supposed to convey, and I'm guessing most voters won't either.  For an undecided voter, this sign isn't going to sway anyone to Pappy Joe's side. 




Song by: Chrissie Hynde

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Up and Down

The title of this post could mean just about anything, right?  My moods (mood?) for starters. 

That's probably a post for another time. Maybe. 

Last evenings run with the training group was just fraught with issues. They send out an email a day before to tell us of our distance and route. Normally, I read them religiously, but I didn't even look timely. I knew it wouldn't be more than 6 miles, and I can do that. (Whoever thought I could say that ever?)

But around 16:30 (run begins at 18:00) my curiosity got the better of me and I looked. I didn't see the distance because for the first time it seems we were not running from our normal place, but much farther out in the 'burbs. 

Crap. 

I had to rush to get ready and leave earlier to get there, as it was rush hour. It's just as well I didn't look at the evening activity. I assumed, where we were going to be was going to be hill work, as it is a park with mostly one hill..........that goes up for almost two miles. So, on the drive I was mentally preparing for that. For me, hills are more mental than physical, but just by a bit. 

On the drive, I realized I left my watch at home, which means, IF I wanted to track my miles and progress, I'd hve to run with my phone, which I hate. And it was75°, which means it would feel like it was 85° .

When I got there, I learned we'd be running a mile warm-up and then do hill sprints, eight times, and then a cool down casual run. 

Well, double crap. 

With my knee, I've been semi-avoiding hill sessions. I still run with the group, but do more distance while they tackled the hills. And while my knee is not as bad, I was contemplating not doing hill work. But due to change in venue, many fewer people showed up, so it would be obvious I was skipping. So against my own judgement, I did hills. 

I'm kind of glad I did - for a number of reasons. 

1. I needed the work. I needed the experience. Elevation is a part of a lot of races. Ignoring it won't make it go away. The speed work was ok too. 

2. It let me know my knee wasn't too fucked up. Yeah, but #8, I was feeling it a little, but not like I had thought it would be. 

3. It was a bonding moment. With a much smaller group - and most of them the A-list runners - it was more of a personal commiseration with a group who is less familiar with me. 

The drill was: 45 second sprint up hill; 2 minute recovery, which included getting downhill and prepping for the next 45 seconds. Eight times. 

In theory 45 seconds x 8 doesn't seem so bad. It was work, for sure - a lot of it - but it didn't kill me or even come close. 

My phone app shows the ups (sprints) and downs (recovery).

The timing thing shows weird. 13:09 average pace also includes the waiting recovery period, as I don't pause between intervals. And obviously, while I didn't sustain it, at a time I was on pace for a 4:31 mile. Uphill. With a bad knee. 

I'm taking this as a win. 

Makes me a bit more confident for a 20 mile run on Saturday. 



Song by: the Cars

Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Crash and Burn

I know the BLOTUS trial started today, but that's all I know, so far. You know me, I'm avoiding it........unless it's an unmitigated disaster for him. Then I'll be all over it .

Honestly, I did think he'd dump his counsel over the weekend so force a delay in trial. So, I was wrong on that, though a friend later told me that the judge had already warned him against such an action. 

But you know, it's not like he doesn't ignore judges all the time. 

You can see from the image that Truth Social Media looks to be $32.68 a share, down from $66.52 it has been upon going public.

That was over the weekend. It's down farther to $26.62, making BLOTUS lose another $540M!

Last Friday, on NPR's Marketplace, some BLOTUS follower said he put his entire life savings into this venture. He's lost more than half of his investment and still thinks he'll make a profit. 

There is literally no helping these people see the light of day. BLOTUS could kill their only child and they'd be like "I'm sure he had his reasons". 

Allegedly, the company has said it has doubts about it's ability to keep operating. 

WHAT????  Another BLOTUS venture go belly-up???  That's unpossible. 

