I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Taking one for the Team

So, yesterday I called Corporate HR to cancel my insurance since my Medicare payments begin on November 1.  I ended up getting cranky.  You see, I can't cancel until the day "my life changing event happens," and even then there will be 2 more monthly deductions.  I was told not to worry, I'd be reimbursed.  And, as I said, I got cranky.  When you get hired, and sign up for insurance, it starts to get deducted on you very first check.  I did apologize to the woman I was speaking to, noting that she was dealing with the limitations corporate had saddled her with, and that she was really only following a policy set by someone else.
I did some bench presses this AM - which is pretty much all that I can do.  Walking is great, I'm told - on an average I walk the equivalent of 3 miles per day... in the store.  Anything that exercises my core muscles is evidently out of bounds until this hernia gets fixed.   Shit.
I also had the oil changed in my car yesterday... and there's a spot on the tailgate where the paint has chipped off, not big, about an inch long and a quarter inch wide.  I was told that they sell touch-up paint... and that made me cranky, I mean the car is only 18 months old, paint shouldn't be chipping off.
Oh, and John Kelly gave an emotional speech about the death of his son in combat.  I hate to be the cynical one, but my feeling is that he took a hit for the team.  He opened up a painful wound in order for people to feel sorry for the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Unfortunately he lost me when he said he was "stunned" to hear this woman's Congresswoman was in the room when she received the call.  Excuse me, but how many people were in the room with the Idiot Jerk when he placed the call?  How many people were actually listening to what Kelly believes was a "private" conversation.  Was there, perhaps, a photographer there to document this "private" moment?  Wouldn't surprise me, you know?  To get the proof, so to speak.  I can even imagine photos and videos showing up in campaign ads.
Will the Idiot Jerk get a slight boost in the polls because of Kelly's speech?  Perhaps among Republicans.  Mostly, I think not.  People realize just what kind of self-serving asshole the Idiot Jerk is, that any compassion he shows is totally ego driven.  When he complained how other presidents hadn't made those difficult calls, he did so, not because he knew they were emotionally draining, rather that's the sort of thing he dumped on a secretary, someone who might actually care.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Diving In

So, here it is, Thursday, my 2nd day off in a row (ain't it sweet?).
Yesterday I drove down to the VA Hospital in Lebanon and met with the Admitting Nurse and the chief Anesthesiologist (not the one who's going to put me under).  Mostly they told me things I'd already been told... except for one thing.  I can start going back to the gym now - I just can't do anything Ab related, which means that the 160 lb leg presses are out until sometime in December; upper chest and shoulders are fine.
Since those meetings were supposed to take an hour and ended up taking... oh, about 10 minutes, I took a jaunty trip out to Coleman's Park, (it was also on my way home to Harrisburg).  55 years ago I lived in a suburb of Lebanon called Avon (pronounced Ave - in ((short 'a'))) and every Wednesday during summer a break I would climb aboard a big, yellow school but at the Avon (short 'a' remember?) playground and ride out to Coleman's Park were I'd swim in the Gingrich Memorial Pool.  That swimming pool is still in operation today, which I found surprising.  This is what it looks like today.

Back then they had a diving board rather than a sleek, yellow slide.
On the Idiot Jerk side of things in this world, either he was or wasn't ignorant to the grieving widow of an American soldier killed in Niger.  Just by knowing that the first name of that American hero was LaDavid, I'd pretty much bet the claims of callousness are correct.  Except for his rabid supporters who are dumber than cow shit, everybody knows by now that the Idiot Jerk prefers to deal with, and associate with, homo sapiens who are Caucasian.  In fact I'd bet good money he would so much as wet his little toe in the Gingrich Memorial Pool since those kids swimming there are quite diverse.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Dominant genetics

For a while now I've been thinking about evolution and how we as a species are continuing to grow and evolve.  While process takes a long, long time, all you need to do is look to see one change happening all around us:  skin color is getting darker.  This is bad news for certain religious sects whose theological beliefs tend to fall apart when their creation myth is disqualified.  And, we as a species are getting darker.  Certain groups in our society also find this to be an unimaginable problem; race is not an indicator of superiority. 
In their attempts to totally refute the evolutionary process, these 2 groups are on the verge of banding together, or at least that's what seems to be happening in America.  One race and and one religion are deemed to be superior, nothing else is considered.  They are trying to grow their hatred.  They will surrender nothing, but will fight tooth and nail, no matter what the cost to humanity, to maintain even the tiniest grasp of dominance. 
Of course they will fail.  As Jeff Goldblum said in "Jurassic Park" mother nature will find a way of getting around.  In fact, all you need to do is walk into any mall to see where are dominant gene is taking us.  This is life.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Lifeboats this way

