Back Door Man

 With 12 of 12 last week, you didn't truly get a Sophie / Shep posting. 

Let's fix that right now, shall we? 

a dog and his dad

always something to say - so naturally she's a part of this family. 

Sophie is the gatekeeper to the back hall. She let Shep pass. 

Shep has taken to napping in our bed until bedtime - then he meanders to his own king sized bed down the hall. 

Most mornings, 710 will find the three of us here (though I'd be next to Shep). We all hang until he gets up, then I go to work, and the three of them chill together. 

Prettiest cat in all the land - if I say so myself. 

the boy does love to run free - as long as the area is enclosed by a fence from which he cannot escape. 

Security Fail. She wasn't at her post in time. 

Song by: Sarah McLachlan

Racism

While I can't say I'm a fan of CNN, they are like the Verizon of cable news.  You see, I believe it was Consumer Reports that called Verizon the best of the worst when it came to cellular carriers. 

So it was disappointing, but not surprising, to see the featured story (to your left) on their website. 

Quick math will show you how systemic racism works - even at a network that concurrently was 'printing' stories about how Asian hate is a thing. 

Mathematically, let's break this down for CNN:

8  - Deaths

6 -  of those were Asian

2 - the number of victims featured in their story

0 -  the number of them who were Asian

I think the scary thing is - probably few even noticed. Certainly not their editors. 

This behaviour is so engrained and even tolerated that this comes across as acceptable. It is no wonder that police and the judicial system have (and probably will) let the the murderer get off with nary a slap. 

News has to be better than this - but we know they're not. Beholden to ratings and advertising dollars leaves little room for facts, integrity and the complete lack of investigational journalism. I think the last five years have confirmed that - though it was certainly a problem before BLOTUS. 

Let's hope things change. Because sure as hell, I sent that photo capture I snagged and sent it to CNN. 

Song by: Janet Jackson

Real Bad Day

What can one say about another mass shooting by another white domestic terrorist disturbed young man? 

Well, if you're the Atlanta police chief, you just say the poor wittle boy was just having a "really bad day". 

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

If the suspect weren't white (shhhh......read: black!), he wouldn't even be arrested. He'd be dead. 

Also, you'd charge the shooting as a hate crime, not a sex one. 

There are special rules for white folk when it comes to "justice".  Ask RAPIST Brock Turner (oh yes, I'm saying his name, and linking his legal wiki, so every employer or potential date he ever has that Gooooogles him his sordid past shows up). 

I won't lie - I didn't the anti-Asian theory seriously at first. My initial thought was anti-female. I guess it doesn't have to be one or the other. And the last year has been very anti-Asian. Why don't you ask the same fucking Atlanta police chief...............

It is no wonder he'd not going to go hard on a white, Asian-hating, woman-hating killer. At this point, I'm guessing the police chief is feeling down in the dumps because he didn't get to pull the trigger himself. On the women, that is - not the killer himself. 

I would love to say I hope the prosecutor is better at his job, but A. it's Georgia, so........ and B. history does not support actual (let alone, equal) justice for white males. 

Perhaps this the case that will turn the tide, but I don't see that happening - see A and B above. 

Song by: Taj Mahal

Death at One's Elbow

I won't lie. I was a little miffed at the lack of response my last Facebook post received. One like.  ONE!  Not even a 'love. I post so little - compared to most - that when I do, and I think it's funny, I like to semi-resonate. Bother. 

While some people use the platform as VagueBook, I try not. I post funnies mostly - or at least things I THINK are funny, but I try not give the folks lobs I do want them to think about it, even for a nanosecond. 

Two days ago was the one-year anniversary of our shelter-in-place order, and nothing was the same again. One thing being: no more handshakes (which I do NOT miss). But I thought of our now 'elbow greetings' - or my faux elbow greeting (show my elbow from six feet away, but still no need to touch me!)

But I thought of Young Frankenstein and posted the above .gif with:  I cannot believe that for an entire year we all haven't been saying: "Taffeta, Darling"........."Taffeta, Sweetheart".