The company statement made me LOL:

President Donald J. Trump BLOTUS is the subject of numerous legal proceedings. An adverse outcome in one or more of the ongoing legal proceedings could negatively impact TMTG,” the company noted. “If President Donald J. Trump BLOTUS were to cease to be able to devote substantial time to Truth Social, TMTG’s business would be adversely affected.”


I think they just dinged the judge on the gag order, as well as saying that Truth Social is worth nothing without BLOTUS........since he is the only one who actually uses it. And the "man" is in his late 70s. It's not like he's going to be around for the long haul - ongoing legal proceedings or not. 

Actually, I'm surprised they acknowledged anything legal related. 

I hope the lot of his followers / investors go broke. How will they pay for their shoes and bibles? He'll still get a free pass, but it's nice someone is gonna lose. 




Song by: Sheryl Crow

Monday, April 15, 2024

My Music Monday

I bought Mumford & Sons' debut album back in 2011 (!!!!).  I wasn't wow'd with it and I'm assuming they came out with new stuff since. 

I do know they kicked one of their members out one of their members quit after a controversy of endorsing some right-wing bullshit conspiracy book.  I know their lead singer married Carey Mulligan. And from some interview when she asked Bradley Cooper to name or sing any of her husband's music, he couldn't - so that was fun.

And while I do not foresee me purchasing any of their music going fowrward, I'm not hating their new song with Pharrell Williams. 

Again, save for his hit "Happy" and his work with that hyper-repetitive Daft Punk song, "Get Lucky" and the plagiaristic Robin Thicke song (for which Pharrell had to pay millions on) I couldn't tell you a thing he's done. 

That said - knowing that Mumford & Co had been fairly locked-in artistically-wise, I have to believe Pharrell is the one who brought them something newer sounding with their new song "Good People". 

While I won't purchase it, I also don't turn it off when it comes on the radio. 



Sunday, April 14, 2024

Baking with Blobby

Way way way back when, on 710's and my first official date, I wasn't invited back for a drink, but for banana bread.  

Actually, that wasn't even a euphemism. 

I don't like banana bred, but I went over to his place anyway. So, we did have "banana bread", the euphemism. 

Now and then, 710 makes banana bread, and we often make fun of that first date. 

But we had a bunch of over-ripened bananas that end up in our freezer for "later". Even though I don't like banana bread, I thought, oh what the fuck, I'll surprise my husband. And I thought, maybe if I added chocolate, I'd like it too. 

Let's get to it. 


Ingredients 

1 1/2 cups (380g) ripe and mashed banana (3-4 medium bananas), measured 
1/2 cup (100g) packed light brown sugar 
1/2 cup (100g) granulated sugar 
1/2 cup (110g) unsalted butter, melted 2 large eggs 
1 tsp vanilla extract 
1/2 cup (130g) 2% Greek yogurt (sour cream also works) 
1 1/3 cups (180g) all-purpose flour 
1 tsp baking soda 
1/2 tsp salt 
3/4 cup (140g) mini chocolate chips + a handful more for sprinkling on top 

Intstructions

Preheat your oven to 325F and grease and line a 9×5 loaf pan with parchment paper. 


In a bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt. Set aside. 


In a separate bowl, mix together the melted butter and sugars until you reach a paste-like consistency. This may take some vigorous whisking for a minute or two. You can either use a whisk or an electric mixer with the paddle attachment. 


Add in your mashed bananas followed by the eggs, yogurt, and vanilla. 


Once all of your wet ingredients are mixed together, fold in the dry ingredients. 


Then, fold in the chocolate chips. Pour the batter into your prepared loaf pan and spread it even. 



Sprinkle extra chocolate chips on top if you like.  I used dark chocolate chips. And the recipe calls for mini - but I didn't those. So they got the adult size. 



Bake for 1 hour to 1 hour 15 minutes or until a toothpick comes out with a few moist crumbs. Let it cool completely before removing from the pan. Store at room temperature in an air-tight container.