Well, here it is, Monday morning.  For some of you the weekend is over and it's back to work, for me?  Well, I worked the weekend.
Lily's 'Snout Magic' arrives today.  She's not the only one with dry nose.  Big Seig's got a bit around the corners of his nostrils, which means he'll get a dab as well.  Besides, he'd feel bad if she got her nose balmed and he didn't.  They're dogs, you know?  Like little kids, jealous of what the other gets.
I did about 20 minutes on the Kinetic trainer this AM.  I'm on the fence as to whether I like it or not - I am fairly sure, however, that it wasn't completely worth what I paid.  I'm on my 2nd resistance unit.  They replaced the first because of Bluetooth issues - it wouldn't stay connected to either my phone or my tablet.  Because I'm using cyclocross tires the calibration is poor so I'm really getting accurate readings.  Details for setting up the tension on the resistance unit are very vague, like "tighten the tension knob until tire touches the unit and the add 2 or 3 turns."  I have nobby tires so only the nubs of the tire touch, not the tire itself.  What they really want is for you to buy one of their 'special' training tires.  If they wanted you to use a special tire, one should have been included with the purchase. Cheapo me went out and bought an inexpensive road bike tire - that will do.  Oh, and calling myself 'cheapo' is only a phrase, I'm actually rather expensive.
And, being that it's Monday morning, I checked to see if the Idiot Jerk's approval ratings continue to erode... they do.  I specifically went to Fox to see if they were giving him a ray of sunshine... nada.  They're actually rather quiet.  I don't know if that means they're satisfied that his approval rating is beginning to edge below 38% or whether they're just happy the damn thing isn't sinking any faster.  You know what I mean, if you don't talk about it, his supporters won't notice the bow slipping below the surface.
Actually, that's not quite right, Juan Williams, a political commentator with Fox News just published an article calling the Idiot Jerk a failed president.  We all know that to be true.  In fact, I suspect that's his way of holding up a little sign which reads "lifeboats this way." 

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Lilly has a dry nose

That's right, she does.  I noticed her nose looked a bit funny, in a tiny, lumpy kind of way yesterday morning.  A quick check online identified the problem - dry nose.  Evidently certain breeds are more susceptible than others and Boxers happen to be one of those breeds.  There were lots of pictures of noses, some in really bad shape.  An order of Snout Smooth is being delivered tomorrow.  We'll see how well it works.

The lady Lillian
A little bit of balm will cure her problem, the Idiot Jerk in the White House?  He's a bomb of a different color.  Watching him in action is kind of like watching all the ingredients of hatred slowly being emulsified in a blender.  He speaks to a hate group and his ever shrinking group of supporters cheer.  I saw that some moron named Gorka, a sack of shit who used to be one of the Idiot's advisers... (he had something to do with the Idiot Jerk in the White House) also spoke to the same hate group.  Gorka evidently got kicked off the Idiot Jerk's staff because he was such an obvious White Supremacist, which tells you exactly where this particular hate group is headed.
Anyway, there was this  bit in Bloomberg about how the liberal media was kicking the snot out of the Idiot Jerk.  What what so beautiful about the article was the specific point on how his supporters are basically devolving into 'cult' status.  I liked the bit about how his base even cheers when he denigrates the First Amendment, but then what more could you expect from a group that has been breed for their loyalty not their intelligence.  The article is spot on.  Conservatives are not only trying to isolate America from anything which might lead to revolutionary ideals, they are fervently binding their own beliefs into a tight little knot which treats a majority of Americans not only as though they were fresh off the boat immigrants, but as illegal aliens as well.  They are desperately trying to anoint themselves as the only true Americans.
Where as on Monday evening I'll be able to rub some soothing balm on Lilly's nose, the only thing they're going to do is continue to explode in a confined space of their own making.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Trump buddies up with a Hate Group

Today is Saturday and I get to go back to work after my one day off.  I accomplished much more yesterday than I thought I might, being that some times I end up putzing away the day.  The Med Techs at the Camp Hill VA Outpatient Clinic did my pre-op EKG... and I am pleased to say that I do have a heart... and it's beating!
Another thing I did yesterday was to bake a pumpkin pie from scratch... that's right.  Tasty!!

