Pixilated to Hell

Part of the re-do for the living, besides the paint job and the chandelier, was a new, ultra high definition, really big TV.  I went with Samsung.  I have a Samsung smart TV up in the bedroom and it works quite well.  The new TV was delivered by FedEx on 9/27, while I was painting.  Even though there were two men in the truck, only one got out, opened the rear doors, and pulled out my new TV.  Evidently they didn't know that because of the size 2 people were required to move the thing.  He lifted it up, kind of spun it around and brought the end down on the curb all the while saying, "I don't know why they only put handles at the ends."  So, I went out and helped him carry the new TV up to the house.
I finished painting and went to the movies with a friend.
On 9/28 I got up and opened the box.  Everything looked fine.  I attached the wall mount to the wall and the brackets to the back of the TV.  It took about 30 seconds to hang it and another minute and a half to plug it in and connect the Xbox one.  I turned on my new, very expensive, curved screen, UHD television and watched as something white blossomed up and down the right hand side.  I stared at it for about... oh, say a minute or two, hoping the damn thing would go away.  It didn't.
This brand new, very expensive TV has some serious pixel damage.

That thing that looks like a tie, on the right hand side

So, I called Samsung.  The agent wanted to try and fix the problem using my remote, except, well, this is a brand new TV - meaning a new model.  It took him 20 minutes to get the right remote info, and then another 40 minutes while he had me press this button, and then the same button again - the new remote only has 5 buttons.  Finally, he checked to make sure it was still in warranty and then said, "I will set you up to have a repairman come out, he will call within 24 - 48 hours."

I'm thinking maybe when the sole delivery man brought it down on the curb he did the damage.  I've also checked on line and pixel damage can be repaired as long as the glass isn't broken, but it can be very, very expensive.  I've also notified Amazon just in case the damage is severe enough to warrant a replacement television.

Anyway, I'm using my old 46" Sony Bravia until this dust settles.

Cranky as hell

Yepper, I'm cranky as hell and not because of the debate tonight.
Last week the massive home improvement retailer I work for launched a new scheduling system - it's called Consistent Scheduling.  Full Time associates will now work a fixed shift; they will either be an opener, have a mid-shift, or be a closer.  From now on they will always have at least 15 hours between their shifts.  This change, however, does not effect people like me - low level management.  We have become the coverage for when ever our openers, mids, or closers are scheduled off.  And what do we get to offset this benefit that they get?  Nothing.
When they go on vacation?  We are the coverage.
If the opener is scheduled off, I'm going to open.
People are not happy.
Does corporate know people are not happy?  You bet your ass.  Two weeks ago the CEO stated publicly that "we are working diligently to get Consistent Scheduling for Supervisors, too." Which sounds great, but they've already given the opener, the mid-shift, and the closing positions to other full time associates.  So are they suddenly going to tell these people "oops, we made a mistake, we're going to take your fixed schedule away and give it to your supervisor."  What would that do to morale?
Will Consistent Scheduling effect the people in my position deal with those special, full time associates who have fixed shifts?  You bet.

We will be reminded every time we have to be back at work 10 hours after we clock out in order to cover their shift, and every time they take vacation.  So, I'm cranky.  Whether they understand it or not, corporate has just looked me in the eye and said "bend over buddy."

Elton, post concert

So, I wen to see Elton John last night at the Giant Center.

This is the 5th time I've seen him in concert, the last time was some 30 odd years ago.  The only issue I had, and it was minor, was with the start time.  When I bought the tickets from TicketMaster the start time was 7:30 so that's what I put in my calendar.  Three days ago I received an email from TicketMaster reminding me of the show and listing the start time as 7:30, the start time on the ticket itself, however, was 8:00.  We got their early, and waited.  The show actually started around 10 minutes of 8.

His first song is probably my all time favorite - Funeral for a Friend / Love Lies Bleeding.  I'm proud to say that way back when I pledged Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, I played that for my audition piece.  I can probably still play it, if I want... with mistakes most likely. 

 Seeing him perform it live was great!