Mine went for about 1 hour 25 minutes because the knife did not come out clean (I don't have toothpicks). .


It turned out ok. 710 likes it more than I do. It's not that the recipe didn't come out - it's just not my thing. I've come to the realization is that the only way I like bananas are just bananas. No bread. No pie. 

Saturday, April 13, 2024

12 of 12

So I'm doing my 168th 12 of 12.

Normally it is 12 pictures taken on the 12th of the month. Since I only post once per day, you get my images the following day. All pictures taken with my iPhone. Click images to enlarge, if you choose.

Created by Chad Darnell and picked up from, what I can tell, any number of random bloggers who then link back to him and vice versa. Chad is no longer doing this, nor is successor coordinating the linking of other 12 of 12'ers anymore. 


Sorry kids - every so often, 12 of 12 displaces the pet section of this blog. I'll try to make it up to you all. Though I really don't know how that would work. 

02:27.  First wake-up. 
Going back to sleep is fraught with problem for me should I wake in the middle of the night. 
This was no different. 

05:45.  Last out. 
So I made the bed. This is the before. 

06:08.  Cheerios Distribution. 
Breakfast 1

06:43. Bike time. 
16 mile run planned for today, so yesterday I didn't run - just 14 miles on the bike. 

08:55. Breakfast 2. 

12:13.  Petrol 
Not on fumes, but closer than I'd like. 

16:10.  Welcoming Committee. 
But he didn't bite me. So: win!

16:22.  Laundry. 
I could run in dirty running clothes, but it was time. 


17:09.  Duty. 
The dog must be walked rain or shine. And it has been pouring for 55+ hrs now. It is miserable. 

19:09.  Charge. 
Need to make sure my watch is fully charged for tomorrow. 710's was already charging. 

17:18.  Salad. 
It was my "job" to make the salad for dinner. 

21:15.  It took me a bit, but I got there. 




Friday, April 12, 2024

Killer

The man doesn't deserve his picture up here. 

Orenthal James is dead. ...and not a minute too soon, if you ask me. 

I remember the slow car chase all those years ago. It started before I even left work, and I just sat at home, ordered a pizza and watched.  And watched. 

Ditto with the trial. 

The verdict was strange. Well, where I was. Everyone was at work and we piled into a medium sized conference room to await the jury's decision. 

Working at a large higher educational area at the time, I'd say at least one-third of those in the room were persons of colour. When the verdict was read aloud, it was the most most most uncomfortable scenario:  white people groaning; black people cheering. It was a weirdly divisive moment.  And somehow it brought us the Kardashians, so..........another tragedy on top of it all. 

Oddly, just the other day somehow in random conversation I brought up Kato - but me from the Green Hornet or Lantern or something.  710 goes, "you mean Kaelin?". I suppose everyone has their cultural references. Talk about your fame for 15 minutes. 

The group was texting yesterday (which is where I got the title image - thanks Mort) and I poked, "He never did find the real killer" as he claimed he'd do, and then I added on "I guess he never had a mirror". 

Comedy never waned when it came to an OJ reference.  SNL did a skit not that long ago that was well done - though Gal Gadot is all about the cue cards.

 

And Family Guy has tons of things OJ related. I found this one the funniest. Really this should start at the 2:08 mark, should it not, just move the bar to get you there.  



The internet is a little abuzz about it all. Not as much as I thought it would, but then I don't have X or Threads or anything. 

Some of them blah, one or two were good.  Like this one. 





Song by: Seal

Thursday, April 11, 2024

News

Sometimes I get to submit movie reviews here just to warn you all to stay away. From the movie that is, not the blog. 

I watch them, so you don't have to.

On a whim, we watched Scoop - a semi-recent tale of probable semi-truths of a BBC show called Newsnight snagging an interview with Prince Andrew regarding his friendship with Jeffrey Epstein and his probable "relations" with underaged females that Mr. Epstein and his pimp girlfriend acquired. 

