tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51851392024-03-19T00:07:32.855-04:00BLOBBY'S BLOGstuff & nonsenseBlobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.comBlogger7022125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-10260763548841902012024-03-19T00:07:00.001-04:002024-03-19T00:07:00.126-04:00GloryThere's not enough nonsense in this blog. <div><br /></div><div>Translation: I have nothing of "substance" of which to write. Or, "I'm lazy". </div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_bWrbPeHzeQ?si=BXAs_G3Oe-bkdrpu" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Bastille</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-89269049373552276052024-03-18T00:07:00.001-04:002024-03-18T00:07:00.165-04:00My Music Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bauQdoOHNAXBoylR82kdbadz-KEXwNlLJrshsX4_Q8xZtvGfqtorBeC50BJ45goDMaw01Oq3cj-OXGJ18-qQSlUEvt2V54eOoUxf_BavK2dixpg5FPeZqPyTBkVYKPNb2gjNWmOc-L_VnrDZiSOR-tVmj78Og4Cr8NyGkLrLLGivF2F4jFhj8g/s276/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bauQdoOHNAXBoylR82kdbadz-KEXwNlLJrshsX4_Q8xZtvGfqtorBeC50BJ45goDMaw01Oq3cj-OXGJ18-qQSlUEvt2V54eOoUxf_BavK2dixpg5FPeZqPyTBkVYKPNb2gjNWmOc-L_VnrDZiSOR-tVmj78Og4Cr8NyGkLrLLGivF2F4jFhj8g/s1600/download.jpg" width="276" /></a></div>Now and then, songs pop into my head from the past. I mean, you know, they can't be from the future, right?<div><br /></div><div>It's not even a song I've heard on the radio or in a store. Just something triggers the thought. </div><div><br /></div><div>And for those who know me, sometimes it is difficult for me to get something out of my head. It's a problem now and then. </div><div><br /></div><div>This time, the song is "Say You Will" by Foreigner. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know a ton of Foreigner songs, but never purchased an album. They had a number of hits and some well played album-oriented rock songs that technically weren't singles. These would span top 40 and rock stations, depending on the song. </div><div><br /></div><div>They'd been around since '77, but "Say You Will" would be a decade later. The song is well put together, or so I think. ....and clearly it's been in my head. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5atiLWT4emI?si=bsFgVWlqI4qgHdSV" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-41237558906728808092024-03-17T00:09:00.063-04:002024-03-17T00:09:00.237-04:00Drain You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQSZh6OA1GJXkHhVg16x8eQfGo-3Avo6v8tQmbSYcmKAb2Wqga7qS3j3ooUF88IVdj6VBM9UK2wA2ywvXO3GH-HEHsL4KBNjVIPXILN5WDEe0-dXKiQyAZUPJ5enbO8cb49BjRGefr-E0155wp9hBiyL2ibrj9VWIOWE-IjO51vW-rIKeub8wGQ/s640/0-24.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQSZh6OA1GJXkHhVg16x8eQfGo-3Avo6v8tQmbSYcmKAb2Wqga7qS3j3ooUF88IVdj6VBM9UK2wA2ywvXO3GH-HEHsL4KBNjVIPXILN5WDEe0-dXKiQyAZUPJ5enbO8cb49BjRGefr-E0155wp9hBiyL2ibrj9VWIOWE-IjO51vW-rIKeub8wGQ/s320/0-24.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>The knee is (was?) still wonky. <div><br /></div><div>Three weeks (and three days) since my last appointment. Not only were the two identified problems no better, but I acquired a new one. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the last 10 days, my knee has been making a horrible cracking noise along with a horrible, albeit brief, pain. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wouldn't you know in the day before the appointment, the knee would only now crack one out of every three or four times. I mean, yay, it seemed better, but boo, I wanted them to see / hear it at its worst. </div><div><br /></div><div>No worries - it finally acted up at the docs. </div><div><br /></div><div>My fear was that the steroid injection of which we discussed wouldn't be given because I didn't think the bone noise was indicative of the other pains. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is the reason Blobby doesn't have a medical degree. Well.......one of the reasons. </div><div><br /></div><div>I noticed my knee looked swollen too, but I kept telling myself it was the aftermath of taking off the brace. And other reason I'm not an MD. Or even a DO! Nope it was swollen. </div><div><br /></div><div>The docs (I allowed a resident in the room with my ortho guy) assured me it was swollen and it should be drained - and get the cortisone. Both would give me relief. The doc said there should be about 3ccs of fluid at the knee, and he estimated (vial ultrasound) I had 25. </div><div><br /></div><div>When Morty was up, I don't think he noticed (or too nice to say - so, wait, no, that doesn't track.....) how I took the stairs, especially down. Both feet had to go to one step before advancing. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, the docs get the ultrasound fired up and put the gel on me. They turn off the lights to show me what the deal was, but honestly, I don't know how anyone really reads any ultrasound. I can't see most of the things they point out. My doc did laugh when I said, <i>"10 fingers, 10 toes?".</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>First there was the freezing spray - no big deal. Then the lidocaine, no big deal.....though something nagged at me though I wasn't sure what. The draining would go first. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh. The. Pain. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a high pain tolerance. And my ortho guy knows it. So, when I said - loudly - <b><i>"motherfuck!!!!!</i>"</b>, he knew I was uncomfortable. </div><div><br /></div><div>Immediately, I'm second guessing the resident didn't put the lidocaine in the correct area - the nagging I had came to the forefront. I did ask, <i>"how bad would this be without the anesthetic?" </i>.No one was going to tell me if they fucked up. Maybe they didn't. </div><div><br /></div><div>It did not help when he had to squeeze the knee to extricate more liquid. More ouchy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I never felt the cortisone shot, so either that worked in the right place, or so much trauma I didn't feel it. Or - and maybe he did everything right and that's how painful the first part as supposed to be. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had semi-immediate relief. My knee no longer cracks. Some of pain has subsided. I can walk down stairs on foot in front of the other. But I still have some pain - but it's to be expected. I've done this enough to know it will take a few days or a week to fully kick in. </div><div><br /></div><div>No running yesterday - which was to be 14 miles - and maybe up to 5 miles today. We'll see. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and for the record, the ortho guy to the cc guess down to the drop. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmpzq2cKVZ0Xu5rKRyU-3Y-zI1Irz14UwN_VGv07I6cnFYgpZ7WydPHxyeNu4x7bXLkCW6SXtfcxaPHejQTFXHM0N07NGFUjKGSOm6PJcSghlnkRBgmASIoUkT_GP-AvTqrcs9sdNkxoSpKp27bptIebiNNhhnYVB7LvOqBoNC0DaTnlCeUM4Qg/s1142/Depiction-of-25cc-of-yellow-gelatinous-fluid-aspirate-from-the-knee.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1142" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmpzq2cKVZ0Xu5rKRyU-3Y-zI1Irz14UwN_VGv07I6cnFYgpZ7WydPHxyeNu4x7bXLkCW6SXtfcxaPHejQTFXHM0N07NGFUjKGSOm6PJcSghlnkRBgmASIoUkT_GP-AvTqrcs9sdNkxoSpKp27bptIebiNNhhnYVB7LvOqBoNC0DaTnlCeUM4Qg/w298-h400/Depiction-of-25cc-of-yellow-gelatinous-fluid-aspirate-from-the-knee.png" width="298" /></a></div><br /><div>(stock image. That is what it looked like - just with a much hairier leg in the background. They tossed my actual one before I could get a picture of it.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Nirvana</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-67404160926063091932024-03-16T00:07:00.024-04:002024-03-16T00:07:00.149-04:00To Sir with Love<div>I got no great intro this week. But really when do I?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxISYUtMJJGQiWh6Ad8MrYfPtmw5szWJvtafZD12CVQCfve5yzpx71FETdSPSt0upp96MxGuMHwup40k0fIKslyGwp0cHpbcexGHhI4H1q4QCBG6C2ynKVRIJ7oFhCue21lBWkXADHZQQG-O-13NgUQwHv7rG7gbkGCsj5wZSQAdlfpTzfQH7m8g/s640/0-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxISYUtMJJGQiWh6Ad8MrYfPtmw5szWJvtafZD12CVQCfve5yzpx71FETdSPSt0upp96MxGuMHwup40k0fIKslyGwp0cHpbcexGHhI4H1q4QCBG6C2ynKVRIJ7oFhCue21lBWkXADHZQQG-O-13NgUQwHv7rG7gbkGCsj5wZSQAdlfpTzfQH7m8g/w400-h300/0-7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dad #1's boy I'm not surprised in the least. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5RhUQmGF4G_wYhigSfr0MlrB8HQ8NluDDzKt4bDBTWfQ1-yBn00RH62ztfgLaUFGuckYY2dQFCGbfW2edWkzusBt48DVLSgVkn-tIYJ4A5j01kBrduXUk37nQustpK9X7-lLuU7R1BkZg9GsIv-MpKgxsAyJIIM8hjDhPty-Hn5vRkUcnbrnJQ/s640/IMG_1966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="390" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5RhUQmGF4G_wYhigSfr0MlrB8HQ8NluDDzKt4bDBTWfQ1-yBn00RH62ztfgLaUFGuckYY2dQFCGbfW2edWkzusBt48DVLSgVkn-tIYJ4A5j01kBrduXUk37nQustpK9X7-lLuU7R1BkZg9GsIv-MpKgxsAyJIIM8hjDhPty-Hn5vRkUcnbrnJQ/w244-h400/IMG_1966.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He made the feed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdT30kuyDmWBTjn6Fi-9WUVTlhgTAXTXvuPJDAYJKD-4BH83lZfspU3Qsb2R6vtd42j4e8lVwLDJHoNBrWqSOJvC5t9tX_kSlzY4ovCrnkIQbNbTpiUV1aig0A-CvnxEVG-gfIpsf4ZAX9HK00u41SUZZvXQpiUoA0ZuywHZqpHFC5IJpGc6duLw/s640/0-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdT30kuyDmWBTjn6Fi-9WUVTlhgTAXTXvuPJDAYJKD-4BH83lZfspU3Qsb2R6vtd42j4e8lVwLDJHoNBrWqSOJvC5t9tX_kSlzY4ovCrnkIQbNbTpiUV1aig0A-CvnxEVG-gfIpsf4ZAX9HK00u41SUZZvXQpiUoA0ZuywHZqpHFC5IJpGc6duLw/w300-h400/0-26.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The dude is big. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, we have a chair positioned at a window so he can spend time there. I hope people walking down the street see him there. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRK5F9J-9mp3_BkuN8c-WbhHHGnhqSmeEQOcvZoVSDvjxYSxcVE1fIMm35HlaDxH8cdP6wsyXzzA0B05-xMEpOI1h9Z_tc5eEko115xE3Hiyv4-4l2DzKYp9r4IO1xKlOSKql9fsno3WuCltKtzPcfUJTPRhAdgnj4kvrYBRbp0ZlLCVRlVsrZBA/s640/0-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRK5F9J-9mp3_BkuN8c-WbhHHGnhqSmeEQOcvZoVSDvjxYSxcVE1fIMm35HlaDxH8cdP6wsyXzzA0B05-xMEpOI1h9Z_tc5eEko115xE3Hiyv4-4l2DzKYp9r4IO1xKlOSKql9fsno3WuCltKtzPcfUJTPRhAdgnj4kvrYBRbp0ZlLCVRlVsrZBA/w400-h300/0-25.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Warm day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sprang Shep from daycare and we took a walk around a lake. This is the shot I sent 710. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzjAdaWbTx6Z8MB4RsRMSg3oV4_ZP9vUtOjplf9jZcWUfsMyv3s4xUj_SX8xPAiC9jPmzFfoHSw05Im_ybt-41x02Ia1uOpnnUBc0U_xO0mQivB8JGLoJI-5rNR013tU0qxX5N8zACs59pzolTmaKg4Fa4tRqAhw4xcOokU4LPVDhVRCZs1VeUw/s640/0-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzjAdaWbTx6Z8MB4RsRMSg3oV4_ZP9vUtOjplf9jZcWUfsMyv3s4xUj_SX8xPAiC9jPmzFfoHSw05Im_ybt-41x02Ia1uOpnnUBc0U_xO0mQivB8JGLoJI-5rNR013tU0qxX5N8zACs59pzolTmaKg4Fa4tRqAhw4xcOokU4LPVDhVRCZs1VeUw/w300-h400/0-28.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lulu LOVES Shep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She barks at everyone who walks by, except Shep. Her butt wiggles with excitement and we have to go to her, as she is contained with an invisible fence. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm89EuQoatpnNJPLSxwXFDHinjYZh66-PsblvvfOnvbh2m_XRKPJPAbo1R59aPskeMAba14zdO-M4Nraz_3e7QJzUQCasMj0uHyWIPGXVTwDknJj4cUhFAAiOqWkDRmN6sYYFzmrzH-Mair84FKZMtsjT9yAwO1-9wzk3i6twqay4xaSo01XNj3w/s640/0-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm89EuQoatpnNJPLSxwXFDHinjYZh66-PsblvvfOnvbh2m_XRKPJPAbo1R59aPskeMAba14zdO-M4Nraz_3e7QJzUQCasMj0uHyWIPGXVTwDknJj4cUhFAAiOqWkDRmN6sYYFzmrzH-Mair84FKZMtsjT9yAwO1-9wzk3i6twqay4xaSo01XNj3w/w400-h300/0-27.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Simon does like to sleep on my ottoman, so I'm not a complete pariah to him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Lulu</span></i></div></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-87662550539251568612024-03-15T00:07:00.001-04:002024-03-15T00:07:00.137-04:00Ship of FoolsIt was an off day. Meaning, I was off. I felt off. <div><br /></div><div>I was off. </div><div><br /></div><div>I dodged news. I dodged emails and texts when I could. There is a certain group of friends who are exempt from my anti-social behaviour. Everyone else? They'll hear from me when they hear from me. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had a double "celebrity" death two days ago: Eric Carmen (from the Raspberries and solo work) and Karl Wallinger (from the Waterboys).</div><div><br /></div><div>Carmen was a Cleveland boy. And while it didn't say where he died, he did relocate back here a few years back. Oh, how scandalous it was to have "Go All the Way" on a K-Tel album. Even I knew at a young age that was like kissing or something. </div><div><br /></div><div>While one of my sisters had his first solo disk and played it far too often (according to me!), I knew the music but was never a fan. Less so when Celine Dion decided to cover "All By Myself". I mean, good for Eric - because you know that was a bunch of coins. But ick - the cultural stigma for the rest of us. The scordeling. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did, however, like the Waterboys. I'd say they had a number of songs - and they did - but few most people might know. The assumed biggest (I did zero research on this) is what I"m featuring below, "Ship of Fools". </div><div><br /></div><div>Save me from tomorrow........indeed. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZHh0V7UjVXI?si=ixAjgvDDLXwU58vV" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-35485341832604471862024-03-14T00:07:00.022-04:002024-03-14T00:07:00.153-04:00Cooking with Blobby<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJ6QDeEAm7yjfxooN7CWD6lW7r6_Spq0l-5NIBA-D4UsTrzM45vOIU_ccuTAQmGxGJcUlZHjsO7MYkKvhyphenhyphentqTao-um1y_ylPXEOre2y0PrtxJ_WbEaqQh6ZUrp4Ii1FAS0K-c7btjoDdLyi8pc67rahekhhc67s6UQ8CsJuhpLP_x6ahPxkveOA/s640/0-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJ6QDeEAm7yjfxooN7CWD6lW7r6_Spq0l-5NIBA-D4UsTrzM45vOIU_ccuTAQmGxGJcUlZHjsO7MYkKvhyphenhyphentqTao-um1y_ylPXEOre2y0PrtxJ_WbEaqQh6ZUrp4Ii1FAS0K-c7btjoDdLyi8pc67rahekhhc67s6UQ8CsJuhpLP_x6ahPxkveOA/s320/0-16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>More food prep. And NOT pasta. You can thank me later. I think. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is called Crispy Lemon Chicken Cutlets With Salmoriglio Sauce. Yeah, I don't know how that sauce is pronounced either - not that I've given it a try in the first place. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, 710 has an issue with lemon in his food. To a degree we both do - and that is due to my mother. As she aged, her tastebuds weren't all they could be, so when she put lemon in a dish, she put LEMON in a dish. It was overpowering and no one ever said a thing, because.......well..........old woman made dinner for us. </div><div><br /></div><div>I thought I had this figured out, but I didn't. It's good, but yeah, the lemon could be cut back and I'll explain where along the way. </div><div><br /></div><div>Make no mistake, this is all about the prep. Cooking time is minimal and quick! Like 5 minutes. But zesting and grating and chopping and dredging take some bigger chunk o'time. But for me, it's relaxing in a certain way. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mostly, you can clean as you go, but once you start cooking, it's all about that since it goes so quickly. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><u>INGREDIENTS </u><div><br /></div><div>Yield:
4 to 6 servings </div><div><br /></div><div>1½ pounds boneless, skinless chicken breasts (about 4), halved and pounded ¼-inch thick </div><div>Kosher salt </div><div>Pepper </div><div>3 large lemons </div><div>2 eggs, beaten </div><div>½ cup very finely chopped flat-leaf Italian parsley </div><div>1¼ cups bread crumbs </div><div>¼ cup all-purpose flour </div><div>¼ cup finely grated Parmigiano-Reggiano </div><div>2 teaspoons dried oregano </div><div>⅓ cup extra-virgin olive oil, plus more for frying </div><div>1 garlic clove, minced</div><div><br /></div><div><u>PREPARATION </u></div><div><br /></div><div>Step 1
Pat chicken dry, then season liberally with salt and pepper on both sides. </div><div><br /></div><div>Note: I used chicken cutlets. It's easier than halving and pounding chicken. Even NAMBLA agrees on this. </div><div><br /></div><div>Step 2
Zest 1 lemon, reserving the zest for the bread crumbs, then halve the lemon and squeeze all its juice into a medium bowl. Add the eggs to the juice and beat to combine. Add the seasoned chicken and turn to coat. Let rest while you make the sauce and bread crumb mixture. </div><div><br /></div><div>Note: Maybe not add the juice to the eggs? Or use less of a half. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kjDFYYGAp-6MUIS1EFPkbrrmA_M08_UzGq4HQ-5g0svD_Xenyo2r_b9td6AV6ZuZFr7-mnn2sFUz-cFWx88VusebfN7KH4E6v4nsei0Fr8jJYKKziSxEPCtw_Hte_A0hOuPeY5JQTYcoMb5Y-IGJ2Ppxq_8MpJcJ-gCU3ABEX7_rZlcCyriEfQ/s640/0-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kjDFYYGAp-6MUIS1EFPkbrrmA_M08_UzGq4HQ-5g0svD_Xenyo2r_b9td6AV6ZuZFr7-mnn2sFUz-cFWx88VusebfN7KH4E6v4nsei0Fr8jJYKKziSxEPCtw_Hte_A0hOuPeY5JQTYcoMb5Y-IGJ2Ppxq_8MpJcJ-gCU3ABEX7_rZlcCyriEfQ/s320/0-18.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Step 3
Prepare the sauce: In a medium bowl, combine the zest and juice of the remaining 2 lemons; stir in ¼ cup of the parsley. Set aside. </div><div><br /></div><div>Note: this is where I might scale back on two entire lemons for the sauce. Maybe one or two for zest one for juice. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HFi8vQ1eV12Dp7RBQIg00xXfS78-d-ips9YCMvF-C1TiMYHRYkRwwCIgmUS5PSvbeCkOukJwV_pDypwKZTzf74tYWPQ-pa2B_rqkMfTafQrby6BvVSLTGM_Ao9Wt_7Fda3oslhrPLgysL35zpJJZLJwxfq5637GjQBpAn6HG_QJ3oXTnR3V3fg/s640/0-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HFi8vQ1eV12Dp7RBQIg00xXfS78-d-ips9YCMvF-C1TiMYHRYkRwwCIgmUS5PSvbeCkOukJwV_pDypwKZTzf74tYWPQ-pa2B_rqkMfTafQrby6BvVSLTGM_Ao9Wt_7Fda3oslhrPLgysL35zpJJZLJwxfq5637GjQBpAn6HG_QJ3oXTnR3V3fg/w400-h300/0-17.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xf0SrC0QW1Lis-VsW7OsDR2rWEzkxPAM51sHpKtMm1lXbRmz9jqIYmbJg3gRSWk_Dskp7H2ODBiLc3q2ih2CZTUHNva2_XTTacAvyg-cNSp4dLrAqQyGdog4CBCcncuvjZSvsY4XGMfwew-f1iKbCj4r6c0KKcWjzcMHkDC-PSVUk093Iby9Qg/s640/0-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xf0SrC0QW1Lis-VsW7OsDR2rWEzkxPAM51sHpKtMm1lXbRmz9jqIYmbJg3gRSWk_Dskp7H2ODBiLc3q2ih2CZTUHNva2_XTTacAvyg-cNSp4dLrAqQyGdog4CBCcncuvjZSvsY4XGMfwew-f1iKbCj4r6c0KKcWjzcMHkDC-PSVUk093Iby9Qg/w400-h300/0-19.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Step 4
Prepare the bread crumbs: In a shallow dish, combine bread crumbs, flour, cheese, oregano and the remaining parsley. Add the reserved lemon zest and, using a fork, press the zest into the bread crumb mixture to combine evenly. </div><div><br /></div><div>Step 5
Working one at a time, press each chicken breast into the bread crumb mixture, using your fingers to help thoroughly coat it on both sides; place on a sheet pan. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSxjPzU49DaFxM-psDCyg2Zf8zViCuN10hoovVtYfj_dTnX3I58tzWpZXbve01KaLfxTK9Y0OhD6PJHDa5Kb89FlvdFp1cVu4Jc9cUVklZn2vsXsa9BnWopqGkJHLWCV4xN2EVGjNPL_a8PLiFVxXaHEqOajuWeWJlDZMOeNtrMSajbZyUjEfnQ/s640/0-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSxjPzU49DaFxM-psDCyg2Zf8zViCuN10hoovVtYfj_dTnX3I58tzWpZXbve01KaLfxTK9Y0OhD6PJHDa5Kb89FlvdFp1cVu4Jc9cUVklZn2vsXsa9BnWopqGkJHLWCV4xN2EVGjNPL_a8PLiFVxXaHEqOajuWeWJlDZMOeNtrMSajbZyUjEfnQ/w400-h300/0-20.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Step 6
Heat about ⅓ cup of oil in a large skillet over medium-high. Working in batches, leaving 1 to 2 inches of space between, add 2 to 3 chicken pieces and cook until golden brown, turning once, about 2 minutes per side. Transfer to a serving dish and sprinkle immediately with salt. Repeat with remaining chicken, adding and heating more oil as needed. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKQvXyVgR5U-gwSl9_ViVLDNKeAgaKrks_q-acFqHmPpg6QN3qFfV1me9PwuT-S4UQ3evSY7VTlE2pafJjWh5FhoJhQv-ILWRh4ZqMckittD8lLxAcDX2SsHsQv7hpMadhq8JeBtVuZ6feTC1Uzpfs3ddx4qZ3E3lZMJGA-nyfjOiKGlXfVTYIQ/s640/0-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKQvXyVgR5U-gwSl9_ViVLDNKeAgaKrks_q-acFqHmPpg6QN3qFfV1me9PwuT-S4UQ3evSY7VTlE2pafJjWh5FhoJhQv-ILWRh4ZqMckittD8lLxAcDX2SsHsQv7hpMadhq8JeBtVuZ6feTC1Uzpfs3ddx4qZ3E3lZMJGA-nyfjOiKGlXfVTYIQ/w400-h300/0-21.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhCbc0nUQhp_4IfmVGiJB-0obLc6CqA9GJ60EcxmarsuZmNXZAp3aVZM_jHNKxc_FoRgh3N2LXUFZWZWTwB4zzFKtxZv8_1n1BzCWN1_HHsPVdZ5B6OCBWReuCM9eKFSfElLseRrPXahRVSNxCsGoSGzZmD3oyKhv3HB_MzPhKq1S0Rlsi7TbYQ/s640/0-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhCbc0nUQhp_4IfmVGiJB-0obLc6CqA9GJ60EcxmarsuZmNXZAp3aVZM_jHNKxc_FoRgh3N2LXUFZWZWTwB4zzFKtxZv8_1n1BzCWN1_HHsPVdZ5B6OCBWReuCM9eKFSfElLseRrPXahRVSNxCsGoSGzZmD3oyKhv3HB_MzPhKq1S0Rlsi7TbYQ/w400-h300/0-22.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Step 7
While the first batch of chicken is frying, heat ⅓ cup olive oil in a small saucepan on medium heat. Add the minced garlic and cook for 1 to 2 minutes, just long enough for the garlic to sizzle but not brown. Remove from the heat and allow to cool. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZePTqta_aBUKsyVYwgw2EQIlh5zirgyPVIJNIKBub7CFhmhu84z7erQJQcfkcVMh5ts0BVyaQzQKWXncoW5exfEPf7307q_k16NUTpcAxjmOcKvi6CXqYiYQHX1TlM6Pxvk5jI-xnUEZ_xOg6kTUcKi4812zT5KnVVbSQbEH6E6hbjFQ0b6dPzw/s640/0-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZePTqta_aBUKsyVYwgw2EQIlh5zirgyPVIJNIKBub7CFhmhu84z7erQJQcfkcVMh5ts0BVyaQzQKWXncoW5exfEPf7307q_k16NUTpcAxjmOcKvi6CXqYiYQHX1TlM6Pxvk5jI-xnUEZ_xOg6kTUcKi4812zT5KnVVbSQbEH6E6hbjFQ0b6dPzw/w400-h300/0-23.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Step 8
Once all the chicken is plated, slowly pour the garlic oil into the lemon and parsley mixture and whisk to combine. Before serving, spoon the Salmoriglio sauce liberally over the chicken.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It had moments of too much lemon. You can even see the sauce on the plate. </div><div><br /></div><div>We did split another cutlet and did not add any more sauce and it was great. I'd totally do this again - just with a little less lemon. </div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-9734780460823631862024-03-13T00:07:00.072-04:002024-03-13T00:07:00.128-04:0012 of 12<p> <span style="color: #222222; font-family: trebuchet; font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;">So I'm doing my 167th </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: trebuchet; line-height: 18.48px;">12 of 12<i>.</i></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;">Normally it is 12 pictures taken on the 12</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-style: italic;">th</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;"> of the month. Since I only post once per day, you get my images the following day. All pictures taken with my iPhone.</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="line-height: 18.48px;"> </span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;">Click images to enlarge, if you choose.</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;">Created by </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet; line-height: 18.48px;">Chad Darnell</i><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;">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 </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet; line-height: 18.48px;">12 of 12</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-style: italic; line-height: 18.48px;">'ers anymore.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3gIebUODiWzsFwBBgz0_KN7dfcraUJhLLPWKC2JWd4FR9uZFXIu0Zbr3zs2n83nugk0l1Fs7nZwJ8kRRqHuGSkEz3qPEnuC9RR5FLoF0dgnnAic0939IBKY7GBCwlTT6cz348ccFyDstB0Y0vHmLSN5vboA24gHAu_obME_J_9CUpBiioA73wQ/s640/0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3gIebUODiWzsFwBBgz0_KN7dfcraUJhLLPWKC2JWd4FR9uZFXIu0Zbr3zs2n83nugk0l1Fs7nZwJ8kRRqHuGSkEz3qPEnuC9RR5FLoF0dgnnAic0939IBKY7GBCwlTT6cz348ccFyDstB0Y0vHmLSN5vboA24gHAu_obME_J_9CUpBiioA73wQ/w300-h400/0.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>04:39.</b></i> I still have an hour to sleep!!! ....but maybe take a peek at 'Connections' in <i>NYT</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnB15STA3aY793iJ3iP111YiTckDDogBwLM7FIIJiQjHHoqZUecbZs7dQlUBkrHj9gKimj5vGUMg3Do5vFSLHV1En_DMRZ7wy42EZwqx9SlWVcbHE6KCUDIwYYNgEYrXFY_dLmll9uJpkt8oSw0MTcMmAxjBErElCrkwIQsD5kGdG20oxtcM9oiA/s640/0-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnB15STA3aY793iJ3iP111YiTckDDogBwLM7FIIJiQjHHoqZUecbZs7dQlUBkrHj9gKimj5vGUMg3Do5vFSLHV1En_DMRZ7wy42EZwqx9SlWVcbHE6KCUDIwYYNgEYrXFY_dLmll9uJpkt8oSw0MTcMmAxjBErElCrkwIQsD5kGdG20oxtcM9oiA/w300-h400/0-1.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>06:09.</b></i> Breakfast: Completed</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ksUwwYQmQeaVfiPFsFGhdPdtt8dcqN6JXXxR1oMepSXv7WvpR4RHDjzhvnOMSKMa2WNAHR5A94nY5xWoj9dL3lSf2gPIKZi2WFKmVI02nAQ9-Jdyi72rKv4e9WcKD-OEnytVWmg6v42NCX_TlpIt0SnJhaf01Xx4nwsm_ZKfCVBq1BT_6ZLpYA/s640/0-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ksUwwYQmQeaVfiPFsFGhdPdtt8dcqN6JXXxR1oMepSXv7WvpR4RHDjzhvnOMSKMa2WNAHR5A94nY5xWoj9dL3lSf2gPIKZi2WFKmVI02nAQ9-Jdyi72rKv4e9WcKD-OEnytVWmg6v42NCX_TlpIt0SnJhaf01Xx4nwsm_ZKfCVBq1BT_6ZLpYA/w300-h400/0-3.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>06:41</i></b>. No Run A.M. I biked 12 miles for my cardio. I'll run this evening. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Xzu4dLQ8hF-RzrozHWd1TwdKSQILRBv85ViYetQLSfzP_Iv4VHJ0MIBBphRZDbg2bSIVHwOy8WbaZM7ee8O6kmzczRkX7MdBbWSmRsuTGMGbN3Njtjk7v98htvMoQqeCWM7p4ZxPtX99P6TTKEHjBvVFrfKuEkFy1aQeGfxbXhOezEE7JM_ZXg/s640/0-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Xzu4dLQ8hF-RzrozHWd1TwdKSQILRBv85ViYetQLSfzP_Iv4VHJ0MIBBphRZDbg2bSIVHwOy8WbaZM7ee8O6kmzczRkX7MdBbWSmRsuTGMGbN3Njtjk7v98htvMoQqeCWM7p4ZxPtX99P6TTKEHjBvVFrfKuEkFy1aQeGfxbXhOezEE7JM_ZXg/w300-h400/0-5.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>07:14. </i></b>Stretching the fuck out of my leg. I'm hoping for the ok to get cortisone later this week. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjRZU-e5aPRJxmCOSc_LLz0MnpAyb5zsMtwC3Alhv7xY1VhK2eqeLSYZnB2nQGifFznxRoboTwaM8k_PNXCSwG6cJsqkLGGkg-EN1-017ElAW_tBYAWTwGQ28V4dpLcuXy3_cPVyU8UK5UBGYPH9nsQZ-Rnvq3g5U1eOOH21IpqP7uO3T4vHPDQ/s640/0-6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjRZU-e5aPRJxmCOSc_LLz0MnpAyb5zsMtwC3Alhv7xY1VhK2eqeLSYZnB2nQGifFznxRoboTwaM8k_PNXCSwG6cJsqkLGGkg-EN1-017ElAW_tBYAWTwGQ28V4dpLcuXy3_cPVyU8UK5UBGYPH9nsQZ-Rnvq3g5U1eOOH21IpqP7uO3T4vHPDQ/w300-h400/0-6.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>08:00.</b></i> Caffeine. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7W-ik5O0B1lIVHfSQSFIWfGGJu7BmGqDCJgwfQ9wcNCl4YDCcP7hcodnUuf2zciGS9N14Ym5jI58kOB7RqeP5VROQyRkVGG72vq9g2GK5dyMb_3GeK93KLRjc3CprPdvttcS7hjO4JOjjehQSv1gmDDxIqNkh9CHAFwSeHDoGIoKOykn8J4cig/s640/0-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7W-ik5O0B1lIVHfSQSFIWfGGJu7BmGqDCJgwfQ9wcNCl4YDCcP7hcodnUuf2zciGS9N14Ym5jI58kOB7RqeP5VROQyRkVGG72vq9g2GK5dyMb_3GeK93KLRjc3CprPdvttcS7hjO4JOjjehQSv1gmDDxIqNkh9CHAFwSeHDoGIoKOykn8J4cig/w300-h400/0-2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>08:08. </b></i>I don't know why I love this so. But I do. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVucsSQSvBHUx3EvC7c_TUAIW6HkQ-EIzi4zM1OZfXtqyaRyOglgO60idW_iRb_Uo2KyJin4jr2x28LayrtZip6_RzLi4J3PZFagTlQPLl7z5eL84QMDtPHV9W8sRY1ey-GUxqM905yID7a9TudOApxa_SlYmbB3a1wsI91Q7becgT-GunrpIklg/s640/0-9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVucsSQSvBHUx3EvC7c_TUAIW6HkQ-EIzi4zM1OZfXtqyaRyOglgO60idW_iRb_Uo2KyJin4jr2x28LayrtZip6_RzLi4J3PZFagTlQPLl7z5eL84QMDtPHV9W8sRY1ey-GUxqM905yID7a9TudOApxa_SlYmbB3a1wsI91Q7becgT-GunrpIklg/w400-h300/0-9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>13:05. </i></b>Lately, I have only been in the mood for a half a sandwich at lunch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trying not to eat just because I can. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXbQ1OpGTJ1EHbFzkvqvZmYDHlrbMyZ0pVSYJQQ9aRs4sgdoMM_f3L6UtxHO007ey8ouhSTfugQxyshz0bRKnwbcIeScOUV4GYsvriAU1mJT-I3HVAEQLGoXWdQuZy6N-v7wHEVQitie-j4treDXAO21olbPiuBiqFhqU7QF78eJvWpdb7u_Iug/s640/0-10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXbQ1OpGTJ1EHbFzkvqvZmYDHlrbMyZ0pVSYJQQ9aRs4sgdoMM_f3L6UtxHO007ey8ouhSTfugQxyshz0bRKnwbcIeScOUV4GYsvriAU1mJT-I3HVAEQLGoXWdQuZy6N-v7wHEVQitie-j4treDXAO21olbPiuBiqFhqU7QF78eJvWpdb7u_Iug/w300-h400/0-10.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>14:46 </i></b>Starburst Jellybeans. I pick out the green because they're disgusting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why even have green? They don't have green Starbursts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEryyBtrgz0XDyivSl4wczOIuCF9gTjTRXKi9MTcO0MhaHQFn7r6YGmiOGcehy_YEoIOlrTrB3C1fBMCTXD8_emNbNqmXL3zlILdxCl5lzOpv0uQy65VKPzG2qLgcyAYRBFvSOlXwO5erymBn5D_seRnh8BZxxUSdar-_A5NYp11worm8RTBjB9g/s640/0-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEryyBtrgz0XDyivSl4wczOIuCF9gTjTRXKi9MTcO0MhaHQFn7r6YGmiOGcehy_YEoIOlrTrB3C1fBMCTXD8_emNbNqmXL3zlILdxCl5lzOpv0uQy65VKPzG2qLgcyAYRBFvSOlXwO5erymBn5D_seRnh8BZxxUSdar-_A5NYp11worm8RTBjB9g/w300-h400/0-12.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>17:27. </b></i> Getting ready for running group. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5 miles of speed interval training. Ick!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcl6TOoc36CpNOsmRHzatTYkSVyeMuFWR-1sx6pjeNX1s-wLYAD7wKgvEbfVM_Q7GjgAYz5yV2jN4Zm4p4bEpzvc01cAkeANbNK12C1L0dU3NhnKiFRf7gFZMpcIGF6LgY4MoVJomVG38ddcpSL_wac6PdK0PcKcLptmxateKtQ0pMh07EngJa4Q/s640/0-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcl6TOoc36CpNOsmRHzatTYkSVyeMuFWR-1sx6pjeNX1s-wLYAD7wKgvEbfVM_Q7GjgAYz5yV2jN4Zm4p4bEpzvc01cAkeANbNK12C1L0dU3NhnKiFRf7gFZMpcIGF6LgY4MoVJomVG38ddcpSL_wac6PdK0PcKcLptmxateKtQ0pMh07EngJa4Q/w300-h400/0-13.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>19:05</b></i>. Creamer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While I waited for a dinner order to be created, I walked to the grocery so 710 would have this for his coffee. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mN-Fx3YgPbP_NR2dzQjd3aNVjwonqDNB4H_-tz1KrbkJS_Lmk22M3f9d-L3OUzb193I2HM1fgB_AAvg5Gr2CCS3XTwdRzyRc8QF7GTZMavTDS7Dnf7yiBo-f80SeOCSZ1yxXD3RiCjZU840rpM3B23vELb7gWnPI0Jk6An0Lntw_lWXQY2Iy2g/s640/0-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mN-Fx3YgPbP_NR2dzQjd3aNVjwonqDNB4H_-tz1KrbkJS_Lmk22M3f9d-L3OUzb193I2HM1fgB_AAvg5Gr2CCS3XTwdRzyRc8QF7GTZMavTDS7Dnf7yiBo-f80SeOCSZ1yxXD3RiCjZU840rpM3B23vELb7gWnPI0Jk6An0Lntw_lWXQY2Iy2g/w400-h300/0-14.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>17:17.</b></i> Dinner pick-up. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuoWoHWPqqaCvjDEbwViuFtAyWC9CN3S1Ldc6FIF0L2xCKFJgXmz9ClXyUtuCB1OKE5LFkwPmgKdR2SxYzFS_aSdZUx7ACCNtTS0VVwn2zpv9WhEHyr0tL1GjN1lMQvng8lC3zukBHD4y01eiONhhwwfvV2F5T0bhVAmi_ODx_AW8ubsmsXmIqQ/s640/0-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuoWoHWPqqaCvjDEbwViuFtAyWC9CN3S1Ldc6FIF0L2xCKFJgXmz9ClXyUtuCB1OKE5LFkwPmgKdR2SxYzFS_aSdZUx7ACCNtTS0VVwn2zpv9WhEHyr0tL1GjN1lMQvng8lC3zukBHD4y01eiONhhwwfvV2F5T0bhVAmi_ODx_AW8ubsmsXmIqQ/w300-h400/0-15.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>20:08. </b></i> Waffle treat time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Actually, half of a waffle broken into two. He doesn't know. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Not the most exciting day. I cannot believe I didn't take a pic when Georty came a-callin'. We had a nice visit, as they were in town for part of the day. Time with them was way more important that getting a pic.Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-59502048123281462032024-03-12T00:07:00.137-04:002024-03-12T00:07:00.251-04:00It's Over<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeh8V6j0qDC_eWP29uRBaXc2rWu_ff_M6t1IWbogLJr_wXJlwgtyaXYhSZcRZ9ZVfWMiCrIeO2SXIpRTOHNCfPfJrktVjPUhPyF8FohVJleDRXp4kjACUzrHdXl-nSX_QXWopxxgX6W3r5HYAtp-u8fGpba8plmBN_0nxG98kib5hsVaxS-wPGkQ/s1314/ryan-mandi-gosling-2024-oscars-031024-215c8f1c6d3b4324909584a9e8179bcd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="1314" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeh8V6j0qDC_eWP29uRBaXc2rWu_ff_M6t1IWbogLJr_wXJlwgtyaXYhSZcRZ9ZVfWMiCrIeO2SXIpRTOHNCfPfJrktVjPUhPyF8FohVJleDRXp4kjACUzrHdXl-nSX_QXWopxxgX6W3r5HYAtp-u8fGpba8plmBN_0nxG98kib5hsVaxS-wPGkQ/w400-h250/ryan-mandi-gosling-2024-oscars-031024-215c8f1c6d3b4324909584a9e8179bcd.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Well, THAT'S over! <p></p><p>Mike's "witty" comments in his selections aside, he wasn't even around for the first half of Oscar night because he was at an actual Oscar party - and I quote - <i>"have been asked to play piano for a "friend"</i> (ok, I added those quotation marks) <i>who is singing one number."</i></p><p>There may have been an audible groan by me at the thought of someone in P-Town speak-"singing" "What Was I Made For", because you <i>just know</i> that was the "number". ....and that Mike was tinkling the ivories (not a water sports/pachyderm euphemism.....probably) is just precious. And I just know he volunteered more than he was "asked". </p><p>Wow - there are a lot of quotation marks above. All perfectly cromulent. </p><p>Maybe it was due to the time change, but I assumed this thing started at 20:00 as it usually does. It did not. So we missed Jimmy Kimmel's monologue which is usually good, but who knows. I suppose YouTube does. And we missed an award or two, nothing the internet couldn't catch me up on. </p><p>The show? Blah. It seemed so forced, even more so than usual. And really? A standing ovation for the stars of <i>Twins</i>???? I'd get it if both of them were dying. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be. </p><p>Due to Mike's piano recital, he was virtually non-existent in our normal texting back-and-forth for the first half of the show.When he did arrive, it was fun. Maybe that's the sweet spot: miss the first 30 minutes of the broadcast and only chat for half of it. </p><p>As we went into this, Mike and I diverged in our selections by 11, which is a lot for us....and the same as last year (I just checked). And like last year, Mike won by one. </p><p>It seems I still let emotion and not logic dictate two choices (more really, but some of those paid off. I was very correct about the best actress........thank you!) - director and song. Had I just picked one correctly, it would have been a tie. I stepped up with the animated stuff; he with the screenplays. There was only one category were we both picked incorrectly. </p><p>But from the accounting firm of Dewey, Cheatham & Howe, here are the official results from <span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">the </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times;">13th</span></i><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"> </i><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times;">Annual Academy Award Guessing Games<span style="font-size: xx-small;">®</span></span></i></p>Best Picture - both won <div>Best Director - Mike wins</div><div>Best Actress - Blobby wins</div><div>Best Actor - both won </div><div>Best Supporting Actress - both won </div><div>Best Supporting Actor - both won </div><div>Cinematography - both won</div><div>Editing - both won </div><div>Original Screenplay -Mike wins </div><div>Adapted Screenplay - Mike wins</div><div>Production Design - Mike wins </div><div>International Feature - both win</div><div>Animated Feature - Blobby wins </div><div>Animated Short - Blobby wins </div><div>Documentary Feature - both won</div><div>Documentary Short - both lost</div><div>Live-Action Short - both won</div><div>Visual Effects - both won</div><div>Original Song - Mike wins </div><div>Original Score - Mike wins </div><div>Sound - Blobby wins </div><div>Makeup and Hairstyling - Blobby wins</div><div>Costume Design - both won</div><div><br /></div><div>Mike had 6 wins. I had 5. The rest were tied. I suppose I owe him cookies.....or perhaps some Ozempic. ...whichever is easiest to get and send. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Roy Orbison</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-68480265496382877872024-03-11T00:07:00.011-04:002024-03-11T00:07:00.182-04:00My Music Monday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgiGfkwF4JY3AIuBbfEenOs6ibf7-k3vU_61PXiVBAJP8VYuRKbWOU0RDfZBe_QaNbXVvbtGMNlyWq6XQx6ZvFeLnO1_HOtDC7Os3aaBGldcCKb5B9nI1UQsm6-hr0FB1gTcPdHsJPeBETdUqGJSr-3B820a8PIiLorRYk8OGFiX3kM7G8ookGXQ/s276/download.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgiGfkwF4JY3AIuBbfEenOs6ibf7-k3vU_61PXiVBAJP8VYuRKbWOU0RDfZBe_QaNbXVvbtGMNlyWq6XQx6ZvFeLnO1_HOtDC7Os3aaBGldcCKb5B9nI1UQsm6-hr0FB1gTcPdHsJPeBETdUqGJSr-3B820a8PIiLorRYk8OGFiX3kM7G8ookGXQ/s1600/download.jpg" width="276" /></a></div>With all the Oscar post stuff - pre and soon to be post - I kind of forgot I needed a post for today. <p></p><div>Clearly I'm giving it no thought whatsoever. Or am I?</div><div><br /></div><div>I considered putting the winning song up here, but at this point 21:07, I don't know what that is. And from what I'm seeing - the first three are SO bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>The sound mixing wasn't great for Ryan Gosling's number, but it was fun - I don't care WHAT Mike says. </div><div><br /></div><div>So what the hell, whether it wins or not, it's Kenough. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VDCnJHyMuyU?si=ycOTqwSkwgAXy8np" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-22868226063197402402024-03-10T00:07:00.231-05:002024-03-10T00:07:00.160-05:00Guess Again<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDCxF83MVmAIj0cbnLWQhbqIFIWW610YA6X3V65g3uPhx6iO6uVPA35lS7kTVQJeX6Ak1IByDh1L657zlr5lmXLQsU__o_8a1SpaAHjiy8u47DcxnVFAD9ExpERyICv_BeeYLr1dtvn7WRvRqvkvrJD6W8jk5QRVMAYiEP6Z6UaJ8UoVIHDzSNw/s960/416416149_6780514248737524_3334971569592021459_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDCxF83MVmAIj0cbnLWQhbqIFIWW610YA6X3V65g3uPhx6iO6uVPA35lS7kTVQJeX6Ak1IByDh1L657zlr5lmXLQsU__o_8a1SpaAHjiy8u47DcxnVFAD9ExpERyICv_BeeYLr1dtvn7WRvRqvkvrJD6W8jk5QRVMAYiEP6Z6UaJ8UoVIHDzSNw/w300-h400/416416149_6780514248737524_3334971569592021459_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Here we are, at the <i>13th Annual Academy Award Guessing Games<span style="font-size: xx-small;">®</span></i>. It's like another, different, kind of trip around the sun. One not always pleasant. Usually for me. <p></p><p>I haven't done an official count over the years, but I'm feeling that Mike has bested me at this more than I him. It irked me because usually I saw more of the movies than he. This might not be the case this year. That dude sat through Scorseses 3+ hr movie. Even I wouldn't do that for a win. </p><p>I have a hunch that Mike's husband sees most of the movies, or fully through, and fills Mike in afterwards. Though I do know we all saw <i>Maestro</i> and we all know how that turned out {shudder!}</p><p>We "planned" to see more of the movies o the list, but it just didn't happen. At least not before this telecast. Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. </p><p>We don't call it a "guessing game" for nothing. Here we go:</p><p><br /></p><u>
Best Picture</u>
American Fiction
Anatomy of a Fall
Barbie
The Holdovers
Killers of the Flower Moon
Maestro
<span style="color: red;">Oppenheimer</span>
Past Lives
Poor Things
The Zone of Interest<div><br /></div><div><i>I'm not even sure this one is in question. I don't think </i>Barbie<i> would get this had Gerwig been nominated, This could be a go between the Holdovers, Poor Things (for the upset) but most likely the guy who built the bomb, and I'm not talking Bradley Cooper this time - though </i>Maestro<i> was a detonated POS. </i><br /><br /><u>Best Actress</u> in a Leading Role
Annette Bening – Nyad
Lily Gladstone – Killers of the Flower Moon
Sandra Hüller – Anatomy of a Fall
Carey Mulligan – Maestro
<span style="color: red;">Emma Stone</span> – Poor Things <div><br /></div><div><i>Benning? Nada </i>Nyad<i>! At best that should have been an ABC Tuesday Movie of the Week. Mulligan? Yes she was better than her co-stars, but that's like saying 'she was the nicest member of the Manson Family', but no. It's coming down to Gladstone and Stone. Here's hoping I guessed correctly. </i><br /><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Actor</u> in a Leading Role
