Friday, July 26, 2024
Dear John
Thursday, July 25, 2024
Hopelessly Hoping
Wednesday, July 24, 2024
"Baking" with Blobby
It's all prep - and some refrigerator time. That's it.
I was down in Columbus this past weekend visiting my peeps and staying with Georty.
The Geo part of this duo is a phenomenal cook - and baker. I won't try to oversell his skills mainly because I don't think I can do him justice.
I ended up leaving there with three recipes I will try out and no doubt share here (well, assuming I'm successful at them).
This is one of them - a dessert.
A Lime Icebox Cake.
Except that it's lemon. ....and maybe a pie.
George made a lime version. I adapted a bit to make a lemon one. Oddly enough, so did he on the same day as I.
I'll leave both fruits in the below instructions, though it's really just subbing citrus.
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
Change
That said, I don't have any words of doom either.
I was fearful that Pappy Joe would stay in the race. I was equally fearful he'd pull out......unlike BLOTUS' dad did.
Joe should have dropped out two years ago, leaving the party time to groom a successor. 3+ months is a fuck of a short time to do the same.
And no, Harris would not necessarily been the successor two years ago. She is by default now because, well........tick tick tick......
The timing, or lack thereof, leads to very little wiggle room for anything. Hence my fear.
Now, maybe - just maybe - the DNC has been planning for this scenario for a long time, but historically and overall, they're not really long-term strategists.
Harris seems to have been sidelined for years. At least BLOTUS had Pence at every single bill and executive order signing. I don't know she's been road tested for the big job. To be fair to her - no other dem has been either.
I'm thinking Pappy Joe (well, the DNC) waited to announce this until after the RNC convention. The latter has now wasted a semi-full televised week bashing someone who is now no longer running. They didn't have a chance to show their misogyny and racism (well....more than usual - and targeted) on national tv.
This wasn't quite a surprise. I got an email from the DNC store to buy stuff. On a whim, I clicked on it. There were ZERO items in the entire store that had either Biden's or Harris' name on them. Not one. Just generic: "Vote Blue" bullshit.
Either they didn't trust he'd drop out and try to disassociate the name, or they knew.
Harris has a very unique opportunity in front of her - and I hope to fuck the DNC understands the assignment. She has to be a pitbull.
First off, BLOTUS challenged Pappy Joe to cognitive testing. Harris should demand the same. Watch the pussy dance around that one.
But she should take no prisoners. This is not politics as usual. Joe was never firm enough about deceit, convictions, charges, ties to Russia. Harris was a prosecutor, let's put that background to good use. She can really speak to his trail of crimes.
None of that action will get a BLOTUS-er to change their vote, but maybe enough to get someone out to vote for her, who wasn't planning on voting at all.
Joe also has a very unique opportunity in front of him. A few, actually.
Thanks to BLOTUS' / SCOTUS ruling on presidential immunity, there are any number of things Joe could do "legally" that would have been frowned on before. They'd still be frowned on, but immunity to presidents is like religion in schools - you only really want it for one.
Joe could resign, effectively making Kamala president. The first female president. The first female person of colour president. He would be making history. Not a bad note on which to go out. Yes it reeks of a VEEP storyline, but what the fuck - it could boost a lot of things.
That all said, at least now there is true energy around this campaign. Positive energy at that.
I had no intention of watching the DNC convention, now I kind of have to. I had no intention of watching a presidential debate - now I kind of have to - assuming there will be another.
It will be great if she thanks BLOTUS for this just 13 years ago.
VP picks and jockeying will be interesting.
I hate to say it, but Petey B cannot be the selection. As the top of the ticket is already female and black, the proverbial targets are in the opposition's sites, and the dem voters - let's be honest. Add gay to that, and you'll have enough people wringing their hands. Ditto with a two-woman ticket. This country just isn't ready for either combo. May as well add another person of colour too.
There is chatter about Mark Kelley - which would bring an actual astronaut into the race. And it would bring gun control up a few rungs, as his was is Gabby Giffords. Gavin Newsome's name has popped up too. This could bee interesting.