I know my demographic. These people wouldn't (or shouldn't) be associated with me if they didn't get the association.  

Oh wait - I just got a laughing thingy. Yay me!

Well, in the meantime, enjoy Madeline Kahn. 

Song by: the Smiths

Cooking with Blobby

I haven't really done one for a while. Lately, we've been sticking to our tried and trues with a little change up here and there. I will be happy when it's a little warmer to do more grilling. 

You know, I rarely use my slow cooker. But when at the grocery, I picked up a pork loin, whereas we might usually just do chops. I figgered the loin was less pricey in certain ways (i.e. leftovers). Now, I just needed an inventive way to cook it. 

Slow cooking seemed to be the most practical answer - just not during the week, as it would take hours, but inconvenient hours at that. So it was a weekend meal. 

Here we go...........

SPICE RUB

• 2 tsp EACH paprika, thyme 
• 1 tsp EACH garlic powder, onion powder
• 1/2 tsp cayenne pepper , optional
• 1/2 tsp pepper 
• 2 tsp salt

HONEY BUTTER SAUCE

• 3/4 cup honey
• 1/2 cup butter , unsalted
• 5 cloves garlic , minced 
• 1/4 cup cider vinegar
• 1/2 tsp salt and pepper , each

THICKENER

• 3 tsp cornflour/cornstarch mixed with splash of water

Combine all ingredients for the spice rub.

With a teaspoon of oil coating the loin, then put the rub on all sides of the meat. 

With a teaspoon of oil for the pan, sear all sides the meat, but not long enough where the spices burn. 

Concurrently, make the honey butter sauce. 

Melt the butter. Add the garlic, letting it cook for 30 seconds, then add the honey, vinegar, salt and pepper. 

Pour the sauce over the meat.  Cook on low for 3.5 hours, or until the meat is 145F.  

I should have checked earlier but didn't. at 3.5 hours, ours was at 180!

Put loin on platter, cover with foil and let rest 15-20 minutes. 

...but in the meantime...........

Put the sauce from the slow cooker into a large sauce pan. Add the cornstarch slurry. 

Bring to a simmer and whisk for six minutes. The sauce will get silky, but looks very fatty. The recipe does not say to skim the fat off the sauce, but we did. Since it is SO much butter, we thought, after the fact, that maybe it was not supposed to be skimmed. 

Even with overcooking, the pork came out great. Sliced up nicely. 

We made rice and put the sauce on the pork, which paired nicely with the rice too. 

The flavour of the sauce was reminiscent of something you'd get at an asian restaurant, but I think that was the honey - like honey sesame chicken.  The pork, wasn't overcooked at all and very tender, though I can't say the rub was prominent, but everything tasted great. 

I can totally see doing this, or something like it, again. 

My Music Monday

No theme. Just random, new-ish music. 

I do know from the group the War on Drugs, but not their 2017 song, "Pain". 

Maybe it's the lyrics, or the music - or both, but I am loving the song. It flows, it moves and it just there without overstating anything or overstaying its welcome. 

PMS

Last night, on our weekly Zoom / Happy Hour call we went over our hour time limit.  I think no one but Morty went over the two drink number, but hard to say. Had I not had to walk down two flights have stairs, I might have had another. 

BTW, we switched to Saturday nights, because Sunday nights backed us up to a school day. 

During these calls we discuss many things - and we've known each other so long, no topic is off limits. I mean, yesterday some of it was about vaccines, fashion schools, our mutual dislike for Billy Joel and power bottoms. Not necessarily in that order. 

I was going to tell you how the topic of the video below came up, but you know, I'll forgo that. 

The video is from David Letterman's first David Letterman's Film Festival (I think he only ended up having two). A series of artists made a 5-10 minute 'film' - one being Bette Milder, one Diane Sawyer and the one below by Catherine O'Hara and Andrea Martin.  

The film's title?  PMS. 

I have a feeling I featured it in the blog before, but I'm honestly that lazy to not go check. And if it turns I did, then I got nothing for today. And in reality, none of you remember in the first place, and in second, I'm pretty sure I have a few new readers who haven't read 5,922 posts. 

