Sunday, February 17, 2019


The only Emergency I want to see has Randolph Mantooth and Robert Fuller in it.

This declaration from BLOTUS is a joke - to so many.

I get I fall on the liberal side of things in many ways. But to me, this isn't a liberal thing - it's a logical one.  I totally understand that with this administration, logic, facts and reasoning have zero to do in the determination to "build that wall".

Ironically, BLOTUS is looking foolish so he can not appear to be foolish for not getting said wall.

Media and legal experts expect a potential SCOTUS will end up ruling on the legality of this crisis during the 2020 election cycle.  That could just as easily work against "us" as it could for.

But the actual scary outcome of this whole thing?   Ann Coulter's tweets.

Not the tweets exactly, but that I'm AGREEING with her!     FUCK.

....and my fave, though it really has nothing to do with this above instances.........

I can't even argue with that one.

But I saw the below, and it's just a little more succinct than what you hear in the spin that is coming from the White House or even the lamestream media. 

Yes, all the big new orgs have been incredibly lame. NBC, last night interviewed someone at the Texas border - a GOP town "official" - who insisted they need a wall there.  This was after the same reporter (with the last name Gutiérrez) reported that apprehensions in this area were at a 20 year low. Nowhere did he bring this to the official's attention to get justification for the barrier, other than his political party.

You're "reporting" sound bytes, not news. While I cannot stand listening to anything BLOTUS or his cronies might say is A reason I have limited my news intake, it's not the only reason. If the mainstream media is only going to chatter about the talking points put in front of them, why even bother - the other side has won.

For all the shit CNN is given, I will give them this - they prod. Not enough and not always at the right things, but half the shit on their website I'm sure it to poke the bear. The others just try to keep the peace in hopes they don't have access cut off from them.

Song by: the Tragically Hip 

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Get Closer

I know some of you are big on the cats, so we are Sophie heavy today.

Coy - Sophie is not. 

Surveying the frozen tundra that is Lake Erie. 

Getting raspberries from the cat!

....and she's always near the heat whenever possible. 

My fave or the week. 

Song by:  Linda Ronstadt

Friday, February 15, 2019

I Could Write a Book

I got nothing.

I mean, I do - but I'm not writing about BLOTUS and his fucking national emergency. It's not like we didn't see that coming.

The only takeaway is Pelosi's pseudo-threat:  a Dem, when (and IF) in the oval office can use the same tactic for gun violence.

Still not a Nan-fan, but she has bigger balls than Paul Ryan did.  Well, so does Shep, and his are cut off.

The prob with Pelosi's "threat" is that it could backfire. It might temporarily scare the sitting GOP, but it might incentivize these turds of voters to go back in 2020 for BLOTUS.  Sure, they're seemingly PO'd about their lack of tax refunds - they're more afraid their AK-47s will go away.

Well crap. I just wrote about something that I said I wouldn't. 

Song by: Frank Sinatra

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

12 of 12

So I'm doing my 107th 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. Now it's just Erik and myself - that I know it's the only blog post he's still doing......for now.  

I still continue to do this, because of all my consistent post topics, I actually like this one the most.

04:50   Rain on trees. 
It would rain all day long. No let up. At all. 
....and yes JP - 04:50.  a.m. 

06:40.  First report of the day. 

08:00.  Clementines. 
It's that time of the year. 

08:57.  First conference call of the day. 
I was the host / moderator. 

09:55.   Bowels of the building. 
But at least I don't have to go outside for........

10:05 next meeting. 

11:55.  As seen on way back from my 10:30 meeting. 

12:30.  Lunch.  Salad. 

13:10. Security. 
I just had to pick up a new key. 

17:47.  Heading Home. Finally. 

18:10.  A talking to. 
....and I'm getting it goo. 

19:25.  Dinner. 
The less said about it, the better. 

That was the day. It's good thing I remembered to even do it.  I was almost done with the a.m. walk before I remembered the day.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Fields are Full of Your Kind

.....and so it begins.

The 2020 democratic field is large....and getting larger.

I'm not sure about this image. Is the Rock and Mark Zuckerberg contemplating a run for office?

I'd take one, but not the other. 

And Mark Kuban?  WTF.

Granted, not all of these are "official" in terms of running. Some are exploring the idea, some have already announced. All are better than the current resident at 1600 - and yes, I mean Baron.  I don't know the kid, but you gotta figure he's more prepared than his sperm donor dad.

I'm curious to see how the democratic field all plays out. I think you're going to see Biden, Bernie and Liz drop out faster than one would assume. Maybe not right away, but I don't think they're campaigns are going to cut it for the long run.