He played 2 songs from Madman Across the Water, Levon and Tiny Dancer.  The audience reaction to Tiny Dancer was,,, amazing, high pitched squeals of delight, what you might expect if it had been 16,000 gay men in attendance and Ryan Gosling had suddenly stepped on stage and started to strip.

There were lots of songs from Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, including the title track.  

And he was very loud, in fact louder than I was expecting.  You could feel the floor vibrating, and when he played his way through that lovely lesbian love song All the Girls Love Alice my Aqua Fresh water danced around in the bottle as though a T-Rex was approaching, which was very, very great!  From Tumbleweed Connection he played another of my favorites Burn Down the Mission, and from Don't Shoot Me (I'm only the piano player) Have Mercy on the Criminal and Crocodile Rock (his encore).

A fun time was had by all!  Even the balding, middle-aged guy in front of me who was definitive proof that some white guys just can't dance.

Paint, politics, and Elton John

I'm on the 2nd day of a 4 day vacation, well, make that 2 vacation days and 2 days I requested off.  I'm painting the living room.  The chandelier arrived yesterday, chrome and crystal (real crystal) and really, really shiny.  I like it.
Monday I get to go back to work and deal with our new scheduling system.  It's shit.  Full-Time hourly associates not have a fixed schedule, being either opener, mid, or closer, and while I'm not supposed to be used a filler... you guessed it, I'm the filler.  This means my schedule is... shit.  When the opener has days off, I open, same thing with the mid and the closer.  According to SOP this is not supposed to happen.
On the political side, the debates are Monday night.  I'm not watching them.  I never watch debates.  They're expecting the largest audience of all time, mostly because a lot of people will be tuning in to watch some sort of political blood sport.  Trumplodites are praying for Don to figuratively slap the shit out of Hillary, and they will be upset if that doesn't happen.  The same thing goes for the Hillary supporters, they want her to smack him down over and over again.  People want to see a grudge match where punches are thrown and blood splatters way outside the ring.  The only thing missing is the bell... wait, they may actually have a bell to announce the end of the round.
On a lighter note, I'm going to see Elton John this evening.

We're sitting in Section E, Row 19, seats 1 and 2, which should be pretty good seats.  I checked the pricing out on Ticketmaster Wednesday and, should I want to sell the tickets, I could get about $400 a piece.  Not selling them.  I've seen Elton John 4 other times, including the Philadelphia show in 1976 where he came on stage dressed like the Statue of Liberty.  Those were the good old days, weren't they?

Gone home to Jesus

Yesterday was one of the ho-hum days at work.  I had to open the store, which I hate.  We are starting a new scheduling system and hopefully that will happen only on very rare occasions.
I did see that one of Trump's brats is getting a lot of crap because of his plagiarizing and photo from Twitter, one that was taken by a refugee and posted some years back.  One of the many problems with the Trumps is that they are used to doing what ever they want with absolutely no accountability.  They do what they want, they say what they want, and no one has ever said "hey, stop being an asshole."  They don't realize they're assholes, they just think they're special.
And from what I've been gleaning from the Internet, Hillary seems to have turned the corner and is once again slowly moving a head of Trump.  I suspect his putting a stake in the heart of his Birther lies has something to do with that.  He pushed that for years because he wanted to, I mean, why would he, Donald Trump be concerned that it was a lie.  He says what he wants because he thinks he's special.
And finally, yesterday morning I got called back to one of the pre-fabricated shower stalls.  Something had  been found.  Crap.  Anyway, when I got there found several people gathered, staring downward.  This is what they were looking at.

That's right, we had a squirrel in the building.  He had, unfortunately, already gone home to Jesus, so all we could do was pop him into a box and put him in the dumpster.  Someone suggested that might be a hazmat issue, but when you stop and think about all the garbage coming out of our lunchroom I somehow doubt that.  We think he tried to jump to one of the steel girders making up our roof and couldn't grab hold and... well, fell to his death.  Sometimes this is how life ends, dramatically, with a fall.