Enjoy the film. 

btw.........the guy playing Andrea Martin's husband is actually Catherine O'Hara's brother.  Fun fact. 

 

Song by: Mary J. Blige

12 of 12

So I'm doing my 131st 12 of 12.

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

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

05:10.  Sophie needs fed. It's not ALL about Shep. 

05:20.  Doing dishes. 

Had to do them before the cleaning lady came. Yes, we're THOSE guys. 

06:02. Morning brushing. 

06:28.  Self-Screening. 

Every morning, I have to re-enter data about my general health related to Covid. The e-pass expires every 18 hours or so. I have to show the 'CLEARED" version when I walk through the doors. 

09:01.  First Zoom call of the day. I opted to not turn on my camera. 

13:08. Lunchtime graveyard walk. 

Pretty out - but it was a chilly 50. 

13:21. Back at the office. 

I'm official enough to proceed beyond that point. 

15:33. Last Zoom of the day. 

The camera doesn't hide the eye rolls of some people. 

17:32.  One last stop before leaving the office. 

17:48. Doggie Daycare Pick Up. 

Loving on this little pooch - whomever she / he was. 

18:26.  Dog Walk. 

Honestly, what dog gets an after daycare dog walk? 

21:10. the Princess lounges at my feet. 

That is all until next month. 

Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad

I don't know from elsewhere in the States or the world, but here in Ohio, things are finally kind of moving in terms of getting Covid vaccinated.  

We seemed forever stuck on vaccinating 70 and up. That was mostly due to lack of vaccine - not an inordinate number of senior citizens.......though to be honest, I haven't done the research on that. 

Just 10 days ago they opened it to those 60 and up and a week later to 50 and up. 

710, my sister and brother-in-law got their first shot a week ago.  "My" posse are starting to get them this week. 

One Cleveburgh mega station is prepared to do 8,000 shots per day. And thankfully, they are doing it in a part of town that is underserved for minorities and people of colour. It's right at a major bus changing station and the city will also provide ride vouchers for people to get there. We are finally doing something right. 

My place of work has given out close to 50,000 vaccines.  50,000 patients. More vaccines.......because most of them have been two shots. We finally got the J&J (one shot) in the last week, but the majority are still Pfizer. 

But I'm realizing the new intro line to people isn't "hey baby, what's your sign", it's "hey baby, which vaccine did you get?".

Discussion now centers on one or two shots?  If two shots (and one, I suppose - though know one I know has gotten the J&J one), what was the side effects for each dose and the severity of each.  The humble brag that comes with the "I had no issues at all" - the people who hate them behind their back.  I kid. 

I'm amused at the vaccine shopping. I never ask for which brand are they hoping. Is it so they only take one shot that is 73% effective, or do they want the 94% one - which requires two? Without knowing - or asking - I remind them that flu shots are about 35% effective, so take what you are offered. 

710 and I are a little excited. At some point in a little over a month we can see my sister and her family. And hopefully we can get together with our Columbus friends.   .....and some Cleveland ones. 

I still foresee being safe, but with a little bit of comfort knowing we've all been vaccinated. 

Song by: U2

Tape Deck

The inventor of the cassette tape, Lou Ottens, has died at the age of 94. 

In the '70s, we were a cassette family. I suppose it could have gone south if my father had found 8-track first. 

As it was, he was a Betamax instead of VHS guy, so......50 / 50 on his decision making skills?

My memory of his first cassette deck is vivid. 

I wish I remembered the year, but I'm guessing 1973-ish? I went with him to pick it up. True to my father's frugalness, he actually found a way to buy new technology that was already used.

The place was a seemingly rented room in a house in our bucolic town, which was right next to the "insane asylum". 

Of course, Windsor, wasn't really for the insane.........I don't think. It was a mental hospital, for sure. It was also the burn you'd get when someone would try to insult you that "your mom goes to Windsor".  Hilarious!!  Years later, 710 would have that hospital as a client - and I got a sweatshirt with their name on it out of the deal. 