BTW - "relations" is code for "rape", as the girls were minors, it is actually rape. 

I don't care one way or another about the royal family. We haven't even bothered with the last two seasons of the Crown. The first two, we weren't born yet, so it was of interest. The second two - well, Olivia Colman. While I like Delores Umbridge as sovereign (I assume, as I haven't actually seen her in the role), the idea of Diana / Charles / Fergie / Randy Andy and Camilla bore me. 

Scoop bored me. 

The draw to the Netflix movie was Gillian Anderson - plain and simple. And she's lost in this. She's fine and all, but hasn't quite given up her Margaret Thatcher accent fully since the Crown. Her role quite wasted. 

The protagonist, if you will, is the woman who secured the interview for Newsnight. Billie Piper is the actress' name, I searched her IMDB, but haven't seen her in anything. Those who watch Doctor Who might. Perhaps she has the character down, but it's distracting. Looks. Mannerisms, Speech. 

It's another reason to watch a movie with closed caption. You shouldn't have to work so hard with some English accents, but ya do here. 

Perhaps because we know the story, there is zero intrigue here. The interview ultimately got Andrew his titles stripped away from him. Well, the rapes did. The interview sealed it. 

Assuming it's true, Andrew bringing one of his daughters into the negotiations was just creepy. While clearly she has internet access and two ears, to hear people discuss her father in front of her while taking notes is unsettling.  The filmmakers didn't quite make it a point, that is my own take. 

There are no awards coming this way for anyone associated with this.

I've saved you one hour and forty-two minutes.   

You're welcome. 


2024 Movie Count / Goal: 06 of 15



Song by: Dire Straits

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Slippery People

Good lord - I'm a fucking mess. 

Eclipse day did not go without errors, not that the sun or the moon had a thing to do with them. I think. 

Hours before, I did my daily visit to the gym. Workout was not a problem. Showering was not a problem. 

Post shower???   Problem. 

I'll set the scene. 

Now, when I shower (or sauna) I either have shower shoes on or dry my feet upon my exit. This other guy - built as he is - doesn't. Didn't. And I didn't notice. 

He was in the sauna while I was in the shower. By the time I had gotten out, so had he and he was doing something in front of the sink and mirrors. I went to my locker to get my potions, lotions and cremes. A man's skin needs to be moisturized and hydrated and SPF'd dontcha know. 

While I went there, he went into the shower. Blobby did what he always does and made his to the mirror / sink area - wrapped only in a towel.  ....not that that has any bearing on the story, but I thought I'd give you all a visual in your head. 

Had I looked down, I'd have seen where the guy had been was wet. No - not wet. Sopping. I don't know if he just splashed in the sink, or if he was just dripping sweat from the sauna - or both. Seriously, it was like nine square feet of wet - slick wet. 

I know this now after the fact. 

As I approached said sink, my dry feet were no longer dry. I hit the sweat / water mixture (let's hope that's all it was) and I slipped. 

Not just slipped but skidded, if you will. Lost balance. I was going down. I was trying to avoid hitting the sink (somehow) and I did (somehow). Unfortunately, above the sink is a metal shelf where I would have placed my toiletries. 

I cracked my head on the left corner of said shelf. 

Somewhere circling my head were stars or birds, as they do in cartoonland. 

I regained my composure somewhat quickly, but it felt like forever. I looked and saw the gouge, but no blood, though I knew it was coming. And it did. 



I went to dress, then came back - carefully and with shoes on - and cleaned the wound and (now) blood. But it would take pressure for the drive home where I could get antibiotic cream and a steri-strip. 

Out walking later that evening, 710 told me that our neighbor Tish asked what happened to my head. I missed that, as her husband and I were talking eclipse. I need to come up with a good story - not the actual one. That seems little fun to me. 

I think Blobby is gonna have a new scar. It's ok. Chicks. Dig. Scars. 



Song by: Talking Heads