The only problem I had was Big Seig.  He snatched the egg shells out of the garbage and munched them to pieces in the living room, but then he's a dog and doesn't know any better.
Oh, and the Idiot Jerk in the White House became the first sitting president to speak at the Family Voters thingy (can't remember exactly what it's called).  You know?  The hate group run by that faux haired Tony Perkins?  And the dumb shit, Idiot Jerk pretty much declared war on anybody and everybody who does not agree with these narrow minded moron's interpretation of Judaeo-Christian values.  Of course just about everyone with a smidgen of intelligence knew he was going to do something like this since those crazies give him what he so desperately wants:  adulation.  Even the Idiot Bush was smart enough to know going down this road will lead to disaster.  The more these crazies lay their hands on him and bow down to him, the more he's going to give them what they want.  The Idiot Jerk doesn't care if a majority of the people find his behavior despicable, he's going to anoint this evil with a nod, and a smile as his tiny, little hand gives these haters a 'thumbs up.'  But then this has always been the case with this dumb shit, kiss his ass and he's over the rainbow.  More so now than in the past, since so much of what is happening in his most dysfunctional of administrations is hitting the air waves.  Just about everybody knows it's a cluster fuck, which is why he's turning to the crazies who kiss his ass.

Friday, October 13, 2017


Well, here it is, Friday the 13th and I'm off work - I requested the day off, not because I'm in the least bit superstitious, but if I didn't pick a specific day I might have ended up working 8 days in a row.
I plan to accomplish a lot today, but know if I end up chalking 4 or 5 things off a very long list I will be satisfied, getting more done will be groovy gravy.
Amazon sent me an email  letting me know that my order for Destiny 2 (PC version) will be shipping early and I should get it on 10/23, which is nice since previously all 3 new games were going to arrive on 10/27.  This means I'll get to start killing alien scum sooner than I thought.  For those who don't know what Destiny 2 is, trailer is below.

And what about that Idiot Jerk in the White House?  Evidently he just issued another Executive Order which stops government reimbursements to insurers which offset the cost of premiums to low income individuals.  He so desperately wants to be a dictator, wants to crush people's lives with the dash of a pen.  One of the main reasons the repeal of the ACA failed was because so many lower income people who had health coverage would no longer be able to afford that coverage.  The Idiot Jerk doesn't care about those people - he never has.
I saw where Bob was lambasting those bonehead Log Cabin Republicans in a Not My President section.  I paid a visit to their website.  These people are really, really screwed up in the head.  If you have a barn and it catches fire, there are certain animals who, when taken out of the burning building, will rush back inside.  That's what Log Cabin Republicans do, and they do it so cluelessly.  They want to be devoutly, pro-gun, social conservatives without realizing that multitudes upon multitudes of devoutly, pro-gun, social conservatives want to lock them all up inside their log cabin and set the damn thing ablaze.  They are a stupid people who willingly give their dollars to candidates who want to pen them up in internment camps.  They will never learn.  The barn door is open, the barn is turning into an inferno, and they will stand their lowing the lamentable "I support you... I support you... I support you."  This is their destiny.  

Thursday, October 12, 2017

The Real Deal

So, here it is... Thursday.  I get to work today and then I have off a day.
We had some DeWalt tools walk out of our Front Door yesterday.  Well, they didn't really walk, someone carried them out... without paying.  And then they drove as quickly as possible to the next closest store and returned them... for store credit.  Idiots.  Store credits have changed.  There was a time when you could return something without a receipt, get a store credit, and then sell it on Ebay to anyone in the country.  Now, when a store credit is issued, they scan / swipe your driver's license or state ID and that credit can only be activated by that particular ID.  Some people get angry when they find this out.  This keeps people from selling them for cold, hard cash, or on the Internet.  Oh, and if you don't have a legitimate ID you can't get a store credit.  Sorry.
Oh, and I saw on Towleroad link that Steven Bannon only gives the Idiot Jerk a 30% chance of surviving through his entire first term.  Like... what's surprising about that?  I'm amazed he's made it this long.  He's kind of like mold, you know? 
And I check out the Idiot Jerk's approval ratings, and, as usual, they are very low.  Even the crazy to the right propaganda team at Faux News can only manage to get him up to 42%.  That's kind of funny since that network gushes forth every time he Tweets out a turd, treating it as though it were the most tastiest of Bonbons.