Still, we get the device home and it already has a pre-recorded cassette in there.  Uriah Heep. The progressive rock band, not the character from Dickens' David Copperfield.  I'm sure we listened to it, as we had music there in the tape deck, but I cannot imagine my dad actually listening to it. 

My parents rarely bought any music since after Glenn Miller disappeared. I was raised on big band music and Broadway and Hollywood musicals. You probably don't want to get into a nature vs nurture discussion with me. 

And at this point - most of my father's music was on reel-to-reel. Yes. You read that correctly. 

But he has some albums and some blank cassettes, which he purchased before actually getting the deck. Knowing nothing about it all - as he is recording one of his records on tape, one of my sisters started talking.  I told her to "ssshhhhhhh....", as I assumed when you recorded something, it picked up the other audible somethings in the room. 

I was wrong. 

I'd end up having cassette decks in my house, and every car up until 2001. Hell, I had a DUAL cassette deck, so you could record tape to tape.   Smell me!

Like vinyl, the hipster crowd would try to revive that medium. THANKS Arcade Fire.  They would not be successful. It served me well, but its time - and the hiss and unspooling and caught tape - has passed. 

Not unlike Lou Ottens. 

Song by: Jack Johnson

Site of the Month

I suppose it's no secret that there is a music theme that runs through my blog. 

Back in 2011, when having inaugural drinks with Spo and Someone when I was in Phoenix, the latter asked if it was a music blog. 

It isn't, it wasn't. While most posts have a song title and an associate artist, it is schtick. Blogs have to have their own identity, so to speak - I opted for a common thread, and with my love of music, it seemed natural. 

Honestly, I co-opted the idea from a now defunct blog (whose name escapes me). The post titles were a brief lyrical phrase, which the noted the song at the end of each entry. I just gave it a twist. 

Hey! I never said I was original!

So, there is a website, a podcast and a Netflix show called Sound Exploder. All, in part, are similar, but not quite the same - though the topic is / are.

"They" break down songs.  

Kind of. 

Say, in the Killers' "When You Were Young", the show truly take it down to the instruments, the style, the experimentation. This was on Netflix. And while the Killers are represented on the site here, it's a different song. So, even through Song Exploders various medium - they don't always cover each avenue. 

With this site, the artists might not be as familiar to you. And the ones that are, they aren't necessarily the songs you'd think would be chosen or the most popular. To me, this is not a bad thing. 

On the tv version, they're picking the popular acts and popular songs (i.e.  R.E.M. has "Losing my Religion" on tv, but "Try Not to Breathe" on the site.). 

Now some episodes don't quite take the Killers / R.E.M. approach, but talk more about the impact of the song. That's well and good, but I do love the creation and production aspects of these things, so those are the ones that get my attention. 

I find it a good way to experience new music, appreciate older stuff that one might have taken for granted, or appreciate the thought and artistry of how things came to be. 

Royals

I'm not a royal watcher - or carer  abouter (though for full disclosure, I did see the Queen and the Crown and a Lion in Winter) - but I got nothing else to write about (thanks BLOTUS!) and doubtful I could be worse at critiquing Harry & Megan's interview with OP-RAHHHH!!!!!!!!!  (you have to say it like any half-assed amateur Oprah impersonator would do......I'm looking at you Maya Rudolph).

For the record, we did not go out of our way to watch this. We knew about it, but not when, where or how. We stumbled upon it - and it turns out there wasn't much readily available to watch that didn't mean starting a new series or something. We never planned to watch the entire two hours.  

Plans change. 

I'll start with this:  Megan is well spoken. And while you can say "welllllll......she's an actress", I've seen Suits. No one on that show is that good of an actor. Mind you, I've only seen it was one episode and it was on a plane, but I stand by my answer. 

While the entire things does come off a little as "tattling on the royals", I think the bigger takeaway was: if half of what her perception is, is true, then the Firm is more fucked up than the Queen, the Crown and the Lion in Winter infers. 