Sander is currently 77.  Biden, 76.  Warren, a woman!

I kid, I kid.  She's 69.

At this point with these three (esp the men), it's about the running mate, as a four year term is iffy and an eight year one, improbable. Besides the fact that they're older white guys - and well, I think DC has seen enough of that.  Kind of.

While we don't need 'the standard' I'd be ok with four years of 'normal'.

I see on social media people already bashing Bernie for running. JFC - let. it. go. 

You can blame the Sanders supporters for not voting Hillary, but I don't believe that to be totally true. Wasserman-Shultz disenfranchised a lot of the democratic party, when the DNC selected Clinton as the candidate regardless of what the voters might have thought. We were railroaded a candidate, come hell or high water.

AND, Hillary still won the popular vote and lost the election, so don't give me this shit that voting Bernie made Trump the winner.

Also some of these social-media rights (get it, get it??) have already picked out their candidate before much has come of them.  Oh - I remember Howard Dean and my love for him.  How'd that turn out for me (and him) after the third primary?

I'd say, "it's early", but it's not anymore. They're right on time. New Hampshire is a year away. Let's see how the next few months play out.  Some of these folks will just fall away. Some will come on board. Some will show their absolute stupidity.  Some will show they're nothing more than talk (Warren - I'm lookin' at you on this).

When all else fails, I can always write-in: the Rock.

Song by: Crowded House

Monday, February 11, 2019

My Music Monday

Poor Lindsey Buckingham

First kicked out of Fleetwood Mac last year, sued the band and settled that lawsuit - and probably walked away with some decent coin.

Now he's had emergent open heart surgery - which would have cut that tour short had he been a part of it - and possible sustained vocal cord injury which is, I'm guessing, due to the intubation.

Assuming it's not complete loss of speaking voice, I'm guessing even a hampered vocal cords would render a greater vocal range than Stevie Nicks' current three note ability.

I figured I'd give him a feature today - as I assume he's a long-time reader (ha!).  "Doing What I Can" comes from what is inarguably his best solo disk, his 1992's Out of the Cradle. It's not a perfect disk by any means, just his best one. I'm not sure what that says about some of his others.   (psssssst.  I totally know what it says about the others!)

Do I remember 1992 radio?  I do not. Not specifically. I know Buckingham wasn't really making an appearance on the airwaves, but some of his stuff could have - including "Doing What I Can".

It couldn't be worse than Jesus Jones.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Out of Time

As we have transitioned my mother into independent living, we have other things to tidy up.

Right around the holidays, I kind of panicked and wondered if anyone had tossed the food out of my mother's cupboards after she had gone into the hospital in September - never to return.

My sister confirmed she had taken care of the fridge, but nothing else. So, 710, Shep and myself went over and started with the pantry.

Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), the medicine shelf had been cleaned out. That was always like Russian Roulette.  My dad would combine things - tylenol and motrin in the same container. Who knows what you were getting, what lot number or expiration dates.  It was all about conserving space - though they always had plenty.  (Don't even ask about programs he deleted from computers because they took up 'space'.)

The food sitch wasn't much better, as we would soon find out.

We made three 'piles'.  The donate to a food bank.  To keep - for my mother or us. To toss.

The latter was due to things already being opened, unwanted by anyone ever or items that had been expired.

Now, I'm not saying my mother was attempting to poison us at every single Sunday dinner, but I'm not not saying that either. 

My LORD, the expired things in her cabinet. And not by weeks or months. That she used !!!  Granted, the pic is the extreme - and who was really using Nesquick anyways?  I'm sure it was bought with the grandkids in mind, some of whom are already out of college, the rest about to enter it. But I did have to laugh at the 2003!

It took us way longer to clean out the pantry, one cupboard and the freezer then anticipated. We'd have kept going but her big-ass trash bin was full.......and now weighted like 200 lbs. Thank g-d it was on wheels.

The Cleveland Food Bank got a three nice big boxes of fud donated to them. I hope the stuff went to good use.

We still have like the spice cupboard to go. But that won't take long.

What we are ready to do now is get the house ready to put on the market.  That's another post altogether (c'mon Airplane know what to do!)

Song by: the Rolling Stones

Saturday, February 09, 2019

Close to You

Good news Sophie lovers - she has the majority of today's pics.  No worries Shep folks, he's here too!

Colourful, comfy cat and carpet

I guess he's comfortable.  Why would he be in that position if not? 

Pretty Kitty. 

....and playful. 

She's going after the drawstring on my sweats. 