Hang This

Since the new color of my living room is going to be a dark chili pepper red I've decided I need to refresh the lighting.  What I have now is an old world frosted dome light which is not very bright and something like that would keep the room too dark  and shadowy so I decided to go with a chandelier.  I looked as some that were very fluted and very Rococo with dazzling crystals and realized right off the bat they were too overwhelming for my feminine side.  Then I looked at some made of antlers, very stylish, very butch, pumping up the testosterone factor to such a degree that a simple reaching for the remote would cause my muscles to shred the shirts right off my back.  So I opted for something of crystal and chrome and square and modern:

Thank God I have high ceilings!

On the political front, I see that many of Trump's trumplodite supporters don't really care that he admitted Obama was born in the USA.  They looooove him.  They will follow him to the ends of the earth.  But then they don't really want a president, they want a dictator, some strong arm guy who's going to rule with an iron fist, like Putin.  I don't know if you saw, but they had elections in Russia this past weekend and the Pro-Putin party won big, but then they usually win big.  In about 18 months Putin will be up for re-election, which he will win big even if the Russian people are growing tired of him, since all opposition is pretty much wiped off of the ballot.  This is exactly what trumplodites wan.  No opposition.  If Trump wins only white lives will matter, no one else.  That's what they want.  That's why they hang on him like flies on shit.

South of the Border

Well, the boarder is down, and what a challenge it was.  My house was built in 1905 and back then ceilings were high.  That's right, I have 10' ceilings on the first floor (ground floor for some of you) and the only way to strip off the border was to straddle a 4' ladder, steamer plate in one hand, plastic scrapper in the other.  And that was after I moved all of the furniture to the center of the room.  Once I got the rhythm going it was like peeling a banana, except for the south wall.  The west, north, and east walls were easy, but that south wall was a bitch.  Way back when, that was the first wall to be bordered, enthusiasm was high and the pre-pasted paper was allowed to soak longer in the water before being applied.  This meant a longer drying time, thus giving the paste a longer period to soak into the plaster wall.  Where the rest came off in strips, on the south wall it was steam, scrap, and then steam, scrap.

In the picture above you can see the pastel peach color the walls were originally, and what 17 years of time did to that color.  You can also see a bit of the border which I really, really did like at the time.  You can also see a bit of the rag-rolled ceiling which a friend and I put up while working out way through a case of beer, pausing occasionally to watch "Titanic" which I had playing on the TV.  The whole room is changing.  It's about time.

Stripping to the sound of laughter

Well, today is my Sunday, for you it's Saturday, but it's the last day of my weekend and boy do I have a lot of things planned... well, that's not right, just one thing, actually, strip the boarder from my living room ceiling, however, since there is a total of about 70 linear square feet, I think the plural 'things' is appropriate.

And, while I'm stripping,  here are a couple of jollies to keep you laughing, I know they made me laugh.  First up, a video of that crazy cultist Steve Anderson getting very angry that the world is shutting him down.

Holy Crap, how much worse can this guy's whines get.  I laughed at the bit about scores of emails.  According to Webster a 'score is equal to 20', so basically he got about 40 emails, which is disappointing as hell.

And then Trump admitted Obama is a US citizen in like 4 sentences... and then blamed Clinton, and then he quickly built a wall around himself and refused to take any questions.  If you look at his eyes in the video you'll see he is just as pissed off as Steve Anderson.  I think he'd like to feed his ego by winning the election, but but doesn't really want to be president for 4 years because his businesses would suffer; he'd have to put everything into a blind trust.  You can't run your mega-corporations and be president.  Sure, he'll get a lot of votes, but he's giving the centrists and the leftists enough ammunition to keep him in check.

Finally, I went to see "Sully" last night.  I liked it... a lot... it's a really good feel good movie, I mean everybody knows how it ends.  I did wonder, however, if his wife is as totally self-centered as Laura Linney played her.  Tom Hanks was very, very good playing Sully.  I was glad to see that Eastwood focused most of the drama on the landing in the East River and not the behind the scenes issues with the NTSB.  And I was really glad to see Aaron Eckhart had a decent part for a change.  My only wish is that it would have started with him wearing only a towel in a steamy bathroom rather than Hanks.  Now that would have made it really jolly.