I see little to gain in either Megan or Harry speaking. I guess it gives attention to their podcast (yes, it's official - everyone has one, but I) and whatever they're going to be doing on Netflix (again, who doesn't have a streaming show........but I?). 

I mean, Megan has the least to gain, except sympathy. Harry might get his family back - to a degree, but I think it's a write-off. 

The racism, if true, they are both best away from that clan. And while they were nice enough not to ruin someone's life by saying who was THE biggest racist, you just know it was Camilla.  Or Andrew. Anything to change the narrative of his raping young girls with Jeffrey Epestein. 

I will say, the suicidal thoughts was unexpected. I get the depression and the weirdness her life took. That there was no protocol (allegedly) for coming into the Firm. How could one ever adjust to that life? 

Now, I will say there was a huge missed opportunity here with Megan. Yes, depression set in after marrying, but the suicidal thoughts were after her baby was born.  And yet not one question on post partum depression.  

That could have been in conjunction with her existing depression, or it could have morphed it to something else. But Oprah being a barren 103 year old, she wouldn't know about such things. Still, if she was unallowed to seek any mental health treatment, that just adds insult to injury. Fleeing would have been the best case. 

I was much less impressed by Harry. Not just his style, but coming across as anything but sympathetic. Not that he should be. I say, if your father stops taking your calls  - good riddance. I have a harder time about you being cut off financially. 

It is a fucked up life anyway you look at it. It's probably not bad they got out - but unless you're looking to change the monarchy - as if - why waste the energy? 

Song by: Lorde

My Music Monday

I had another post / song ready to go for today, but the fates changed that. 

It will mean nothing except to a very small handful of you, but Michael Stanley, who headed his named band (yes, the Michael Stanley Band, or MSB) died this last weekend. 

Stanley was a Northeast Ohio legend. Really. 

Still the only band to sell out four nights in one week at Blossom Music Center - which is NE Ohio's outdoor premiere venue. I got to be at two of those shows.  I also saw him at a New Year's Eve gig at the Richfield Coliseum (which is now gone and the land turned into a bird sanctuary) during a two sold out gig, and I'm not embarrassed to say I traveled a little to see them - Toledo, Bowling Green, etc. 

I said it in a 2014 post here, their Stage-Pass is a seminal album here in Cleveburgh. And it still confounds me that a record company would allow a double live disk from an almost unknown band to be green-lit when it is only the band's third record.  But we - and yes, I'm speaking for the city - are glad they did. 

While that disk was a send off of the band for the label, it launched a greater exposure for the band semi-locally (Detroit - Toledo - Pittsburgh), but they could never go national - though I remember a Merv Griffin appearance and maybe one for American Bandstand. Neither being their target demographic. 

That band just couldn't break through even with the assistance of Mutt Lange (who'd make just about anyone he'd touch famous), the producer for the Eagles, Steely Dan or even opening for Heart on their Dog & Butterfly tour. 

Still, the man was an institution here. And he stayed here - while still putting out records (and one still to come). And while he survived prostate cancer, two heart attacks and a quadruple by-pass, lung cancer did him in.  

A few years back I was crossing the street in downtown and passed him. I made not a big deal of it and we both exchanged "hey"s.  Of course, like 100 ft later I was like, "THAT was MICHAEL STANLEY!".  My then flip phone didn't have a cam-a-rah (say like Jenna Maroney) or I might have asked for a pic. 

I'm pulling one from Stage-Pass.  "Midwest Midnight".  It's got it all:  the climb, the rise and fall of rock and roll aspirations. masturbation.  what more could you need? 

Now and then it has some Kansas notes (the band, not the state), but keep in mind, back in 1976-77, they were contemporaries - and that band didn't even have their big hit until a year later. 

R.I.P. Mr. Stanley. 

Shopping with Blobby

Yet another installment in the drudgery that is everyday shopping. The camera-phone makes it a bit more fun - though I get looks whenever I take pics of products. Like I care what people think!

I was looking at amazon for other things, when this was a suggestion in the mix. 

I was all like, "whaaaaaat?". 

Clearly, I don't know all of what amazon sells. But clearly, there is nothing they won't make coin on. So to speak. 