....and in the last week, Shep has turned into a cuddler.....with me.  
He's always been for 710, just not me.  I'm soaking in every second.

Song by: the Carpenters

Friday, February 08, 2019


Since I can't ever write anything better than Bezos v Enquirer, I won't even try. Though that story is quite delicious.  ....though no one wants to see Jeffy with a semi under black shorts.  And yes, I'm answering for everyone. everywhere. ever.

Instead, it's just a comedy break.  I never saw this SNL skit before (or S&L, if your BLOTUS Jr.....because he stoopid).  But it's funny..........and creepy.  And really just a humorous take on something all too real.

It's a quiz show:  Meet Your Second Wife.

One of the funniest parts might be the inability for Tina Fey to even come up with a fake character name.

Song by:  Old 97's

Thursday, February 07, 2019

Site of the Month

Myers-Briggs is nothing new.  I think I first took it when I was in my mid-20s.

While I don't think I've changed that much over the last 30 years, M-B might think otherwise.

Back in 1990 (or so), I first came up as an ESTJ.  I questioned it then, but realized there was a 'short' version of Myers-Briggs and much longer one. I also felt, at the time, the questions were more open to interpretation and probably second guessed myself on them.

The questions - then and now - make me flash on (a) certain event(s) and that is how I probably answer the questions. This would seem unwise.

I am assuming you'd want a broader perspective, but perhaps the questions asked take that into consideration and adapt your personality type as such.

An NYT Modern Love article had a person basing her new relationship on the 16 Personalities "quiz".  I mean, 16. That's like TWO Syblis.

First off, the article was crappy in the first place. The second, it truly buried the lead. She had left her husband of 19 years and the new person she was quizzing was a woman. She kind of left out the scrod-chomping aspect of this.

Later in the article was more about the potential new partners info of full tatt'd sleeves, piercings and her younger age.  I'll go with probably much younger.  Yes, I'm making assumptions, but let's just say lady A got married at 20, she's 40 now.  It's doubtful this relationship was going to stand the test of time due to a 100 questions survey.

Nor should it.

These tests are guesses at best. I've taken Myers-Briggs four times during the length of my career(s) and gotten four different answers.  I'm not sure if that says more about me or the test.

I think it's perfectly normal to be fluid. Things change. People change. Seasons change. Exposé said so in their 1988 hit.

If this is correct, my current state is:

Ehhhh.  Maybe. Maybe not.

It was a 15 minute experiment. 

Do you think yours is accurate??

Wednesday, February 06, 2019


Yesterday was a long day - for my mother and myself.

She had a scheduled cardiac catherization, well six months ago, before she got sidelined by a few other medical barriers.

In the meanwhile, like any nonagenarian, the months between these visits, her health didn't improve. It so rarely does.

Her health is not dire or anything, but the regular cath ended up being an increase in procedure and acuity. A balloon, which is similar to, yet different than, angioplasty.

The balloon in the latter is to help clear plaque and blockage, mostly in the aorta. This was to expand her right aortic valve.

This is a step in hopes of getting her a new valve. But now it's a wait and see game. Her cardiologist and I will meet in six weeks to see if she's doing better after this.  If so, she gets her valve.  If not, a new valve wouldn't make a lick of difference.

The day went on FOREVER.  We were there by 09:30 (plus the 40 minutes to go get her and the 45 minutes to the hospital) and I walked out to grab my car after 17:10. For both of us it was a lot of sitting and waiting. And then for me, just sitting and waiting....for her.

While waiting, I did have lunch with old colleagues, my mom was being seen at my old place of employ. So that was nice.

As for the procedure, my mom seemed to do ok. The doc and I had a long talk before and after, so we'll see how it all goes. Now it's just waiting game.

As is life, I suppose.

Song by: Wendy & Lisa

Tuesday, February 05, 2019


The Super Bowl.   Blah.

I don't even care about the commercials.  And lord knows I don't care about Adam Levine.

Yes, you can say "Maroon 5", but other than their mothers, I dare you to find anyone who knows the name of any other band member.

All I can say about the game - for what little I watched - is that Levine is never getting buried in a Jewish cemetery.

In actuality, I saw none of the game, though it was on the entire time.

A college friend messaged me two days before saying a few guys were meeting at his restaurant / bar and wanted me to come down and join.

Normally, this is something I'd probably say 'yes' to, and then end up begging off the day of. I love Lester, but you know - it's a Sunday night.........and blah blah blah.   He'd be fine with 710 attending too, but my fraternity brothers are so not 710's scene.