Where's the fur?

Well, it's off to the living room where I plan to strip to my heart's content.

The art of being Pretentious

Back when I worked for Marriott, I got to know some of the local artists, in fact, one of my friends would model occasionally, not that he was ever recognizable.  I remember being at a show where two women were considering whether to buy a large painting and he was all excited.  "They're going to buy one of my nudes," he'd exclaimed.  Walking over I found myself looking at a lot of brown swirls, and ochre lines shooting off in different directions.  If you stared at it long enough you might be able to pick a nipple here and a nipple there.  I managed to count at least 4 different penises (at least that's what I thought they were) and I can tell you, my friend is not that blessed.  I did like the painting but would never have spent that much money for something that was way too big for my house.
I bring this up because I have friends on Facebook who like to think of themselves as artists - they take pictures - lots and lots and lots of pictures.  Some of their other friends fawn over these pictures.  I don't.  The truth is that most of them are just pictures.  These people post albums and nothing really stands out.  One of these friends is constantly trying to enhance her pictures with special effects so we'll get an album with 15 sepia toned pictures of her dogs.  She doesn't understand that the picture needs to be able to stand alone.  Once you start tinting it, and adding halos, while some may still may consider it art, it's no longer a photograph.  It's no longer a representation of the real world.
Then there is one who is just way, way too pretentious.  She will post pics she's taken from "her studio" window of the flowers her lawn, or of the "3rd step in a long climb up the Stanford Lighthouse."  Every time she posts I just sadly shake my head.  This is an example.

In the comment section, she'd noted that she'd taken this while having lunch with a cousin she hadn't seen for quite some time.  This would have been okay if she hadn't added these 3 little words "I drank water."  Maybe she took this because the glass is off center, or because the 'Bonefish' is upside down, or perhaps because of the olives, I don't know, but the minute she added that last, little sentence she became pretentious since those words become the focal point, not the martini.  She drank water... who cares?

The Republican Jobs Dilemma

I always have to laugh when I hear Republicans, especially Trump, say they are going to bring jobs back to America.  I suspect, that those people they are talking to don't realize jobs go overseas not because foreign workers are better, but because they are cheaper.  Lower payroll, you know?  In fact Ford is going to start building their smaller cars in Mexico.  I'm sure that pisses off the Trumplodites since they believe the absolute worst when it comes to Mexicans.  These people don't seem to realize prices will have to go up, up, and up if jobs come back.  American's demand higher pay.  And it's even funnier when you understand how much the Republican Party hates Unions.  Trumplodites can't even begin to grasp the idea that Unions are responsible for the higher pay rates their members get.  That without Unions everybody would be getting paid the Minimum Wage.

So, how do the Republicans usually handle this dilemma?  They get themselves in office and then either totally ignore their promises, or they blame the Democrats.  You see, they're very good at blaming and ignoring.  

On a lighter note, Big Seig ate a bar of strawberry soap yesterday... now his breath is berry sweet.

The problem with pneumonia

Hillary Clinton has pneumonia.

Of course everybody already knows that.  I have had friends who've been diagnosed with pneumonia.  They take their medication and they're healed.  They do have to take it easy for a while.  The problem with Hillary's pneumonia is that she kept it secret.  With all of the shit being thrown at her concerning her health, she probably thought this was a good idea.  Wrong.  What she did do was pour a lot of gasoline onto that fire.  Of course Trump hasn't released his health info to the public.  He's 70.  I'll bet he has things he doesn't want the public to know.  However there is a difference.  Most people don't think he's sick, just nuts.  People think Hillary is sick.  She has a problem.  She created this problem by not being honest with the voters, and, unfortunately for her, a lot of voters view her as being very dishonest.  Someone really needs to sit her down and say "honey, you have a problem."  And it isn't going to go away.  Should she win the election, it's going to be hanging right on her ass.  Talk about a millstone round your neck.