It billed as a 'funny gift', but it's really not HI-larious. Or is that just me? Thought it does come with a velveteen coin purse. 

It still hardly warrants at $19.99 price tag.  

And IF you're putting a price on it - are you prostituting yourself to the person you might give this I.O.U.? 

BTW - all the reviews were from women.  They LOVED it.  Do you think the same will be said of them when whomever the recipients were cash in that gift? 

Bethca not.

Bright Eyes

Best post day of the week? 

I don't think that is up for debate. 

Even an almost 15 yo cat needs a rest period from playing. 

Lake walks on a cold but partly sunny day. 

Bright Eyes. 

He still doesn't sleep with us anymore - his choice - but he usually starts the night out in our bed. 

Paws of love. 

Everyone loves Dad #2's side of the bed. 

I don't know this doggie, but (s)he was adorable and intense. 

Song by: Art Garfunkel 

Do the Hustle

I suppose (?) it should be noted that Larry Flynt died a few weeks back. 

Regardless that he brought Woody Harrelson and Courtney Love notoriety for the movie the People vs Larry Flynt, the events that made the movie are still important. 

I still believe in the first amendment - regardless of how the last half decade has twisted that term into knots upon knots in my stomach. 

But that is not what today is about. 

After Flynt died, I vividly remembered the one and only issue of Hustler I ever saw - and I was all of 15. 

Now 15 back then is nothing to 15 now, where this stuff is currently available much easier. I wasn't a naive 15 year old, just not a worldly one either. 

So much so that my friends and I called another adult magazine, O.U.I., as we didn't know the word Oui. 

Before you figure into that, I had taken French before I was 15. I saw Hustler at 15, I had seen other friend's father's magazine collections for years before. But those were girls who liked hayrides walks in the park, a gentle rain, and the likes.  Gauzed and airbrushed women even back then. 

Hustler wasn't that. 

But what it did offer, the others didn't - as you can see there is man on this cover. The first nekkid man Blobby would see in print.  It would not be my last. So that I  might see more, I stole this from the father of one of my friends. 

Now, this pictorial with the man in the cowboy hat is now equivalent to the Cinemax adult movies that came on after 12 midnight and the poor dudes can never be shown erect.  Now that is porn "acting". 

I'd say he presented as 'full', but hardly hard. 

Still my 15 year old brain didn't care. 

Now that I think back on it, I'm about 89.4% sure he / they never showed it face, which may have made it more intriguing. It's Hustler. It wasn't supposed to be about the dudes. 

Looking back on this - the now old Blobby isn't really turned on by the guy on the cover (and the spread on which he's second banana) the way 15 yo Blobby was. But again.......he was the first.  And not the last - though the last for Hustler. 

After that, I was just ripping off male porn from magazine / book stores. 

Thanks dead Larry. 

Oh - and if you ever wondered why dads kept stashes of their porn - other than to whack to, that is - is that it is lucrative. Just a quick search for this cover 'art', shows me that the cheapest version of resale of this magazine is $54.  .......though I did see one copy on sale for........and you guessed it.........$69. 

Song by: Van McCoy

Floods

I have been temporarily been semi-displaced at work. 

The floor on which my main campus office sits somehow got flooded over the weekend. 

Oddly, an education coordinator went in to the office on Sunday and found it this way (to your right).  I think I was the last one to leave on Friday, and I'm 99.99% sure it wasn't anything I did, but there is no real way of knowing when the rain to terror (see what I did there?)  started. 

In theory, security is supposed to be making rounds, but we're a little off the beaten path in terms of the patient care areas, so I don't think it happens as often as they say it does. 

It seems something on the roof leaked, yet the floor between us and the roof didn't really get touched and the floor below is worse off than the hit we took. 

As it is, my office was mostly spared. Water got under the door and ruined a box of basically nothing. Possible water damage on the legs of two of my chairs, but it never quite made it to, or beyond, my desk. 

Still, my wing of the floor is deemed 'uninhabitable'. 