Anyhoo....Lester purchased his uncle's business a few years back. He runs it from afar, but comes to town every 6-8 weeks or so to check on it. I see Lester enough that I didn't feel the need to have to have to have to go. But he mentioned Greg was coming as well.

I had not seen Greg in 3+ decades.  It seems of these fraternity guys, I see another one every year or so, plus a core of like six. But I wanted to see Greg - not only because I liked him, but he is the one who helped get me my first job in healthcare.

Like it or not, he helped set me on my career. It turns out he did the same, though he became a doctor. Sure, he's a D.O., but that's still impressive.

I kid. I kid.

I employ a number of D.O.s and they're great docs.

Greg looks eerily the same as does his wife, who back then was only his girlfriend.  They've been together as long as 710 and myself.

Oddly enough, we didn't talk about the past that much. Lester and I have already rehashed that over the last few years. But right before this picture was taken - and I shit you not - we were actually talking about the singularity.

Well Greg and Lester were mostly.  I just finally chimed in that I was not high enough to participate in the conversation.  Two beers and one shot were not enough to make me go "oh wow man, that is SO deep".

It was fun to see them and catch up. It turns out Greg lives in the area and has for the last 20 years. I just never knew it.  We said we'd get together, but I'm not going to hold my breath or anything.

Song by: New Order

Monday, February 04, 2019

My Music Monday

Yes, John Paul White has made my top music list the last two years in one way or the other. It looks like he's going for three.

This new disk, the Hurting Kind, is slated for release in April. From that disk he has his second single released - the first one being my 2018 pick.  This one is called "Long Way Home".

It's a bit of a change-up from his last disk and his last song. It's not nearly as acoustic as he has been, and that's not a bad thing.

While still what I would consider Americana, it strays more into country, and more old school country, as you might expect from someone like White.

It took me a few listens, but I totally dig the song. I hope you enjoy it too.

Sunday, February 03, 2019


My life isn't horribly exciting.  No big shock.

I loathe buying furniture. Oddly, it's not because of the cost - but the indecision on style, etc.

Still, it's come to a time where we need a new sofa.

I have zero idea how long a sofa is supposed to last. One of the ones we have now is 14 years old. It's had its time, right?

The other one we have - is pushing 20.  It's leather and not used daily. 710 hasn't been a fan, but I really like it.

We've looked here and there, but I kind of forced the issue last week. During a bitter cold day where the dog couldn't really go out - and with no movies left on the list to see - I got us out for the afternoon, and we hit 5-6 furniture stores.

It turns out, that is like museum fatigue to me.

The last two sofas we picked were seemingly good - and from a great reputation store, but I ended up disliking them. And they didn't quite hold up.  Yes, you think 14 years is long (and it is), but I've been moaning about it for a good four years.  I'm just too lazy to do a thing about it.

We ended up liking 2-3 of the two dozen we saw. Yesterday, I re-pushed, and again we went out and made a selection. Of course, as 710 was working with the clerk, I started having doubts, but then said "fuck it" and stuck with out original selection.

The sofa selected - a version of what you see - is perfecting serviceable. And reasonably priced. Enough so that if it doesn't work out or only lasts 3-4 years, it will be fine.

We debated (well, discussed), the chaise part. Shep would love it. But other than that, we saw no need. So it's a standard 76" sofa.

It arrives in 1-2 weeks. 

I think all will be happy.

Song by: Frank Zappa

Saturday, February 02, 2019


It was a long cold cold cold week. Very very little time out with the Little Man.  He spent most of his week at daycare. He's snoring as I type now. He is o-u-t.

I'm not far behind him.

I know we are his, but he's such a handsome dude. 

It's winter.  It's cold. Someone is going to spend her night on top of me, or between my legs. 
Man - change the gender in that sentence and it sounds like my 20s. 

Very very cold.  Yet it wasn't anything near what it would be in another day after this pic was taken. 

She knows how be comfortable. 

Polar Vortex Pick-Up. 

I sent the picture to my mother. She texted back asking why I was wearing a wig!  

Song by: the B-52's

Friday, February 01, 2019

I Got Nothing

It's 21:21 and I'm drawing a blank.

I could not sleep - well couldn't stay asleep - the night before, so I was downstairs around 04:30 with one sleepy dog in tow.  After battling the super frigid morning, he plopped next to me while I read the e-paper.

But I am one tired puppy.

That said, I have nothing really to offer today.

It's now 21:40.  I'm gonna go to bed. 

...but remember, tomorrow is Shep / Sophie sightings.

Song by: the Bangles. 