I like Bill and Hillary, however, they need to take a step outside of Clintonland and take a good look at the real world.  The Republicans have been slinging shit their way for years and , whether they like it or not, that shit started sticking a while back.  Instead of dealing with a minor health crisis, they're dealing with videos of her stumbling and being helped into a van.  And all of those Trumplodites and Republican haters are out there pointing their fingers shrieking "see!  she's sick!  she's sicker than you think!"  And Trump doesn't have to do anything.

Wallpaper hell & pneumonia vs brain tumor

One of the things I learned while managing the paint department was that the vast majority of people out there believe wallpaper is crap.  Seriously.  Sure, you may like the way it hangs on your walls, but remember if you ever think of selling your home might be a game breaker.  Wallpaper sets decorating the room to a specific color palette.  A week didn't pass that we didn't have some new home owner coming in and complaining about needing to remove wallpaper, or some home owner wanting sell being told by their real estate agent that the wallpaper needs to go.  You see, wallpaper is a bitch to take down.  I know this for a fact.  Sixteen years ago I repainted my house and put up wallpaper boarders in 4 of the rooms.  I'm now in the process of repainting and those boarders need to come. Shit!  I'm up on a ladder, scoring the paper, and then up on a ladder with a steamer and plastic scrapper.  Once the boarder is gone I'll be up on the ladder with a sanding block smoothing out any rough spots, and then I'll be up again with an oil  based primer.  Oil based primer?  Yepper.  You see wallpaper paste soaks into the plaster or drywall and needs to be sealed with an oil or shellac based primer because latex paint can activate the glue and you end up with wrinkles, and rivels and rumples of what looks like orange peel.  Shit.

My hell is not this bad

And I saw that Hillary has been diagnosed with pneumonia, the walking kind.  We've all known someone with walking pneumonia.  Besides, it's much less serious than Donald Trump's brain tumor... wait, you mean he doesn't have a brain tumor?  Those are his normal behavior patterns? Well then maybe he's schizophrenic, one side saying "flip" and the other side saying "flop."  Anyway, I suspect the only voters who are going to let Hillary's walking pneumonia change their vote were most likely looking for an excuse all along.  They were never really going to vote for her. You know?  Like "holy crap, I was going to vote for her, but now she sick, like with walking pneumonia, and she might get sicker, and she didn't post a headline about being sick so what other health problems is she hiding?  Which means I'm going to have to vote Trump and his brain tumor."  Oh, wait, that's right, he doesn't have a brain tumor.

15 years ago

Today is the 15th anniversary of 9/11.  People ask each other "where were you on 9/11?"  I was working for International Paper.  We had a distribution center in Weehauken, New Jersey, right on the river.  After news of the first plane hitting the towers, I called them.  From their back loading dock, those associates watched the 2nd plane crash into the World Trade Center.  Shortly after that I was told they were only taking phone calls from drivers who were making deliveries in Lower Manhattan that morning.  Everything became so surreal.  And then a plane flew into the Pentagon.
Looking back 15 years later, I am amazed at how totally unprepared our government was, I mean let's talk about getting caught with your pants totally down.  That was our arrogance.  Recently released information shows just how incompetent our leaders were, I mean we went to DEFCON 3 and were ready to deploy bombers with nuclear warheads without actually knowing what was happening.  We were so close to World War III because those in power failed to follow the rules.  Communication lines fell apart.  They couldn't even talk to each other.  It was Condoleeza Rice, from a bunker in Washington, who finally got through to Moscow because they thought we were ready to launch.  We were really close to Armageddon.

9/11 needs to be remembered not only for its horror, and its tragedy, but also because hatred came close to changing the game, to dictating the rules, to initiating a reaction which would have altered the lives of billions of people.  Even though it happened here, we need to remember this was an attack on the world.  It was not the American Trade Center, or the United States Trade Center those planes flew into, it was the World Trade Center, and if anything like it ever happens again, we damn well need to be better prepared.