Potential mold and mold spores are the rationale. So, us folk had to find other places from which to work, be it home or wherever. 

As it happens, I have a second office in another location - which is still pretty empty. Maybe 10% full. Even then, it's a private office avec door, but no one is ever around.  Honestly in my 'section' which might have 200 cubes, I can count on one hand how many people are there. 

So for the next 2-3 weeks (or in construction terms 4-5), I will be working there or from home. 

It's the constant noise of the always running dehumidifiers that would drive me nuts. As it is, I won't have to hear them from 10 miles away. 

Song by: Sir Sly

Golden Idol

While I am not a biblical scholar (I know, right???) I learned a few things whilst growing up that are religious themed. 

I'm 99.1% sure that Exodus is pretty clear on false idols and false gods:  they're bad!

Honestly, it's like Bible 101. Maybe even remedial 050. 

For fuck sake, the need to banish false idols pretty much IS the reason for the Ten Commandments. 

So, I don't even see it as irony that a conservative / religious political convention rolls a larger than life sized golden "idol" of BLOTUS into its annual get-together. 

They are so far beyond irony, and into depravity, and so deep into their QAnon wooded area, that there is no forest for the trees. To point any of this out is, ironically enough, the sacrilege. 

And that whole, "don't desecrate the flag" thingy?  Don't take a knee in front of it, but by all fucking means, make them into shorts for a morbidly obese EX , twice impeached, "president" statue. 

Of course, this group was well fucked up before BLOTUS ever opted to run for the office. This place is like ComicCon (well, I'm guessing) where just about anyone can have a "panel".  It's the veritable throw it all against the wall and see what sticks - just as long as no homos, blacks and only women named "Karen" are allowed in. 

Honestly, if there were one place to firebomb - not that I'm advocating it - that would be THE place. Because, seriously, I can't keep waiting for the locust, bloody rivers, frogs and the angel of death. I just need someone with a good old fashioned accelerant and match. 

I suppose it would do no good - as you know, the Devil / fire thing. 

I do love that someone went around posting these all weekend long though. 

It was probably BLOTUS Jr. 

Song by: Kris Kristofferson

I Spy

So, with the "new" house there has been very need for anything to do to said domicile. This was one of the reasons for the move. Sure, we painted one bedroom wall that was Pepto Pink, but that's about it so far. 

Unlike the other house, where we were fairly far off the road - which was a plus and minus - no one could see any package when it was delivered. 

This, you can see from the street if a package is on the front porch. And while our delivery requests all say 'please deliver to the back of the house' it's only about a 50 / 50 chance that actually happens. 

We have had no issues with any packages missing, or.people being on-site when they shouldn't be. 

710 felt better if we had one them doorbell cams. 

At best, I was on the fence about the entire thing.  

I think it's a little invasive. While delivery and mail folks might be used to so many people having these things, it just weirds me out a bit. I'm not sure I want people knowing I drove past their house at 17:13 on a Monday, And while I always pick up dog poop, do I want them knowing Shep went on their lawn in the first place? 

Let's not forget - what if my outfit wasn't coordinated and I had on a black belt and brown shoes. Oh the horror!!!  The humiliation. 

Never mind that on a Saturday or Sunday morning walk, chances of me being in grey sweat pants is high. Like, off the charts high. 

Allegedly, you can change the settings so you don't get alerts from the cars driving by, or the animal highway that seemingly happens all hours of the night. 

We have a possum (see above), a skunk, Walter the cat, who just criss cross our front yard all night long. 710 woke up to like seven alerts the next morning of 'activity'.  All critters of some kind. Not a robber to be had. 

I exit and enter through the backdoor (jokes not needed here) so, when 710 starts to think we need another at that point of egress, I might balk. 

Song by: Guster

My Music Monday

It's not new music, but it is to me - so it's then, kind of new, right? 

710 was sampling some Americana station on one of the streaming services and we came across Elsie David (no, I never heard of her either), but both of us were taken by her song, "Hold Me Like a Gun". 

It's got a good chorus - at least I think. It's slightly more country and Americana, but it works either way.