Now about BLOTUS: the media has been obsessed about Biden's cognitive state. BLOTUS has had many many gaffes and moments. Will the media be as focused on those now? (pssssst - they will not. they're afraid of having access cut off from the most narcicisstic man in the land. and the media is filled with hypocrites.)
Of course, I'll vote for Harris. What is the option?
I just need to see the VP selection before we order any yard signs. Or whether I just create a BLOTUS / HITLER sign of my own and point out who is top of the ticket.
Song by: Tears for Fears
Monday, July 22, 2024
My Music Monday
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Shopping with Blobby
Saturday, July 20, 2024
Creep
Friday, July 19, 2024
Running Blind
These are master athletes over the age of, I think, 35. This includes 24 medal contending events such as baseball, tennis, pickleball, archery, bowling, curling (yes, in summer!), various running races and yes, cycling.
There are other things too.
Walking Shep, we stumbled upon the cycling.
A few weeks back, I was asked if I'd be interested in being a guide for a visually impaired runner who wanted to do the 10k. Oddly, I wanted to do it. I smart enough to ask their goal and pace. No reason for me do it if I couldn't keep up with them.
Her (yes, a she) pace was fine for me. Slow for me even, but hey - when would I have the chance to run in the Pan-Am games again? Yeah, I was supposed to see my friends this weekend, but I figured I'd blow them off reschedule.
The intermediary said they'd send her an email saying we had someone. I started to panic as I found out it was a "reduced" fee of $125. For a fucking 6 mile run. I was assured, as a guide, the fee was waived.
As it would turn out, neither I or the set-up guy heard back from her. Then it got me thinking: he sent her an email. She's site impaired. How does she know she got an email??
Yes, I'm well aware of programs that tell you and will read them - but just asking the questions was the joke. And it sounds better than I got passed over by Helen Keller.
I will not be running on Sunday. I will be - but not with the Pan-Am games.
Song by: Godsmack
Thursday, July 18, 2024
Star Spangled Banner
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Hypocrite
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
Baking with Blobby
Monday, July 15, 2024
My Music Monday
Sunday, July 14, 2024
Shoot
Saturday, July 13, 2024
12 of 12
So I'm doing my 171st 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.
Friday, July 12, 2024
Something
Thursday, July 11, 2024
Sinking
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Balls
Last evening I did a 4 mile run.
No biggie, right?
Of course it's a biggie. I can run four miles, but you know I'm not a natural at running. I never have been. I never will be.
Still, I work at it. CONSTANTLY.
I was running with my running group on Sunday and a really good runner from the training group passed me as he was biking - and acknowledged me.
It's totally petty, but I liked he saw me out there running not just with the training group. And that I was working on this more than the two days per week he runs with me.
It's like middle and high school all over again. Wanting that acceptance from the cool kids.
While the temp last evening was "only" 79, the humidity was 91%. It. Was. Miserable.
My thought was, I can do anything for four miles - and I can, but at a cost. At the 1.5 mark, my asthma semi kicked in. It took me another half mile to recalibrate my breath, but I lost some of my mojo.
I no longer carry my inhaler with me - and haven't for almost a year. With the endruance running, the meds make me extremely lightheaded. I end up feeling crappier than before. And usually I can regulate my breath.
Still, it was hilly. And hot.
My shirt was soaked to the bone. My shorts were dripping.
On weekends, I've learned to bring a change of clothing. I did no such think on a Tuesday, as they are generally shorter runs. I've heard the term 'swamp ass' and now I think I know exactly what it is.
Everything was soaking.
Ev-are-ree-thing!
Dude with a Sign is right. When I got home and peeled off my shorts before hitting the showers? PeeeeeU.
I wasn't the last of the four mile crew in, but I was close. But I passed all but two of the people doing only three miles, so there's kind of an upshot.
For a visual, after my shower, I stood in front of a fan for a few minutes while still trying to cool down.
Song by: Amy Rigby