Blue is Gone, Russian for all

That's right, the skulking taker of clandestine photographs was let go on the day I had my eye surgery.  And, evidently, it wasn't only the pics that got her into trouble.  Apparently she would "reprimand" associates and if they didn't correct their behavior she would make an anonymous call to corporate and file a complaint.  She did this so frequently they could easily verify her as the caller.  Now she's out of a job.  My, what a sunny day!

And then there's Trump and his Russian connections.  His problem is that he doesn't see his buddy Vlad as a dictator.  Nope.  He sees him as a  savvy businessman who's make oodles of money off of the backs of the Russian people.  Let's be honest here, Putin has a lot more money in the bank than Trump, and you can bet he doesn't pay any Income Tax.  In fact, he, no doubt, is getting refunds even though he isn't paying in to the Russian equivalent of the IRS.  That's what Trump looooves.  In fact, in Trump's mind that is a huuuuuge perk president's get.

Of course, realizing that Vlad was going to be Don's BFF, I got to worrying about all of Don's trumplodite supporters.  Poor things, they're not going to understand a word Vlad says.  Wait!  There is a way!  I posted this link on Facebook.  It takes them to Amazon where they can purchase, from Rosetta Stone, a Russian language course.  For only $248 they, too, can speak Russian.  No more secrets!!!

I see how Lauer fails.

Well, they shot those fiery lasers into my right eye yesterday... ho... hum.  Not so bad.  The laser gun made noise, loud noise, bang, bang, bang.  All I could see was the aiming laser, which was red, I like red.  The entire procedure took about... a minute and a half.  There was some discomfort, but nothing excruciating, in fact the discomfort was rather mild.  The only problem I had was with the waiting... holy crap.  I got there early and learned they were running behind: a half hour before they took me back to check my eye pressure.  After that was done, they used several eye drops to numb my eye and shrink the size of my pupil.  And then I had another half an hour wait... until they moved me to a smaller waiting room closer to the laser, where I sat and waited.  When the doctor had finally holstered his laser, I was sent to wait again, for an hour.  I left home at 1010 and got home at 1400.  I hate waiting.  I'm one of those 'snap your fingers' and get it done it done people.

Supposedly there's a little hole in my iris... I can't see it.  I looked last night.  Had my magnifying glass, you know?  Nothing.  As long as it works, I don't care.

I did read that everybody is jumping all over Matt Lauer for being a candy ass in his Trump Q & A.  Lauer's okay as long as his questions are written down.  His mind is not 'quick like a bunny' when he needs to suddenly delve, or pry, or query.  He is a safe moderator.  His best tactical questions seem to happen when he's chatting up some celebrity, not trying to show that he's politically astute.  He was not there to challenge the veracity of either Trump or Clinton.  His sole purpose was to ask questions.  Of course, a four year old could have done the same thing.... except a four year could have used the 'age' excuse.

The eyes have it

So I had my appointment with my (notice I'm saying 'my') Ophthalmologist very early yesterday morning; they were going to dilate my eyes to see what was causing the severe blurriness and pain.  Dr. Kilmore is a man in his sixties who's desperately trying to look like his... oh... early thirty something and it isn't working.  Anyway, Kilmore Eye Associates has good reputation even if the good doctor feels he needs to look like a faux blonde.
Anyway, there was no dilation.  Two different associates looked at my eyes before I was ushered back to the good doctor's office where he, himself, examined me.  After a few minutes him using different instruments to look at, probe and prod he asked "does Glaucoma run in your family?"  My response was "nope."  Turns out I have what's called Closed-Angle Glaucoma."  Yippee.  The first thought that went through my head was "oh, shit, I'm going to have to start smoking pot... at my age."  Wrong.  Besides, I'm sure that would raise havoc with my game playing.  Simplified, the fluid in my iris is draining way too slow and pressure is building up which is causing my symptoms.  Hhmmm.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to return to the good doctor's office where he will perform a Laser Iridotomy.  Now, doesn't that sound simple?  It does.  The first person I told said "oh," sounding very nondescript, so I've added a little flash to the procedure.  Now I'm telling people they are going to fire lasers into my eye, burning away tissue, and punching a hole through the iris.  Doesn't that sound more exciting?  The entire searing process takes about... a minute and a half.  I can remember when being diagnosed with Glaucoma meant you were gong to go blind.  Now it's a quick fix.