Thursday, January 31, 2019


It B Cold.

Frigid, actually.

You know my thing:  you can only can complain about the cold or the heat. I don't think you can do both.

I've opted long ago to bitch about the cold.  Though really I'm not bitching.

Yes, it's very very cold.  The walk from my work parking garage to my office was beyond painful.  Mostly, if not exclusively, to my face.  I can take it a step further - my eyes.

I'm speculating, of course, but it seemed the air went behind my glasses to my eyeballs. I've had surgeries that caused less pain.

Shep's "out" time has been relegated to the yard at 60 seconds per.  His days are not with the walker, but it's daycare. Indoor. Though he has opportunities to go outside there.

Right now, I'm just happy our pipes have not frozen or burst.

This is all short-lived, I believe. If the weather folks are correct, it will be 50-ish by Sunday. So we will have one more day of frozen hell, and then it will just be back to rain - which is ok, as we have so much ice build up everywhere, I need it to melt away.

Song by: Linda Ronstadt, Philip Glass & the Kronos Quartet

Wednesday, January 30, 2019


Do you think BLOTUS reads any of the tweets that come his way - or the ones that respond to his 280 character vomit?

I'm thinking now. I think his communication is outbound only. If it's not about him, why even bother, right?

The problem I find with folks who do respond to him is they don't use the @BLOTUS so it not only goes back to his account, but to everyone who follows that buffoon.  Make sure they all get the message.

Case in point - look to your left.

It's a great response.  Period.

Those who allege to be Christian can't even argue with this. It's true. 

Well, as true as one book can be, I suppose.  But since said Christians use the bible as their life manual - except when it's not convenient for their current / past / future behaviour - if any of them tried to slam the responder, what could possibly be their rationale?

BLOTUS committing adultery isn't an alternative fact. It's just a fact.  Much like the rules for haircare are simple and finite, so are the laws of the bible.

Of course, people cherry pick the parts of the bible they want to be believe or go by - so I'm assuming that is why evangelicals and the likes will say that part of the book is outdated.   ....but the gay thing is not.  It's why planting certain crops side by side is outdated.  .....but the gay thing is not.  Can't touch the skin of a pig is outdated.  .....but the gay thing is not. A woman being silent in church is outdated.  ....but the gay thing is not. (I could really keep this going for days, but I won't.)

Still, I love Rabia's response........whomever she may be.

Song by: Ghost

Tuesday, January 29, 2019


First off, it seems I don't have any songs that have titles containing 'Nixon' or 'Crook'.

They exist, but not in my music liberry. That I found this one, seems to work. That Garbage is the artist just seems to work on multiple levels.

I'm not really surprised at the arrest of Roger Stone. I am super glad it was a long long long time associate of BLOTUS.  Not one he can discount or say he barely knew him and was only with the campaign a short time.

That Stone thinks he's untouchable - or I think he thinks that he is - as you can see from the video he made below. just infuriates me.  Though let's be honest, it doesn't take much anymore.  He doesn't help his case.

.....though he seems to think it's all fun and games. Or at least funny.  He's no Shecky Greene.

I thought the Nixonian, arms-thrusted peace signs were a bit much after his arrest / bail, until I found that this fucktard takes his love of Nixon one step further.

In what fucked up world does someone idolize Nixon in the form of permanent ink? Which way does his moral compass point? 

Oh who am I kidding. This guy has no morals. But look at his buddy.

BLOTUS has hitched himself to one cray-cray wagon. It seem they deserve each other. There are lot of options when it comes to Presidential pardons.  I'm guessing the guy BLOTUS has known for 30+ years has a better chance of getting one than say a Manafort. And he'll probably get it before any trial, let alone sentencing.

Stone has reason to be a confident fucktard.  But make no mistake - he IS a fucktard.

Song by: Garbage

Monday, January 28, 2019

My Music Monday

Do you know how most British singers don't necessarily have an accent in song?  Usually it seems, but not always. Herman's Hermits "Henry the 8th" comes to mind.

Oh Snow Patrol with their Scottish accents.  It's adorable when trying to sing "beside" and it comes out "burrside".  You don't quite need Rosetta Stone to get through some of their songs, but it's fun to figger out stuff.  Or when they sing "hahn'd" instead of "hand".

Still, there is a lot of their music I like. And there is finally enough distance from the 45,020,085 plays of "Chasing Cars" for me to be able to listen to it again.

But I've been partial to "Just Say Yes", which I believe is a song tacked on to a greatest hits compilation.  Break out your Scottish to English translation app and let the fun begin.