Bradley Cooper – Maestro
Colman Domingo – Rustin
Paul Giamatti – The Holdovers
<span style="color: red;">Cillian Murphy</span> – Oppenheimer
Jeffrey Wright – American Fiction</div><div><br /></div><div><i>While I'd like it to be Giamatti - and it could be a weird upset - I think Murphy has it in the bag. </i><i>Cooper can keep on dreaming. He shouldn't have even gotten a nomination. I'm sure Pauley Shore was in something this year that should have him on this list instead.</i></div><div><br /></div><u>Best Actor in a Supporting Role</u>
Sterling K Brown – American Fiction
Robert De Niro – Killers of the Flower Moon
<span style="color: red;">Robert Downey Jr</span> – Oppenheimer
Ryan Gosling – Barbie
Mark Ruffalo – Poor Things </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Ruffalo should win all the awards - for just about everything he does. Ok, maybe not Hulk. Ryan, while still adorable, I'm not sure he should even be in this cohort. Not this time. RJD is getting this.</i> <br /><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Actress in a Supporting Role</u>
Emily Blunt – Oppenheimer
Danielle Brooks – The Color Purple
America Ferrera – Barbie
Jodie Foster – Nyad<span style="color: red;">
Da’Vine Joy Randolph</span> – The Holdovers</div><div><br /></div><div><i>No one else in this category has won in other award shows. Ferrera did a fine job and I'm glad she's getting work. Foster was the second best thing in </i>Nyad<i>. Benning was not the first. </i></div><div><br /></div><u>Best Director</u>
Justine Triet – Anatomy of a Fall
Martin Scorsese – Killers of the Flower Moon
Christopher Nolan – Oppenheimer
<span style="color: red;">Yorgos Lanthimos</span> – Poor Things
Jonathan Glazer – The Zone of Interest </div><div><br /></div><div><i>You'd think it'd be Nolan - and it might be - but I'm guessing it's Yorgos. Yes, this will break from best movie, but I'm sticking with it. Nolan is still paying the price for having me sit through </i>Interstellar<i>. Fucker!<br /></i><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Writing (Original Screenplay)
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Anatomy of a Fall – Justine Triet, Arthur Harari
<span style="color: red;">The Holdovers – David Hemingson
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Maestro – Bradley Cooper, Josh Singer
May December – Samy Burch
Past Lives – Celine Song</div><div><br /></div><div><i>As much as I liked </i>Past Lives<i> and its originality, I think I'm going with </i>the Holdovers<i>. Oddly, I think it will be </i>Anatomy of a Fall<i> that could take me down. ....though Maestro was extremely bad - and that's original. </i></div><div><br /></div><u>Best Writing (Adapted Screenplay)</u>
American Fiction – Cord Jefferson
Barbie – Greta Gerwig, Noah Baumbach
Oppenheimer – Christopher Nolan
Poor Things – Tony McNamara
<span style="color: red;">The Zone of Interest – Jonathan Glazer </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I really want Gerwig to get this due to her director snub. And honestly, the female voting body might do just that due to that. That said, I'm going with a WWII upset. <br /><div><br /></div><div><u>Best International Feature Film</u>
Io Capitano
Perfect Days
Society of the Snow
The Teachers' Lounge
<span style="color: red;">The Zone of Interest </span><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Animated Feature Film</u>
<span style="color: red;">The Boy and the Heron</span>
Elemental
Nimona
Robot Dreams
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse</div></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Didn't Spidey win a year or two ago? I'm tired of the webslinger. So. Very. Tired. </i></div><div><br /></div><u>Best Documentary Feature</u>
Bobi Wine: The People’s President
The Eternal Memory
Four Daughters
To Kill a Tiger
<span style="color: red;">20 Days in Mariupol </span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>There is no good follow-up to </i><a href="http://www.blobbysblog.com/2023/03/my-eyes-are-t-shirts.html">My Year of Dicks</a><i>, so if Mike wins, I don't know what t-shirt I'd get him this year. If the one movie here was </i>Blobby Wine,<i> I'd know what he'd be getting......and choosing not to wear. No one wants to wear a shirt from the Ukrainian war.....at least not ironically. </i><br /><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Film Editing</u>
Anatomy of a Fall
The Holdovers
Killers of the Flower Moon
<span style="color: red;">Oppenheimer</span>
Poor Things</div><div><br /></div><div>I've seen one of these. One. ....and it wasn't the one I picked. </div><div><br /></div><u>Best Cinematography</u>
El Conde
Killers of the Flower Moon
Maestro
<span style="color: red;">Oppenheimer</span>
Poor Things </div><div><br /></div><div><i>A colour movie that looks makes you think in black & white. Sepia tones. People eat that shit up. I'm too tired to get yet another dig at </i>Maestro<i>. </i></div><div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Music (Original Score)</u>
American Fiction
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny
<span style="color: red;">Killers of the Flower Moon</span>
Oppenheimer
Poor Things</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I want Robbie Robertson to get this posthumously. He's scored like 10 movies for Marty, let Robbie get this one. I'm sure John Williams doesn't need another Oscar (I'm assuming he did Indiana Jones). Robertson was partial Native American, I'm guessing he did a great job on this. Of course, it could be bias, but that is exactly what awards shows are. </i></div><div><br /></div><u>Best Music (Original Song)</u>
“The Fire Inside” – Flamin’ Hot
<span style="color: red;">“I’m Just Ken” – Barbie </span>(Mark Ronson, Andrew Wyatt)
“It Never Went Away” – American Symphony
Wahzhazhe (A Song for My People) – Killers of the Flower Moon
“What Was I Made For?” – Barbie (Billie Eilish O’Connell, Finneas O’Connell) <div><br /></div><div><i>Ellish won last year - and it's not really singing. Moving on. Dua Lipa's "Dance the Night" from </i>Barbie<i> should have been up for this more than "I'm Just Ken". "The Fire Inside" is what I get after eating dinner at Mike's, so, he might pick that. I don't know IF "Ken" will win, but I want him too - even though Gosling didn't write it. </i><br /><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Sound</u>
The Creator
Maestro
Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning
<span>Oppenheimer</span>
<span style="color: red;">
The Zone of Interest </span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Oh, I laugh and laugh and laugh at </i>Maestro<i> even getting a nod for this. The sound and mixing were horrible, at best! Cooper's wrist must have carpal tunnel from all the handjobs he had to give to get this nomination. </i>Oppenheimer <i>has no actual Enola Gay bomb-dropping, you gotta believe it would have had great sound. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Visual Effects</u>
The Creator
<span style="color: red;">Godzilla Minus One</span>
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3
Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning
Napoleon </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Sometimes you just want to root for the big lizard. ....and no, this time I don't mean Mike. Actually, I've heard good things about</i> Godzilla. </div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Production Design</u>
<span style="color: red;">Barbie</span>
Killers of the Flower Moon
Napoleon
Oppenheimer
Poor Things </div><div><br /></div><div><i>It was lots of pink and cool Mojo Dojo Casa Houses. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Costume Design</u>
Barbie
Killers of the Flower Moon
Napoleon
Oppenheimer
<span style="color: red;">Poor Things </span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I'm just going by some of the clothes I've seen Ruffalo and Stone wearing. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Makeup and Hairstyling</u>
Golda
Maestro
Oppenheimer
<span style="color: red;">Poor Things</span>
Society of the Snow </div><div><br /></div><div><i>I see that whomever made Leonard Bernstein's nose got in here. You gotta believe </i>Golda'<i>s was better But much like the reason for the above category, I'm going that way. </i><br /><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Animated Short Film</u>
Letter to a Pig
Ninety-Five Senses
Our Uniform
Pachyderme
<span style="color: red;">War is Over! Inspired by the Music of John & Yoko </span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I'm no fan of John & Yoko's song, but the trailer was gripping to me. More so than the others. I'm making assumptions Mike will say something about </i>Letter to a Pig<i> and emails that come my way. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Live Action Short Film</u>
The After
Invincible
Night of Fortune
Red, White and Blue
<span style="color: red;">The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar </span><div><br /></div><div><i>I dunno. It's the only one I saw - and I liked it immensely. And it might be the only way Wes Anderson gets an Oscar. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Best Documentary Short Film</u>
<span style="color: red;">The ABCs of Book Banning</span>
The Barber of Little Rock
Island in Between
The Last Repair Shop
Nai Nai and Wai Po</div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Oh, those crazy Hollywood liberals!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, there you have it. I guess we'll all find out on Tuesday to see the results. I think this year we settled on winner getting cookies. Mike can even make it easier and just box up all the Thin Mints he has stored in the guest bedroom. He doesn't even have to bake. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Jeff Tweedy</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-81470828139284335092024-03-09T00:07:00.036-05:002024-03-09T00:07:00.136-05:00Rockin' ChairDog and Cat day. Do I need more of an intro? Je think not. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpECLJPNWQAIgEg7y69Liz9GggBbq6zaBsKSYfKZ7gJmqbMHHiqBSLMT0nkQsyBnKDfGvA40d6RKRGzelvEoHRFGsWjBzlzLLiAzLX1pfxKBGi7sONd7-un3cXXIfQHeZpsO8DR1oI6CIOZBLBjXh6XCzGwS7mr_OIsoGEU-ocF40tskCexNjriw/s4032/IMG_2703.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpECLJPNWQAIgEg7y69Liz9GggBbq6zaBsKSYfKZ7gJmqbMHHiqBSLMT0nkQsyBnKDfGvA40d6RKRGzelvEoHRFGsWjBzlzLLiAzLX1pfxKBGi7sONd7-un3cXXIfQHeZpsO8DR1oI6CIOZBLBjXh6XCzGwS7mr_OIsoGEU-ocF40tskCexNjriw/w400-h300/IMG_2703.HEIC" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sprung from daycare early - we took a hike. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dog on a log. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFQTU7PQ0l2SV1yZdReNtjrXy9Ne6PFBKMqZpu3eYEsqmGAyXJ1MCj9hV8vstVI1_8DM8wH2lUDPLlNTvAdAEAHrR-zTieXeVEdsp4gerW6-BdtBPGPUAHrF8oDC5uQhvCE-aHLPQrykIF86dRCWKidkf2CN2ViZD5gUjqxJPpEEFWNkkSqblog/s640/0-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFQTU7PQ0l2SV1yZdReNtjrXy9Ne6PFBKMqZpu3eYEsqmGAyXJ1MCj9hV8vstVI1_8DM8wH2lUDPLlNTvAdAEAHrR-zTieXeVEdsp4gerW6-BdtBPGPUAHrF8oDC5uQhvCE-aHLPQrykIF86dRCWKidkf2CN2ViZD5gUjqxJPpEEFWNkkSqblog/w400-h300/0-16.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again - I've given up getting him to stop going upward. It's a full-time job.</div><div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TiyVX6aHrp6q9uM1iyNiXi0L-M9XM5gm27oJPszLPRevmKSZT0jTHk9otOeIvXXVPVv5FSVeCNJ6ZW5cNuBjXCxpniwu13Ce_KHEO-ziHbV6QIqC8L-xrWIKGd9I71Sd_YrEzcevl9_I11K4gBGIDhPF7P2dgYcCYau1mq79-pl8TD7vdbd-DQ/s4032/IMG_0983.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TiyVX6aHrp6q9uM1iyNiXi0L-M9XM5gm27oJPszLPRevmKSZT0jTHk9otOeIvXXVPVv5FSVeCNJ6ZW5cNuBjXCxpniwu13Ce_KHEO-ziHbV6QIqC8L-xrWIKGd9I71Sd_YrEzcevl9_I11K4gBGIDhPF7P2dgYcCYau1mq79-pl8TD7vdbd-DQ/w300-h400/IMG_0983.heic" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bailey: single-handedly keeping the dog toy business thriving. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfgGwXEpJv1F-7Ms5UuIXD2OZxR7ho8w0TGO6S0nKsCIKJ6qZEeiOlvhjruQATsRo4YXoO572NHjsKEwY0osR1ygs1O_MMQYAskEn7QkObtdgx7pFYw5ipvHC1XdfM-vwuiAPC6TpP8hwqnmawu95unFMKirbcGkddxoqKr0JYNAhRYGR2nliZA/s640/0-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfgGwXEpJv1F-7Ms5UuIXD2OZxR7ho8w0TGO6S0nKsCIKJ6qZEeiOlvhjruQATsRo4YXoO572NHjsKEwY0osR1ygs1O_MMQYAskEn7QkObtdgx7pFYw5ipvHC1XdfM-vwuiAPC6TpP8hwqnmawu95unFMKirbcGkddxoqKr0JYNAhRYGR2nliZA/w300-h400/0-14.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hoagy Catmichael. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's what a neighbor has named him (or her?). He (or she?) hangs at John's house, where he has given the cat a heating pad on that chair. Hoagy is nice, but not a fan of Shep. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAdxCvVGVsG_XfyDRu9gomP3LaAq0dq5K9IwmJfQleDDJfVYuE1d0aAVbnf0UctTtTdUKCbRaoJhm59HI2DpeqnVfVopZggrjS710UVJzSZoMGYFfyg6u7Rph5uecP0ZDzbmHjztGYRCclA6IfAg5Nxn2QDWCOpl88xmFFgvg0t_SVc8Dx9ry5A/s640/0-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAdxCvVGVsG_XfyDRu9gomP3LaAq0dq5K9IwmJfQleDDJfVYuE1d0aAVbnf0UctTtTdUKCbRaoJhm59HI2DpeqnVfVopZggrjS710UVJzSZoMGYFfyg6u7Rph5uecP0ZDzbmHjztGYRCclA6IfAg5Nxn2QDWCOpl88xmFFgvg0t_SVc8Dx9ry5A/w300-h400/0-12.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Henry !!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It has been forever since I had seen him. I still love him, and him me. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB99nBAGdVu3cYgQwmiynwFRwJCywKgkXO-VhGtSQdQWVSFpqKWiobOl23j9zvt38v1Bw6dJmpszErr8dWPy4qbR3g_wJtepLo5Wbu19o3nOIbWUuwVmTlc8BSdGemSD9nUTHUWZQ_8bnPjUvVsyVjernleThEd0Xrt_Vs6tnn5-cyfCTu72LcWg/s640/0-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB99nBAGdVu3cYgQwmiynwFRwJCywKgkXO-VhGtSQdQWVSFpqKWiobOl23j9zvt38v1Bw6dJmpszErr8dWPy4qbR3g_wJtepLo5Wbu19o3nOIbWUuwVmTlc8BSdGemSD9nUTHUWZQ_8bnPjUvVsyVjernleThEd0Xrt_Vs6tnn5-cyfCTu72LcWg/w400-h300/0-13.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You'd think the dude on the left was Henry, but it's his brother. Well, same parents, different litter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His name is Biden. But the hound next to him. Heart melts!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhHH2YiwiuVWDOBOzL8QgRVRqhLNwOo1zEb6khuViJHhM43c4FuSM96QTY5egFhAS6LyyA1ZRpDUO3IiUGvzEa_gZVb3F6DV9KGO1XwzZS-10pZH_kGhAzRLjfJPFuu8P5Tsjc0J9z77m3pYlvEJqi0JmMxext24v5NnxyZF0dzj7C8qDTGv-5w/s640/0-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhHH2YiwiuVWDOBOzL8QgRVRqhLNwOo1zEb6khuViJHhM43c4FuSM96QTY5egFhAS6LyyA1ZRpDUO3IiUGvzEa_gZVb3F6DV9KGO1XwzZS-10pZH_kGhAzRLjfJPFuu8P5Tsjc0J9z77m3pYlvEJqi0JmMxext24v5NnxyZF0dzj7C8qDTGv-5w/w400-h300/0-15.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One step closer to Spring. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shep takes a dip. The non-swimming water dog. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-QvHLgS6qdEMcRlvRPhOPeeMPuVpMeAMlcseegdCXj1QTbGhIEjohPLC22v5mBHj6SwqmELsYQ1rcNpzaPVDlYfmrG9CuM-PVbz_730bV6n6GnKxXVbyXc20c7uXXrUBHLRkxsw-OF97wWGiRUZ7LaJL-zPYF9jY3KClRw0XftVjttKnQtfW2tw/s640/0-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-QvHLgS6qdEMcRlvRPhOPeeMPuVpMeAMlcseegdCXj1QTbGhIEjohPLC22v5mBHj6SwqmELsYQ1rcNpzaPVDlYfmrG9CuM-PVbz_730bV6n6GnKxXVbyXc20c7uXXrUBHLRkxsw-OF97wWGiRUZ7LaJL-zPYF9jY3KClRw0XftVjttKnQtfW2tw/w400-h300/0-10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to pee SO badly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I couldn't move. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Hoagy Carmichael</span></i></div></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-9129308720114384562024-03-08T00:07:00.018-05:002024-03-08T00:07:00.247-05:00App of the Month<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivul3uvC9USZ7o766Y7Re_C-0XKJw-xV7wZ4lYNKo-JsfxSTk8VK9MCqCVpnAJT-nhb1JMC6Zo1i2UCBb_u5MJTygXJBiWnYYBLOgPNjDKZfwT7oUFdlfslvGYzfa0AM0bFDie1GS0MskFYKRpuzfYuMZKqUbn9jUS2zWCH0i-WNfb0iDeLkV3Jg/s408/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.18.05%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="376" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivul3uvC9USZ7o766Y7Re_C-0XKJw-xV7wZ4lYNKo-JsfxSTk8VK9MCqCVpnAJT-nhb1JMC6Zo1i2UCBb_u5MJTygXJBiWnYYBLOgPNjDKZfwT7oUFdlfslvGYzfa0AM0bFDie1GS0MskFYKRpuzfYuMZKqUbn9jUS2zWCH0i-WNfb0iDeLkV3Jg/w184-h200/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.18.05%20PM.png" width="184" /></a></div>The <i>NYT</i> has yet a new game out - in Beta form - to suck more time from me in a day. <p></p><p>I'm an easy mark. Cleary. </p><p>Strands is the name. </p><p>It is about connecting adjoining letters - in most directions - to form words. Well, words that are four letters and higher. </p><p>BUT - there is an unknown theme to each day and you gots to figger it out. </p><p>On the plus side, you don't get dinged for guessing words that are not in the theme. Actually, do enough words that don't fit and you can have a 'hint'. Until yesterday, I hadn't used the 'hint' button, but I was struggling. Finding LOTS of words, just not the right ones. And I also needed to try it out for this post. Win-Win? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79kswgZpdEz07x5MzQvuSuOpuRyk9PlvLtE6NUBBOHzJPTHxnPQ-QhvGnauyY6JvOvONKev93wROlnBd2CgFKl-pW5MMMwMcHKBB-5haCExJwYHy6og2iAnZUPGKj9mUlvTKQNF94W3Us0eT-MVyhzRq502RLrvRvoM6fdIsmD_vbtVi52P0bkA/s1856/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.18.33%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="1856" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79kswgZpdEz07x5MzQvuSuOpuRyk9PlvLtE6NUBBOHzJPTHxnPQ-QhvGnauyY6JvOvONKev93wROlnBd2CgFKl-pW5MMMwMcHKBB-5haCExJwYHy6og2iAnZUPGKj9mUlvTKQNF94W3Us0eT-MVyhzRq502RLrvRvoM6fdIsmD_vbtVi52P0bkA/w400-h219/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.18.33%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's the board. I haven't looked carefully day to day to see if it's always 6 across and 8 down, or if it was just for this puzzle. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5wB6RMKXj6JXxOp30YEdIAp5tIx2_4ITl7O5R5Krys0NWVPe8cpuxsUcZzDnCmKP_G4v7dTl6YsfAb7ICBp2ms9-BdZ6mKHwsl8_A0JcBxxdsiIkF-1_rhCtFyL8MO9Uwj64s-C_CUEsOwIi0UFdH8PyCr5gJyOhSM3fGciCeqMa-wdiNlF1yg/s1880/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.20.40%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="1880" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5wB6RMKXj6JXxOp30YEdIAp5tIx2_4ITl7O5R5Krys0NWVPe8cpuxsUcZzDnCmKP_G4v7dTl6YsfAb7ICBp2ms9-BdZ6mKHwsl8_A0JcBxxdsiIkF-1_rhCtFyL8MO9Uwj64s-C_CUEsOwIi0UFdH8PyCr5gJyOhSM3fGciCeqMa-wdiNlF1yg/w400-h224/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.20.40%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can see I spelled 'LASER'. While it wasn't in the theme, you can see my 'hint' button is starting to fill up. I'd go on to find probably almost a dozen words - none in the theme - before I tried the 'hint' button. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AQ8Mp7ZPHkJeElv1ldpyZF0yOCFSb734TwheOZYiJhCkilW1dLiRYA2NXHo0pbGYKLZrg1PanVRDbbDjFBu3f1UuLJORwIA5mppqQSguJaxm-xEEuE1dkKewMyAJwKuz_L0wJFY0X98XFuArrkZ_Qmz9kcDN2-5p3_BOwnM7fwQWFp-9HNyvZA/s1918/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.29.40%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1918" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AQ8Mp7ZPHkJeElv1ldpyZF0yOCFSb734TwheOZYiJhCkilW1dLiRYA2NXHo0pbGYKLZrg1PanVRDbbDjFBu3f1UuLJORwIA5mppqQSguJaxm-xEEuE1dkKewMyAJwKuz_L0wJFY0X98XFuArrkZ_Qmz9kcDN2-5p3_BOwnM7fwQWFp-9HNyvZA/w400-h219/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.29.40%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once I saw the hint, I had a pretty good idea of the theme. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjS4kETJqMHuudx-6OJcMEVZXCfLDm0X3u8ilJFp4w_JynCzXIrS_JHSTpZ2NaSvxHARd1akLUrdHtQeTw7ikpRLSITT8EabyBPX24dWqGw1cPrs8OjMf4VCfm_C2uG2VhqmRI-v52bEeAhHDeXsM_pjQuUI2OxmdMzFhzHe1KSmekEK0vGoiBMw/s1832/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.30.12%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1832" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjS4kETJqMHuudx-6OJcMEVZXCfLDm0X3u8ilJFp4w_JynCzXIrS_JHSTpZ2NaSvxHARd1akLUrdHtQeTw7ikpRLSITT8EabyBPX24dWqGw1cPrs8OjMf4VCfm_C2uG2VhqmRI-v52bEeAhHDeXsM_pjQuUI2OxmdMzFhzHe1KSmekEK0vGoiBMw/w400-h229/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.30.12%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQD8z_HrkjiS51ZT8W8zP6iIwXhyphenhyphenMM2nYwUpWVI70OBD8DLg3JgSZekFtAHuvWMiFDF8lZAuLeDYDti0bz-VrQorBCCcQu5AegiGIOjRhOdXDqeNxfGOZFAh0hM_cJAnM9kXSyjAe_cNS0Y0JKwgQrL0XfPweQ-jbIkNTQg31Pehzmt_1PqKVMow/s1736/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.30.57%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1736" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQD8z_HrkjiS51ZT8W8zP6iIwXhyphenhyphenMM2nYwUpWVI70OBD8DLg3JgSZekFtAHuvWMiFDF8lZAuLeDYDti0bz-VrQorBCCcQu5AegiGIOjRhOdXDqeNxfGOZFAh0hM_cJAnM9kXSyjAe_cNS0Y0JKwgQrL0XfPweQ-jbIkNTQg31Pehzmt_1PqKVMow/w400-h239/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.30.57%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once I got the 2nd word, I just had to remember what the seven deadly sins were. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJIHxnUmVm5NOzg5k2_YE_vEKC518W6feFrW1HGJlIZavqL9IciBK7zuWUKxpiUcsvXuV-Ki9Srw4Ewg4vsckuomn1nRhhHn515cf2mdLZFAnZwHkO5hWnCPUoEZHVUwdYQQoehPydovaX6J-PxmSTi6YHAQTTPtNA61gUdlc94CtjDNkzuXv4g/s1824/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.39.02%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="1824" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJIHxnUmVm5NOzg5k2_YE_vEKC518W6feFrW1HGJlIZavqL9IciBK7zuWUKxpiUcsvXuV-Ki9Srw4Ewg4vsckuomn1nRhhHn515cf2mdLZFAnZwHkO5hWnCPUoEZHVUwdYQQoehPydovaX6J-PxmSTi6YHAQTTPtNA61gUdlc94CtjDNkzuXv4g/w400-h238/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.39.02%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh yeah - you use every letter on the board. And there is a Spangram....which is the theme. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though they call them Cardinal Sins not Deadly. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J0FC9kdN2tCXHYhCn07S2aD5pUxmBk8osTRTNg6_mQ_a6kkpxngNAvjU1io4SFCIt1I_GKLpictgW7WWnsnw-ntrfbAxWy1-_-1vy9Mg_l2_JMqPmkyWDpTEqAI87OaCQmw9H1AuwO0ou3W8qO3KCXcK7gKg1CSVvo1yijDf0mOuaW59Lqlz4A/s1052/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.38.53%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="1052" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J0FC9kdN2tCXHYhCn07S2aD5pUxmBk8osTRTNg6_mQ_a6kkpxngNAvjU1io4SFCIt1I_GKLpictgW7WWnsnw-ntrfbAxWy1-_-1vy9Mg_l2_JMqPmkyWDpTEqAI87OaCQmw9H1AuwO0ou3W8qO3KCXcK7gKg1CSVvo1yijDf0mOuaW59Lqlz4A/w400-h244/Screenshot%202024-03-07%20at%208.38.53%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since you don't get dinged - like in Connections or Wordle, it's as angst provoking to me. But it is Beta, so if it moves forward, who knows if the rules will stay in place. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you're looking for the game, you have to be on the <i>NYT</i> site (and have a subscription?). Go to the Games section and menu (three bars in the upper left corner) and scroll down the list of game to find it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have "fun". </div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-83492447770366544992024-03-07T00:07:00.079-05:002024-03-07T00:07:00.306-05:00Cooking with Blobby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDUg8KeDL3uL4xapvAd6cmZFzhrUCl_o_ip0y-aiAf47ZyxoFCjXS5t6TePYw7ppoawf27gVIoAGcTVGY5qpJX6wZi_cXEykDvUVlS-J8Vwr1Hw462kH6jmfNsEu5VQ0XdsP4Lp1T0fFO2S_Ij2sJKRBKhfBKYjdFgnovXkB3_Q3KHGhy0BDudw/s640/0-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDUg8KeDL3uL4xapvAd6cmZFzhrUCl_o_ip0y-aiAf47ZyxoFCjXS5t6TePYw7ppoawf27gVIoAGcTVGY5qpJX6wZi_cXEykDvUVlS-J8Vwr1Hw462kH6jmfNsEu5VQ0XdsP4Lp1T0fFO2S_Ij2sJKRBKhfBKYjdFgnovXkB3_Q3KHGhy0BDudw/s320/0-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>More pasta. What can I say? <div><br /></div><div>For the most part, pasta is easy. And versatile. I'm not saying you can't fuck up pasta, but sometimes one goes out of their way to do it. You've seen it here. </div><div><br /></div><div>This one, Peanut Butter Noodles, caught my eye for a few things - the minimal lack of ingredients, the seemingly ease of prep and the fact that it was billed as midnight pasta. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, save for insomnia, it's rare that Blobby sees midnight. Still I get what they mean: drunk and need to eat when you get in. Been there, but honestly, isn't that why Burger King, White Castle and Taco Bell exist? But I get the need for something to be in your stomach after some time out with the boys. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sure sure.......you could also be coming home from working 2nd shift somewhere. {wink}</div><div><br /></div><div>So let's see how it goes.....and how I did. </div><div><br /></div><u>INGREDIENTS </u><div><u><br /></u><div>Yield:
1 serving (yes, this recipe is for one person only. multiply it as needed for others)<div>Salt
4 ounces spaghetti or 1 individual package instant ramen (seasoning packet saved for another use) </div><div>2 tablespoons creamy peanut butter </div><div>1 tablespoon unsalted butter </div><div>1 tablespoon finely grated Parmesan, plus more for serving </div><div>1 teaspoon soy sauce</div><div><br /></div><div><u>PREPARATION </u></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zvUPCK-gS5UN7fa_Waqa_-_aVxV8zIVG3iT2mFxlBzHBGWP7I9GZZrNFQTGcejLy8nvTUwTFHHq-OkDNwQG4AukzoNofSve961r7Pznj4L-VL6EREXFOwNhhR0qAEwb61jluyUEIB-ciqqrsFSK4hdppYizcyp7CSx1A685bOY3MZK7I6jePpg/s640/0-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zvUPCK-gS5UN7fa_Waqa_-_aVxV8zIVG3iT2mFxlBzHBGWP7I9GZZrNFQTGcejLy8nvTUwTFHHq-OkDNwQG4AukzoNofSve961r7Pznj4L-VL6EREXFOwNhhR0qAEwb61jluyUEIB-ciqqrsFSK4hdppYizcyp7CSx1A685bOY3MZK7I6jePpg/w400-h300/0-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfvGdnUTIMdMkOtgXcv5WlvZr0hqN35bAWs_XA-ZngYRcETW3GrkcUA8jSXbDS0H-_YsG8fSTOhLaK7WRoxwTuWS2I4FMaCOlAgwLo9LT8cawKC5ZRJUHduUmJ8aydarHZDvETdPRln6s-IGMEgCpim-ES_llvE0nS_yc_pzi8IKRMhwwpGG4pg/s640/0-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfvGdnUTIMdMkOtgXcv5WlvZr0hqN35bAWs_XA-ZngYRcETW3GrkcUA8jSXbDS0H-_YsG8fSTOhLaK7WRoxwTuWS2I4FMaCOlAgwLo9LT8cawKC5ZRJUHduUmJ8aydarHZDvETdPRln6s-IGMEgCpim-ES_llvE0nS_yc_pzi8IKRMhwwpGG4pg/w400-h300/0-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Step 1