Labor Day, Anonymity, and Adam Jensen

Well, today's Labor Day and, as I said yesterday, I'm going to be working.  Yepper, I'm going to be closing out the store meaning I should be home by 2230 - hopefully.  The only things that make working on a holiday half acceptable are the fact that we're going to be fed, and that I can use my DD214 to get a 10% discount on all of my purchases.  That's right, I'm a Veteran.  Yippee!  I'm going to be repainting my living room and will need to take down the wallpaper boarder along the ceiling so today I'm buying a steamer at... you guessed it, 10% off.
Recently John over at Going Gently has been dealing with someone commenting anonymously.  I have a very low opinion of people who do this believing they are spineless, gutless and haven't the balls to give their voice a name.  I can only presume this person to be a Republican since they only seem to speak out when they're huddled together like a mass of hyenas howling at some Trumped up moon of an asshole.
Deus Ex, Mankind Divided has just come out and, of  course, I'm playing it.  The main character is an augmented man named Adam Jensen, augmented meaning he's pretty much a cyborg, sort of like the $6 Million Dollar Man.

In the shower

This is a stealth game rather than a shooter.  You get more points by sneaking up on the villains and knocking them unconscious then you do by just shooting them.  In fact, one of the things that makes this game so difficult is you need to explore and find alternative routes in order to avoid those people who want to kill you (or Jensen).  The stealth bit is actually a lot of fun.

I bought it on Xbox One, though it's available on PC and PS4... oh, and it has an adult rating because there is violence, language, and some nudity (so far just Jensen in the shower with a lot of steam).

Laboring through work, and Trump and....

Well, here it is... the Labor Day weekend.  While I do have off today you can all rest assured, I am working tomorrow.  I get to close the store.  This is a bit of a bitch because I have an Ophthalmologist appointment at 0720 Tuesday morning so they can dilate my eyes, which means I'm going to get between 5 and 6 house of sleep.
I saw some of the pictures of Trump in that black church looking all smug and I thought "holy shit, he's so phony."  And what's so sad is that all of his Trumplodites saw the same pictures.  In their racist minds they saw him offer an olive branch, which goes to show just how out of touch these people are, and you can bet they'll hold a terrible grudge against anybody and everybody who doesn't vote for Trump, most especially black people.
And what about that pro-Trump Latino and his comment about "taco trucks on every corner?"  You know, I read about that and realized that he's one of those people who, when asked to classify his ethnicity, will always check the box marked 'Caucasian / white' because he wants nothing to do with either his culture, his heritage, or his people.  No doubt he lies to himself every time he looks in the mirror, saying "hey, I'm not Latino, I'm just dark complected."
Anyway, I do have today off and I've got a lot of chores lined up.

And hopefully I'm also going to get a chance to do some fun stuff.  The weather is cooperating.  The temperatures are cool and so I have the backdoor standing wide open; the dogs are chasing each other in and out of the house having a grand old time.  Earlier I caught them eating tomatoes right off the vine.  Bad dogs... so bad I had to laugh.

Blue genie

Just a quick note before I head off to work.

Blue wasn't terminated, she is on a final.  This doesn't mean her days aren't numbered, they are.  This is how things go.

Trump went to Mexico.   Ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha.  He then gave a speech on immigration and was as racist as ever and all of those Latino conservatives gave him the verbal finger.  He is running to be president of the White Party, don't ever forget it.  No matter what minority you might be, remember, you will be fair game should he ever get in the White House.  This includes religious minorities as well as racial and sexual.  In fact, he is going to make minorities the enemy.

What he wants more than anything else is to let the 'hate' genie out of the bottle.

Anyway, it's off to work.  I need to document associates in order to move them around and / or get them out of the store.