Bring a pot of water to a boil (and salt it, if using spaghetti). Cook the noodles according to package instructions. Reserve ½ cup of the cooking water, then drain the noodles and return to the pot. Turn off the heat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Can I just say that I loathe how spaghetti is packaged? I find it near impossible to figure out half a box, let alone a quarter of one. Yes, we have a kitchen scale, unfortunately, the batteries were dead. So, Blobby eye-balled. .....and most likely incorrectly. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOnyDSyQVxF4tHQoJLpxJn-85Noly67xCx4SnT_FJeikEBtcpzdq_VcTOiZQRmg1WocUbPDLqxmNG4AAVW4CwsMlc4KO_prmSXUto1rkPcAasnm2WfRy2YNRHYzr-8fazZjLGunwzFwQ_XNr5gXvGcmVCypEN7h26qPbyyKjWjpo3qGmv12ohng/s640/0-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOnyDSyQVxF4tHQoJLpxJn-85Noly67xCx4SnT_FJeikEBtcpzdq_VcTOiZQRmg1WocUbPDLqxmNG4AAVW4CwsMlc4KO_prmSXUto1rkPcAasnm2WfRy2YNRHYzr-8fazZjLGunwzFwQ_XNr5gXvGcmVCypEN7h26qPbyyKjWjpo3qGmv12ohng/w400-h300/0-5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKM8yfSS9lUJP6GnDhZWm87kBaQoLJQDpEjoKDuY7TcPL87_qV6YyeqIWmJIfKOA6zYa5GsPLfujMTOCZAHDHu_KYf9AfC8LJxnpOD6RlHceuNljQP0ciXz3Iw5T1ucA7t5Rn65P1lYMfa78WS8Dxb8j5gd9iSpz9c-ACkEToWzE-KrhJl-vPXYw/s640/0-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKM8yfSS9lUJP6GnDhZWm87kBaQoLJQDpEjoKDuY7TcPL87_qV6YyeqIWmJIfKOA6zYa5GsPLfujMTOCZAHDHu_KYf9AfC8LJxnpOD6RlHceuNljQP0ciXz3Iw5T1ucA7t5Rn65P1lYMfa78WS8Dxb8j5gd9iSpz9c-ACkEToWzE-KrhJl-vPXYw/w400-h300/0-6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Step 2
Add the peanut butter, butter, Parmesan and soy sauce. Vigorously stir the noodles for a minute, adding some reserved cooking water, a tablespoon or two at a time, until the sauce is glossy and clings to the noodles. Season to taste with salt. </div><div><br /></div><div>Only now do I see that it asked for 'unsalted butter'. Ooops. But watch it. Salt is in the pasta water, and the Parm and soy are salty a well. I probably could have done with a tablespoon or two of the pasta water, but while stirring it all seemed fine. Plating it was a little different, but not horribly so. </div><div><br /></div><div>The pics look a little cloudy no? I thought it was the steam or the lighting. No - it was a peanut butter smear on my camera lens. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0FVTLu206grgKFuc6-WSzc4likzDAPEjcq8OaXADnyXm2s53e8AiM2Z5MilzOAjwwfjZqVPTPmTDDYrNs8s2JVf-0Um46n-_KSdX04LbIkdmupV3esL9dWI91yNnFTeKj4dnS0ISdfp4am-PWSb-EDtb2CCstWngu_YlyBCB2QmaMqppf6XxbQ/s640/0-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0FVTLu206grgKFuc6-WSzc4likzDAPEjcq8OaXADnyXm2s53e8AiM2Z5MilzOAjwwfjZqVPTPmTDDYrNs8s2JVf-0Um46n-_KSdX04LbIkdmupV3esL9dWI91yNnFTeKj4dnS0ISdfp4am-PWSb-EDtb2CCstWngu_YlyBCB2QmaMqppf6XxbQ/w400-h300/0-9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Step 3
Top with more cheese, if you’d like, and serve immediately.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, that is a lot of pasta. More than a single serving. At least in my eyes. But it's quite possible I had more than 4 oz of spaghetti. Probable even.</div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly, I wasn't sure how the Parm would go with peanut butter, but it all worked out. The soy probably helped bridge that. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I am 98.2% sure I had more pasta than needed but the "right" amount of the sauce, the peanut flavour wasn't overwhelming or anything. I think it could have used a little more - or I could have used the right amount of spaghetti. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did not finish the entire dish. There is enough leftover for two sides, which I plan on using when I make salmon tonight (well.....last night now). I think it will pair nicely, especially if I use some sesame oil when cooking the fish. </div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-5687843132610992072024-03-06T00:07:00.001-05:002024-03-06T00:07:00.200-05:00Nada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoVLSMn9qC7RB4UmjDID_eZ8aNvf-440gst6yYwHnQ25eReSy-06EK0z345da7eYp_gHQGwMs7QPPP7RJew0Dr-euHba4TPXHEyUQNid6lUD3w-HFu46SlorUunWrg1Xg5_hIlNG3eX70fmy2QxStc_RtDOOPmUBEc3xABqY08Y3295sbLvu9MQ/s430/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="430" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoVLSMn9qC7RB4UmjDID_eZ8aNvf-440gst6yYwHnQ25eReSy-06EK0z345da7eYp_gHQGwMs7QPPP7RJew0Dr-euHba4TPXHEyUQNid6lUD3w-HFu46SlorUunWrg1Xg5_hIlNG3eX70fmy2QxStc_RtDOOPmUBEc3xABqY08Y3295sbLvu9MQ/w200-h181/0.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It's official. I've run out of time. <div><br /></div><div>No planned post. Nothing interesting in the news - as I just can't with SCOTUS, BLOTUS or Pappy Joe. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't even have any good running anecdotes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm calling it: time of death on this post - 21:10. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing to see here. Go about your day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Ricky Martin</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-8111891777683260642024-03-05T00:07:00.005-05:002024-03-05T00:07:00.340-05:00Odd CoupleI'm not in the mood for being creative, or discussing anything SCOTUS related. <div><br /></div><div>I'm leaving today for a Dodo video - Odd Couples by the Dodo. </div><div><br /></div><div>In my pea-sized brain, this is how I hoped it would be with Sophie and Simon. I suppose there's still hope. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IRqP_-ildiI?si=TtLlgFHTC7F4l73Z" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sohg by: Weezer</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-14198341979235161512024-03-04T00:07:00.001-05:002024-03-04T00:07:00.245-05:00My Music Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qRO_p8TIklZDPi_fuG6XjQD5efntwafPRCSnWOwtuqkSOJSBW2btyoV1Mz0eU7NvJtWKYLnl3FYQ02HK_8gyH0Ixz1EcBIl0txI7OLOlOfMCvKPHXawOCLWd7Kypf18PC0hnjkXoPVitdIdqYyXqC8fKIybSSEsA7XpMiYzYFuzRpuIVDNeBEg/s276/download.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qRO_p8TIklZDPi_fuG6XjQD5efntwafPRCSnWOwtuqkSOJSBW2btyoV1Mz0eU7NvJtWKYLnl3FYQ02HK_8gyH0Ixz1EcBIl0txI7OLOlOfMCvKPHXawOCLWd7Kypf18PC0hnjkXoPVitdIdqYyXqC8fKIybSSEsA7XpMiYzYFuzRpuIVDNeBEg/s1600/download.jpg" width="276" /></a></div>Something else new. I have zero idea who Tom Odell might be. Still yesterday, while driving to a hike with Shep and 710, his song, "Black Friday" came on XM. <div><br /></div><div>I normally am quick on the draw to change channels for any given reason, but for this, something told me not to. I'm glad I didn't. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am also quick to pick up on lyrics and sentiment, and I just haven't yet. I am picking this at the most basic level, that I liked, in general, what I heard. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mind you, we came in partially into the song, so I didn't have the entire overview of the tune. You'll see it starts out as a slow introspective song - maybe the entire thing is - but it kind of builds and opens up, in a good way, at around the 2:48 mark. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've now only heard it twice, so I can't fully give it a thumbs up or down, but we'll see where it takes me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KMIKzWyZPSA?si=qH4q5pdwTkiBIn9P" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-62828134079136346132024-03-03T00:07:00.039-05:002024-03-03T00:07:00.133-05:00Past Life<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRkx5fJoHoo6zsbIUeIfPBS7FVpVN6q7l-W2EG0jIL53y8nzTCJx1PEzuzcu7F5zVg3pmC_yMJ63zQv7QxvND_sY5woBbzFukcDkTT-sRxjPPtL6g7ADWVTfka2ta_uBBo4CFaamF5zHobyHq7sOaeLGgBFGceLkuDC3M0WGT7SZDrkIC342BeA/s1200/1_airQ9nsoSJzUmjukH29E8Q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="1200" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRkx5fJoHoo6zsbIUeIfPBS7FVpVN6q7l-W2EG0jIL53y8nzTCJx1PEzuzcu7F5zVg3pmC_yMJ63zQv7QxvND_sY5woBbzFukcDkTT-sRxjPPtL6g7ADWVTfka2ta_uBBo4CFaamF5zHobyHq7sOaeLGgBFGceLkuDC3M0WGT7SZDrkIC342BeA/s320/1_airQ9nsoSJzUmjukH29E8Q.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>We finally saw <i><a href="https://a24films.com/films/past-lives">Past Lives</a></i> this weekend. It's been on the short list for a while and we finally found the time </p><p>It's an American production with at least a Korean-American female lead, Greta Lee (whom I adore). I'm not sure i the male lead is fully Korean or not. </p><p>Much of the film is spoken in Korean, so there are subtitles. </p><p>It is something of a love triangle story. The simple premise is two friends are separated by immigration and reunite 24 years later, though she has married. He comes to visit. </p><p>Early in the movie, the now married couple speak of In-Yung and it's carried out throughout the movie to a degree.</p><p>It is a Korean belief of providence which is specifically between two people and every person who meets or even sit in the bench together has some In-Yun between them from their past lives. When the In-Yun is layered 8000 times the two people are destined to be married/or is to live happily ever after.</p><p>I found the movie to be well made and decently acted. For all it's early praise, I see why it got a best picture nod but not anything for acting. It's good, but not over the top good. </p><p>If' you're looking for <i>Dune 2</i> or a <i>Fast the Furious </i>movie, this isn't for you. </p><p><br /></p><p style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><i style="font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif;">2024 Movie Count / Goal: 04 of 15</i></p><p style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><i style="font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif;"><br /></i></p><div><i style="font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif;"><br /></i></div><div><i style="font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Tame Impala</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-33571134248643490792024-03-02T00:07:00.032-05:002024-03-02T00:07:00.133-05:00the Lake<div>A fairly uneventful week, though Covid still remains in our house. It's becoming annoying and unwelcome. On a positive note, my lungs aren't horribly effected, so I can still run - and the knees is slightly better. It seems ibuprofen might be better than naproxin for this ailment. Time will tell. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the dog is thrilled with Covid. Week two of no daycare. It might be a shock from him when he has to go back to "school". </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk-J4ETrQMPp6NleqLlhBq3CpZSH6aTtjGuaZLzEy50ZFb4HwrZQ8XyDk7wNNBgDKwskgQZuOZAaIq785eTvqIrY6ikpYl4wgyGIrR0-zD2m1Xz1-c7ZWIjWS_xLQEIQhywo8nX5YbFyOR50Hz7M-BcQDYec0mtYu6_25Wqtihd53oa8Gy2zkgQ/s640/0-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk-J4ETrQMPp6NleqLlhBq3CpZSH6aTtjGuaZLzEy50ZFb4HwrZQ8XyDk7wNNBgDKwskgQZuOZAaIq785eTvqIrY6ikpYl4wgyGIrR0-zD2m1Xz1-c7ZWIjWS_xLQEIQhywo8nX5YbFyOR50Hz7M-BcQDYec0mtYu6_25Wqtihd53oa8Gy2zkgQ/w400-h300/0-10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Simon "helping" with the groceries. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaf8jP23oBggXPQh5qcvJkRj-45NWsfvCU-7az-tL8dbJRv30sa9qnup_EYhPBk2DSEypa7hqsQIyDQQ9Ji75aAbtH_QzVOqnbs-vDzOw3IzjvB2SjYNrjfxHwB1r3AsyXxby3CqK2M1yBAkM-QCRTbUet50wkuaE9aVydezDvsmLk2BHK3bFVTw/s640/0-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaf8jP23oBggXPQh5qcvJkRj-45NWsfvCU-7az-tL8dbJRv30sa9qnup_EYhPBk2DSEypa7hqsQIyDQQ9Ji75aAbtH_QzVOqnbs-vDzOw3IzjvB2SjYNrjfxHwB1r3AsyXxby3CqK2M1yBAkM-QCRTbUet50wkuaE9aVydezDvsmLk2BHK3bFVTw/w300-h400/0-14.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shep looks so handsome in the sun. It was almost 70 out the other day. The next it dropped to 22. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDv5UWg0zV6jud7iQFuXiX-s2obHTIYp3T_ORgat7yKZ6azvxXHzm7H-6cHLgeNp21tDclegyHJP_g7CpkwdvUZh8UkeS-F83Fv5OMdZYbkuyMu9VlT7-3ZbhqxhVRRNC-9LnvkmrdIyvdVXkvYWrI_Sr383l9dPWl_aSBLCHQtSdvaInlqWVfA/s640/0-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDv5UWg0zV6jud7iQFuXiX-s2obHTIYp3T_ORgat7yKZ6azvxXHzm7H-6cHLgeNp21tDclegyHJP_g7CpkwdvUZh8UkeS-F83Fv5OMdZYbkuyMu9VlT7-3ZbhqxhVRRNC-9LnvkmrdIyvdVXkvYWrI_Sr383l9dPWl_aSBLCHQtSdvaInlqWVfA/w300-h400/0-15.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You know, if the girl cats we had got up on tables and counters, at least they had the decency to do it when we weren't around - and not just sit there being proud of themselves. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lq2H7Mkdcu1HPKTXr2vnLhaR5EHHNSjDNrGMK2llYSZVD5TadvMj0rAS7ZQSSn3aZ0J0YbGYiWH9i4Lu_kWptAzrMxtCj_Kiwp5YQTTXKPif00YN66fB7Zz9QKvDPey2Fz16cfFflZZLhgADF_0HGoXVoSdqQVtLqbETmveZkYfwPmrl64ws2g/s640/0-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lq2H7Mkdcu1HPKTXr2vnLhaR5EHHNSjDNrGMK2llYSZVD5TadvMj0rAS7ZQSSn3aZ0J0YbGYiWH9i4Lu_kWptAzrMxtCj_Kiwp5YQTTXKPif00YN66fB7Zz9QKvDPey2Fz16cfFflZZLhgADF_0HGoXVoSdqQVtLqbETmveZkYfwPmrl64ws2g/w400-h300/0-16.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A walk around Shaker Lake - the lower one. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIUCJMLRJgclpo1sprnFhtHHw6qOZsInzW9kMa5wvNoLPKpPXb-PQPqsNTMQpFmG3ShJzWHLOUUDGSKQw-uJEn2GJv8Fjc9E6jphjfgdfEPzCDdu9aRIOyB3X3RGdt_8rHCWa51HOMZDy5kr0UItg_7t_hQVm4xlokfgNt18PjrTWbHTBnsL1Nw/s640/0-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIUCJMLRJgclpo1sprnFhtHHw6qOZsInzW9kMa5wvNoLPKpPXb-PQPqsNTMQpFmG3ShJzWHLOUUDGSKQw-uJEn2GJv8Fjc9E6jphjfgdfEPzCDdu9aRIOyB3X3RGdt_8rHCWa51HOMZDy5kr0UItg_7t_hQVm4xlokfgNt18PjrTWbHTBnsL1Nw/w400-h300/0-13.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">....and Simon refuses to learn any lessons when it comes to Shep. <br />Part of me commends him on trying to become Shep's friend. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Laurie Anderson</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-34636951034954739172024-03-01T00:07:00.001-05:002024-03-01T00:07:00.308-05:00Long May You RunMy first two running challenges of 2024 are completed. Yay me. <div><br /></div><div>These are just on-line challenges presented by my UnderArmour running app. I hear there are better apps out there, but let's face it; I'm lazy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Map My Run does what I need it to do and I'm not needing the fancier / share your results and routes with everyone like Strava. I barely want to know how I'm doing, let alone sharing it with folks in my running groups. </div><div><br /></div><div>I share it in out-dated modes, like blogs, to people I kind of know, who stop by to crane their neck like it's an accident on the highway. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am fairly certain my app does a lot more, but clearly, I haven't felt the need to delve into that. </div><div><br /></div><div>Save three races, I haven't even committed to any others in 2024. The first one is in a few weeks, so hopefully the knee will be better. Then one a month after that, and a month after that. Though I'm somewhat considering a half-marathon somewhere between race 2 and 3. That race is in no danger of selling out, so I can wait to decide. </div><div><br /></div><div>Until then, I was just looking for other goals and I got them in my app. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first one, which I mentioned a month ago (?) is do 200 miles between January 1 - and February 29. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRUwZvT8CazXPs0mS2UGXR4wmcTOuW3oaM3rhSnrPFUQcVUcdfcgRFLvHmJUKtklNeYIE_WjTBcnHutb-nTprFocdNGeoffw-0phnwSVPhUN_GuqcZZnswXnJFkVYWLdsCo8BFGv9RufnBzYfmGpvSFXSt3Oj-8szq12IeNA6LWqRxiO_B4qwiw/s509/0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="509" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRUwZvT8CazXPs0mS2UGXR4wmcTOuW3oaM3rhSnrPFUQcVUcdfcgRFLvHmJUKtklNeYIE_WjTBcnHutb-nTprFocdNGeoffw-0phnwSVPhUN_GuqcZZnswXnJFkVYWLdsCo8BFGv9RufnBzYfmGpvSFXSt3Oj-8szq12IeNA6LWqRxiO_B4qwiw/s320/0.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you you can see, I achieved that, passed it even. By almost 56 miles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In actuality, I hit the 200 mile mark on February 17th. That was with a week off in January when I was sick. And I'd over the 256 had it not been for four days off from Covid. I mean, it still looms, but it's no longer keeping me from getting out there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I placed 2,136 out of 40,007. So, you know, I'll take it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGDEUIEQh3Su9jbmhS_Z_NGDYM_P3pGmqkfN7_tEx4WqKRS3OjmKKjMuw5ydd_nQiCOxq8EZRLYaC82yy1UGSLM0wKvSn_qepL014BV_fgZ6gJY3MHtUv6JeFJimAYU7UUuqecB1-Cn_rr1oKiME33XJifB5u_swz-PiCXApI8KHJ3YNhSDry-w/s553/0-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="509" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGDEUIEQh3Su9jbmhS_Z_NGDYM_P3pGmqkfN7_tEx4WqKRS3OjmKKjMuw5ydd_nQiCOxq8EZRLYaC82yy1UGSLM0wKvSn_qepL014BV_fgZ6gJY3MHtUv6JeFJimAYU7UUuqecB1-Cn_rr1oKiME33XJifB5u_swz-PiCXApI8KHJ3YNhSDry-w/s320/0-1.png" width="295" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second was much easier: run 75k in February. That's about 47 miles. That challenge I checked off in the first 10 days of the month. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This one I came in 1,714 out of 23,882 participants. Still not bad. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Honestly, I'm not humble bragging - I don't think. It's more the seemingly implausibility of me running 47 miles in - ever. Let alone a month, or 10 days. In actuality, I ran 132 miles in February, which just seems insane. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As much as I think I've run, the next three months will be more. The Cleveland Marathon is in less than three months, and I need to get myself back up to a 20 mile run sooner than later. 11 is the farthest I've gone since November, so I got some work to do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe I'll be getting my cortisone injection before two more weeks, and I have a message out to my chiropractor to see if he works with the issues I'm having. He worked miracles with my tendinitis last October. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If there are UA challenges for March, I don't see 'em, which is fine. The marathon is the challenge. I just need to focus on that for the next 11 weeks or so. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: the Stills-Young Band</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-14528789656165091072024-02-29T00:07:00.024-05:002024-02-29T00:07:00.133-05:00Record of the Month<div><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">I figured I'd do a monthly 'what I'm listening to' kind of thing. This could be viewed as a lame placeholder kind of post. And probably it is. But it's my blog! So there! </i><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SfE9gOkUIthTbbK9ByyF-ypYZn5Z1-VbVzs7CeSPx9S4tSBtA3vi0-4p6ggCIcBbvc4koBXXfPSEP8BOKxH3FUWK6V1t3yQI1IRIvMgMwpc41IaFKTbK2chciyLEA5ignlGZeSk2gkx7Fm2nORjHHqgp2yUAJQyzEwlgbi5qUFz3aqzYHGMzEQ/s436/71FT97KvC3L._AC_UY436_FMwebp_QL65_.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="436" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SfE9gOkUIthTbbK9ByyF-ypYZn5Z1-VbVzs7CeSPx9S4tSBtA3vi0-4p6ggCIcBbvc4koBXXfPSEP8BOKxH3FUWK6V1t3yQI1IRIvMgMwpc41IaFKTbK2chciyLEA5ignlGZeSk2gkx7Fm2nORjHHqgp2yUAJQyzEwlgbi5qUFz3aqzYHGMzEQ/s320/71FT97KvC3L._AC_UY436_FMwebp_QL65_.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>I kind of semi-called back in May when the National released <i><a href="http://www.blobbysblog.com/2023/05/record-of-month.html">First Two Pages of Frankenstein</a></i>. They had mentioned recording over two dozen songs and I lamented that maybe what they left off was better than the disk they released. And it kind of is. </div><div><br /></div><div>Actually, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Laugh-Track-National/dp/B0CHNXMZ29/ref=sr_1_1?crid=PLN6F2RM86XT&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.vxo6QeKQK6YtPYkkmbmpWyqispHVbVsTR-9L5hOb1vBLVlLXueBqolru1pa1hH9sG7rEy6iAUvNn4xOp8dZktaHUYOhCBZ1bbMaTrtnTaK9OYXnNK15WrIbQLatTy7ge5Fj5DyncHuvHRUA-1DTkFSNMjsMzA38Zip7vrlG4ZLnnlagT2aU-j5sLKtW558OKoqISP2eC_2wsotAUP5eowRpOJdPQ2O9GUptco2lFnzQ.BQU3vbKTkS49aHau3t9jNaATlZuUUjEjoKhiPDHPjMk&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+national+laugh+track&qid=1709151712&sprefix=the+national+%2Caps%2C96&sr=8-1">Laugh Track</a></i> was released back in September 2023, but I'm just getting around to the review now. Yes, two albums in less than five months. </div><div><br /></div><div>While mostly recorded around the same time, <i>Laugh Track</i> isn't solely produced by the band, there are others who put their $0.02 into this product and I think it helped. </div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong, while this disk is better than <i>Frankenstein</i> and even their last two records, it doesn't meet the expectations of their first four albums. But that's more on me than them. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Frankenstein</i> relied heavily on programmed drums, but that's not the case here. And their drummer is actually the base for their sound. The disk is also heavily piano driven. That's fine here and there, but show a little restraint. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are highlights for sure: "Weird Goodbyes" which I featured on <i>My Music Monday</i> maybe two years ago has finally found a home, as opposed one-off single that most people missed. Bon Iver does well sharing vocals with Matt Berrninger. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Deep End (Paul's in Pieces)" is probably the most accessible track. It is actually better when heard live. "Coat on a Hook" is the low-key, but familiar National that we've come to know. And in their last few disks where they are BIG on female guest vocalists, I'm not sure they do better than Rosanne Cash collaborating on "Crumble". Her voice works well with Berninger, especially in the last section of the song. </div><div><br /></div><div>And whether you like it or not, "Smoke Detector" is at least ambitious. Clocking in at almost eight minutes and recorded live at a sound check. It's part manic, part stream of consciousness, all very sonic. They get points for originality. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some songs I come back to more than others. It's a decent disk. I'm glad I've stuck with them. </div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-54394517321457701012024-02-28T00:07:00.007-05:002024-02-28T00:07:00.162-05:00Shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixluREgFBfBWAui0Hr77lggZh8sOiUeKTVe7SCXMAB2HekiNJ6QSn0TQweFs2VnbHxUmvDBxCw_b3h1d4g3QZKqWVRvI92ekIe9ogVtuMuoNHNeO7nyKE54PyQVMC-caSX5xJv6R3dFthm5sE99K031FjrQq43Pj6B5jMZ__oSmpcu1ZQqPpiz8Q/s900/429690270_10161157099386670_7082359617856222953_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="895" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixluREgFBfBWAui0Hr77lggZh8sOiUeKTVe7SCXMAB2HekiNJ6QSn0TQweFs2VnbHxUmvDBxCw_b3h1d4g3QZKqWVRvI92ekIe9ogVtuMuoNHNeO7nyKE54PyQVMC-caSX5xJv6R3dFthm5sE99K031FjrQq43Pj6B5jMZ__oSmpcu1ZQqPpiz8Q/s320/429690270_10161157099386670_7082359617856222953_n.jpg" width="318" /></a></div>You know, if they weren't $400, they'd be someone's Secret Santa for 2024. <div><br /></div><div>As it turns out, I'm not sure they're even manufactured......yet at least. As it is a BLOTUS product, the chances of it ever coming to fruition are slim and the chance of getting a refund are nil. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course they are tacky as hell. I'm guessing this is what is happening to all the unsold Kanye West Adidas shoes that they can't unload. </div><div><br /></div><div>The "joke" is, the rich folks who do support him won't buy them and wouldn't be caught dead in them. His true base can't afford them, but somehow will still get them. </div><div><br /></div><div>The biggest users of social programs that the GOP wants to cut and defund are the red states. I do love how they have manipulated their own base against the voter's best interest.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think one could even wear these ironically. </div><div><br /></div><div>The problem is, they'll sell. When I was doing yoga, every Saturday morning Foot Locker - or something like them - had a line waiting to get in the store for whatever new collectible shoe was being released that week. Teens would come out with 2-3 of them at $200 a pop. I could never quite figure it out. </div><div><br /></div><div>An old college friend told me her son did that and would do resell on eBay and made tons of money. He was 14 at the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>It should be easy to pick out the enemy. Yes. I debated for like 12 seconds whether to use that word or not, but that's what it is. What they are. The ones who hate Antifa, which they don't understand that it is anti-fascist. Or maybe they just ARE fascists, </div><div><br /></div><div>It's all very depressing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Allegedly, the shoes are supposed to be swaying the Black vote to BLOTUS. Really? Is that all it takes? If so, that is even more depressing - should it work. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ok. I'm stopping now. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Patsy Cline</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-82742933194093442692024-02-27T00:07:00.003-05:002024-02-27T00:07:00.139-05:00Free<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBa1v9_hWwdhd-blfk-I0RCdEIUg9pEVlynzWsDFDlVQmk_ZClPhAA7NTfpD5tvm1MEkpB0Qvjd-QJCH3fGrG6UeFqs8V7ODGPG20HyCWv47DOmLxaaH6lucm3s5bpIQHLxLaMkMM7w4t6q3uGvi5qClmQ2xYTLpqAfmUf7tk0MkUfv7oiwpIAOQ/s1500/26Montefiore-donation-01-fzpl-threeByTwoMediumAt2X.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1500" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBa1v9_hWwdhd-blfk-I0RCdEIUg9pEVlynzWsDFDlVQmk_ZClPhAA7NTfpD5tvm1MEkpB0Qvjd-QJCH3fGrG6UeFqs8V7ODGPG20HyCWv47DOmLxaaH6lucm3s5bpIQHLxLaMkMM7w4t6q3uGvi5qClmQ2xYTLpqAfmUf7tk0MkUfv7oiwpIAOQ/s320/26Montefiore-donation-01-fzpl-threeByTwoMediumAt2X.webp" width="320" /></a></div>You know, now and then I get to put out good news here too. <div><br /></div><div>An <i>NYT</i> notification popped up on my phone yesterday about a billion dollar donation to a medical school in the Bronx. I was intrigued of course, so I <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/26/nyregion/albert-einstein-college-medicine-bronx-donation.html">clicked the link</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>A professor of disabilities and literacy programs made the donation. The money - mostly unknown to her - came from her husband's estate, as he had done well in his career. </div><div><br /></div><div>As having worked in healthcare and been on the business end of administering donor requests, almost all donations come with some kind of parameters on what the givers want it to go towards. Some are extremely specific and I've seen some funds never touched, as sometimes they are tough to spend, believe it or not. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ruth Gottesman had only one request: use the money so medical students do not have to pay for medical school. </div><div><br /></div><div>Boom. Period. That's it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The money is enough to have this go on in perpetuity. </div><div><br /></div><div>The money is enough that the medical school could have been renamed for her. Most donations have levels ($1.5 million to have a Chair named for you, etc). As this is Albert Einstein Medical School, Ms. Gottesman figured that they can't do better than Albert Einstein and declined the offer. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is horribly generous - though maybe her kids think differently? - and will be a huge help to those who come out riddled with debt. </div><div><br /></div><div>Personally, I would have attached a few caveats to this gift. For instance, the forseeable future, fewer and fewer students are selecting certain specialties - neurology, for one. Even fewer (read: almost none) are going into brain health and memory. That is going to be a HUGE issue and very soon, as the population ages and dementia and Alzheimers cases continues to rise. There will be even fewer people to care of these patients. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure there are others too that need bolstering. Along with nursing programs. </div><div><br /></div><div>I say keep the tuition free, IF someone chooses a certain speciality path. As the needs of medical circumstances changes over time, so can the need on how those funds get dispersed. Just my $0.02. </div><div><br /></div><div>Either way, it might get people into medicine who wanted that career but couldn't take on the debt. </div><div><br /></div><div>Good for Ms. Gottesman. Good for Albert Einstein. The college......not the man. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Florence + the Machine</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-1455482910677244662024-02-26T00:07:00.018-05:002024-02-26T00:07:00.139-05:00My Music Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2il-iZvaOq9EdjVWEtuP3Wh300j-_QtvlR2PVmRUvpwUYi_Hvo_SvEkuS0DN2lqKnbHr0GFlmiLupPCLv3qdffdpL82C5HSc8lDQCqcerrRD4gUuU6ZY51UF8HvW7y3zb28LK-LpZMR4tFpV_I0ZLyg3exbv0uHRrrz9PKkd233Ix1UaJRJZ22A/s276/download.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2il-iZvaOq9EdjVWEtuP3Wh300j-_QtvlR2PVmRUvpwUYi_Hvo_SvEkuS0DN2lqKnbHr0GFlmiLupPCLv3qdffdpL82C5HSc8lDQCqcerrRD4gUuU6ZY51UF8HvW7y3zb28LK-LpZMR4tFpV_I0ZLyg3exbv0uHRrrz9PKkd233Ix1UaJRJZ22A/s1600/download.jpg" width="276" /></a></div>Another brand new tune for my <i>My Music Monday</i>. <div><br /></div><div>This is a new release (from about two weeks ago) from <a href="https://www.decemberists.com/">the Decemberists</a> joined by James Mercer, the lead vocalist from <a href="https://www.theshins.com/">the Shins</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's basically a hipsters auditory nocturnal emission. </div><div><br /></div><div>I like both bands, and I believe the only time I'll ever be a hipster is when I get a new one........which......well......tick tick tick. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even better, "Burial Ground" is a good song. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think the Decemberists have morphed quite a bit from their earlier days. I liked them back then, but some of their "newer" stuff has really been good and possibly more accessible. </div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dBlJ35D7tss?si=0TmC22jG38ABQ9YM" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-88915551102777287792024-02-25T00:07:00.058-05:002024-02-25T00:07:00.212-05:00Hurt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEK6hyphenhyphenUvTfxyB5SyIoy_OJJnfdFE9kIcfdCi2YYZD7-Zr_pthTy48AJow72YLLwxSlvpHA6jWxx787_8uXKyJpJuXTy6LYADLptH0tg8RUcgsUDqcBkrN3DHysI_ibXB_dSXNCCTm9SqRBT8OWEw_CExhGYwnKOtEJKnpumYDV52QVOZA9hiPvDQ/s4032/IMG_2199.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEK6hyphenhyphenUvTfxyB5SyIoy_OJJnfdFE9kIcfdCi2YYZD7-Zr_pthTy48AJow72YLLwxSlvpHA6jWxx787_8uXKyJpJuXTy6LYADLptH0tg8RUcgsUDqcBkrN3DHysI_ibXB_dSXNCCTm9SqRBT8OWEw_CExhGYwnKOtEJKnpumYDV52QVOZA9hiPvDQ/s320/IMG_2199.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div>Again, I was hoping to have a movie review for today, but a big long nap kind of put a big stop to a big long movie. The nap was needed more. <div><br /></div><div>As marathon training continues, I went back to it today. I skipped Tuesday's group due to Covid. .....and my knee. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am finding it's not training season without an injury. Almost exactly a year ago it was my other knee (and hip) and last October it was tendinitis This time, it's the left knee. </div><div><br /></div><div>Behind the knees was bothering me before my 11 mile run last weekend. By Monday it just intensified. By Wednesday, I was seeing my orthopod. </div><div><br /></div><div>Somewhere between Saturday and Tuesday (when I called for an appointment) the pain had morphed from back to side / front. ....and then back to the back again. As I am big into self-diagnosis (every doctor hates me for that), I had no idea what was going on. </div><div><br /></div><div>As it turns out, more than one thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll start with the front, which I did guess (probably) correctly. It's a bursa issue brought on by my super-tight hamstrings. I literally LOL'd at my doc as he examined me and told me to relax the leg. I said, if I could relax those hamstrings ever, I wouldn't be here. He chuckled himself at that, as did the resident who was observing. </div><div><br /></div><div>That is what the brace is for. Should it not help, in three weeks I'll be getting a cortisone injection. Truth be told - I kind of love those. The one on my right knee is still holding up 11 months later. </div><div><br /></div><div>The behind the knee pain is just insult to injury: Arthritis. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fucking 60 years old. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bad enough to be old, let alone feel it. I already have been making old-man noises when I do certain things, I certainly don't need to add to those, yet I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should Gooooooogle it. I completely blanked on asking the doc if there was anything I could do about the arthritic pain. </div><div><br /></div><div>That said, doc said I could run in my brace - and I have, but with mixed results. Oddly, it doesn't feel that bad when I run. I feel the brace digging in certain places more than I feel the original pain(s). And ick - it gets sweat covered. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, I rejoined the training group. I was supposed to run 10, but I knew I wouldn't. Or shouldn't. Couldn't is another issue. I probably could have. </div><div><br /></div><div>Temps were low - 14°F, with the wind - but roads and trails were dry. I went 7 miles, and I equaled my 10k race time. So I felt pretty good about that actually. Almost a mile longer than 6.2 , on big-ass hills with a knee brace and still had a decent time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Between the doc visit and yesterday, I also did a 3 mile and 4 mile day with no negative consequences. I'm not stupid (up for debate, actually), as I don't want a worse injury. Still, the Cleveland Marathon is less than three months away and I don't want to get behind in training. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also hoping this last weekend was the last frigid run of the season. .....but it's Cleveland, so who knows. I honestly don't mind running in the cold. My lungs are not fans of it, or my hands. The rest of me is fine with it all. </div><div><br /></div><div>That said, one more injury and I suspect I'll be on the mailing list for this faux magazine </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoich4Rs8UJzAf7qzt234layde-slTYppGZUEqZCfTg6Bi5S-cljVGfy7AkkNJM_0FgFnF90ribSfRoNh3J9vmMcUKYW_o9x3qk8BSjUwAF9qOq25tfNQPsX3Bdyj8vlP-skByj-2CADO6pz3de9-IRA5RkqEXy6zt8EVKtWlOZ_EAAkcQvhX8A/s640/0-9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="640" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoich4Rs8UJzAf7qzt234layde-slTYppGZUEqZCfTg6Bi5S-cljVGfy7AkkNJM_0FgFnF90ribSfRoNh3J9vmMcUKYW_o9x3qk8BSjUwAF9qOq25tfNQPsX3Bdyj8vlP-skByj-2CADO6pz3de9-IRA5RkqEXy6zt8EVKtWlOZ_EAAkcQvhX8A/w400-h270/0-9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>It made me laugh. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh - this is my 7,000th post !!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: Johnny Cash</span></i></div>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5185139.post-158327781562048562024-02-24T00:07:00.028-05:002024-02-24T00:07:00.139-05:00We Don't Get Along<p>Covid is going well. I guess. I</p><p>'m almost completely asymptomatic. I can't say for that for the rest of the household. Since we are at home all week, Shep got a reprieve from daycare, so he's been home all week. He's had LOTS of long walks, but no car rides, of which is not amused. </p><p>He's had a few singular barks, which tells us that "someone" (psssst. Simon) has invaded his personal space. </p><p>Things I'm finding are weird. When Sophie was the one here first, Shep never snapped at her. Now that he's the oldest, he's exerting that discipline. It's kind of fun to watch and figure out the dynamics. And 90% of them time, there is no fighting. </p><p>But......on with the pics. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-Ss22TlCX232KE0Q558H_fEiHQBdezlHICkPnIdJ33l-zncwXan2nlVy2iK2FNVfiMHkaQoaznC2e3zZKmDot-tbgJa6vUebPfxhzY3djSyVZBwAjKVDJciOV4M3pxG_d1euWZN2psLssK0sORARMr5QbqLLTIgTTsrzC45mKzUABE9p3TlerQ/s640/0-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-Ss22TlCX232KE0Q558H_fEiHQBdezlHICkPnIdJ33l-zncwXan2nlVy2iK2FNVfiMHkaQoaznC2e3zZKmDot-tbgJa6vUebPfxhzY3djSyVZBwAjKVDJciOV4M3pxG_d1euWZN2psLssK0sORARMr5QbqLLTIgTTsrzC45mKzUABE9p3TlerQ/w300-h400/0-3.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Usually a safe distance. Simon has been spending more and more time with the pack. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBQJR8zyZov2ok52xhnNbGzPi3tuHOqSpW4gARF4uZFsdkBXfFR2o0AYKrGH4OrRbonymyk91kzRjAe3YJ2PTKeEgHQrwLh7pNp5zMoiNFtKNra1SjYaISdrguyy4ma5edQjV685hIOBgFroF_RRkh-BJppi35Hvm_G5qWpeyWA-44z5PssOCUA/s640/0-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBQJR8zyZov2ok52xhnNbGzPi3tuHOqSpW4gARF4uZFsdkBXfFR2o0AYKrGH4OrRbonymyk91kzRjAe3YJ2PTKeEgHQrwLh7pNp5zMoiNFtKNra1SjYaISdrguyy4ma5edQjV685hIOBgFroF_RRkh-BJppi35Hvm_G5qWpeyWA-44z5PssOCUA/w400-h300/0-33.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shep overlooking Horseshoe Lake. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">.....yes, that used to be a lake. Lots of politics behind whether it should be again. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6QU9zhkx11bHSNQa_lCBlBLzebB4_g0A6FsHzcQMXOzm-La73TtdJohYYhML_U7XrG9DkeUqZ8TUSQXMzO2cmBQ7uU-Yy1jp_CsCIkpknXQKBVNOMv9uA7v-V-jSfIzVk8OL0z0f2LWLgakF8FMN3fqt3hg3vUWZtHET9zM8rpAq9mnh6fRhLw/s640/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6QU9zhkx11bHSNQa_lCBlBLzebB4_g0A6FsHzcQMXOzm-La73TtdJohYYhML_U7XrG9DkeUqZ8TUSQXMzO2cmBQ7uU-Yy1jp_CsCIkpknXQKBVNOMv9uA7v-V-jSfIzVk8OL0z0f2LWLgakF8FMN3fqt3hg3vUWZtHET9zM8rpAq9mnh6fRhLw/w400-h300/0.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are YOU the keymaster.......?"</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyH9QObgmA8pabbWu8Ahs5V4Fj32L0QZpeh4yTdxwKpMj7i_RjpMnsRqDt_05q3vUTWPNUUUPWh3jVhwAHh_5vBnZtaf7gb1YRZiZmT9uPF4-cFJztd5A8_cpsEjBStls7bYGnpmo0qZI1oZ7SUbFfiLrT8mevG9jDLgQTOl6cDF7ls0t79v_rPw/s4032/IMG_0962.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyH9QObgmA8pabbWu8Ahs5V4Fj32L0QZpeh4yTdxwKpMj7i_RjpMnsRqDt_05q3vUTWPNUUUPWh3jVhwAHh_5vBnZtaf7gb1YRZiZmT9uPF4-cFJztd5A8_cpsEjBStls7bYGnpmo0qZI1oZ7SUbFfiLrT8mevG9jDLgQTOl6cDF7ls0t79v_rPw/w300-h400/IMG_0962.heic" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bailey and her detritus. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zmbq2BvR35SCZiCmU1OjHwb_7ZSKIv-RqWHyKQ81F4pwetc6kkDdDsNaCsxvZ8NHGFNDlzskx-UTprhqWrIfApoXTFvsEnO0jp19lTXKbd2DBPML-6k1KK0KDeQCWrrIEDrQ5M9xNxqzLSoJa16kZUsBE3pnDOJTzL7I7UqV0f92akq2y76hfQ/s640/0-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zmbq2BvR35SCZiCmU1OjHwb_7ZSKIv-RqWHyKQ81F4pwetc6kkDdDsNaCsxvZ8NHGFNDlzskx-UTprhqWrIfApoXTFvsEnO0jp19lTXKbd2DBPML-6k1KK0KDeQCWrrIEDrQ5M9xNxqzLSoJa16kZUsBE3pnDOJTzL7I7UqV0f92akq2y76hfQ/w300-h400/0-32.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Walk with no one around. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUi1OY_sby1WgwNAvPtNo34-jW5cxVBQAPFKcoofZi-E6LRj-c7NfH_OAoh1cbL3dfsELMMVyEF_o9Teyh-2ea85OfOwW41Lz4ps-SEokh6b6h_BSVAt01F0SRN14BfESa7lbskZjho4zHlgRDB5YwOOY7CfnNw4OO_I3ev8STsJpsDzvjXMq9Q/s640/0-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUi1OY_sby1WgwNAvPtNo34-jW5cxVBQAPFKcoofZi-E6LRj-c7NfH_OAoh1cbL3dfsELMMVyEF_o9Teyh-2ea85OfOwW41Lz4ps-SEokh6b6h_BSVAt01F0SRN14BfESa7lbskZjho4zHlgRDB5YwOOY7CfnNw4OO_I3ev8STsJpsDzvjXMq9Q/w300-h400/0-5.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Simon's and my relationship in one image. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwhMWjXX5f6BhtqwRJMQ9h8d73Z1SW5AMotAaSaUplJx_7uFK2WZN9z0uigwIdbx6HYw0o8SFoIMsrblffPUR2_AlqWXetpolc015BroiEj09EgUt2qv6wOevrXM2CswdXUgBmyy4lZFlYwL5vNME5SuGnIJLY0KLP89287B9HjYaWSQEa9z3Ng/s640/0-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwhMWjXX5f6BhtqwRJMQ9h8d73Z1SW5AMotAaSaUplJx_7uFK2WZN9z0uigwIdbx6HYw0o8SFoIMsrblffPUR2_AlqWXetpolc015BroiEj09EgUt2qv6wOevrXM2CswdXUgBmyy4lZFlYwL5vNME5SuGnIJLY0KLP89287B9HjYaWSQEa9z3Ng/w300-h400/0-1.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Co-existing. Kind of. </div><br /><p><br /></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Song by: the Go-Go's </span></i></p>Blobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11821768145570876450noreply@blogger.com4