The real deal... not a Trumpy Treat
So, my dining room has pretty much a wall of windows in this wide, but not so deep, alcove that used to hold a window seat.  Originally I thought I might buy some decorative mirrors to reflect the drapes and the windows and the rooms... and then I started looking at prices.  And then I thought... hey! I work in a Home Improvement Store!  I can make something which looks very similar for... oh, say $20.  I mean, I am a Home Decor Specialist after all.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Pronouncing Fuchsia

Well, I ordered some new Tamarac slippers this AM, nothing fluffy or super plush; hopefully they'll be fairly rugged since I wear them quite a bit when I'm home.
I also tried to rollover some of my 401K into a much safer IRA... and was told that I have to wait... like another 6 months.  Now we're only allowed to do rollovers once per year, which sucks.  I hate keeping money in it, especially with the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Like all small minded conservatives, when the stock market does drop like a rock, he'll blame it on somebody else - probably Bill Clinton.  For those who don't remember, that's what the Idiot Bush did... asshole.  Anyway, I've got to let my 401K sit until April of 2018...  talk about having a personalized nail-biter.
We had a counterfeiter in the store yesterday - $100 bills.  He picked a tall, thin, 24 year old cashier who is usually easily intimidated because he thought this cashier would be an easy mark.  Well, this effeminate cashier pulled out his cajones and said "sorry, $100 need to be run through our self-checkout."  Self-checkout knows the difference.  Well, the culprit said "I don't want to walk all the way down there, let me go get my credit card," and left the building.  Me?  I wanted to cup that cashier's cajones and compliment him on their size but I knew that to do so would cause his head to explode with the million shades of fuchsia blushing across his face.

Oh, and for those who don't know, it's pronounced 'few-sha' not 'fuck-see-ah.'
The funny thing about this attempt at counterfeiting is that the same person tried it last week outside at our garden register... and got away with it - $800.  The cashier who took the bills was a 65 year old Trump supporter.  When this cashier was asked why he didn't call management he said, "well, there was a customer waiting."  I kid you not.  I think that this proves once and for all that those who support the Idiot Jerk have no balls.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

The Selfish Nature of the Social Conservative

So, I saw this article this morning and thought I'd talk about it a little.  America, we have a problem.  You see we have something called the First Amendment and there are a number of people out there who don't like it.  They believe we should have a National Religion, which would happen to be theirs.  They call themselves Social Conservatives and they represent the ugly head of selfishness.  You see for them, their most favorite pronouns are "I," followed by "my."  For them "you" can be a really negative word because "you" is about someone else.  These Social Conservatives have allowed their beliefs to evolve to a stage where "you" is not even secondary.  Since they don't believe in evolution they would never understand this, but evolve they have.  And they like the Constitution, but only as long as it lets them be as selfish as possible.  They don't like it when "you" means everybody.
These Social Conservatives want to change rules and create regulations that benefit themselves, alone.  They want to be able to say that "my beliefs say I can fire you from your job because my beliefs are more important than you as a human being."  The truth is they don't care about human beings at all, unless those human beings share the same beliefs.  These Social Conservatives want to be able to discriminate, not only against sexual orientation, but against race and nationality.  They don't want to give immigrants the chance to possibly dilute, either socially or culturally, the purity of their own beliefs.  You see, it's not just the jobs they claim immigrants will take, it's the very blood coursing through their veins which these Social Conservatives need to keep out.
They will never understand how wrong they are, to even consider such an action would be to challenge the very soul of "I."

Monday, October 9, 2017

Bladerunner 2049, the Idiot Jerk, an the evil bitch

Well, it's 0620, the temperature outside is 76 (F) and it's drizzling - the normal temperature for this time of year is supposed to be in the mid - 60's... and my Central Air is running.  What's wrong with this picture?
Today is Columbus Day and I have off - the 3rd of my three days.
I went to see "Bladerunner 2049" yesterday.  My niece's husband posted on Facebook that it was a 'Masterpiece,' so I corrected him.  The movie is good... but not great.  The acting is all very good, some of the performances will most likely be recognized come Oscar time.  Visually stunning at times, "Bladerunner 2049" is certifiable eye candy.  But then there's the story line which takes almost 2 hours and 45 minutes to unfold.  The first film, all those years ago, was fast paced - remember Harrison Ford chasing Joanna Cassidy through the shops and crashing through the glass?  There is action here, but nothing at that pace.  What I noticed was a lot of variation, or re-imaginings of scenes:  Deckard and Leon Kowalski is now Gosling and Bautista.  Questions Deckard asks in the first film are realized in the sequel:  "You look down and see a bee crawling on your hand, what do you do?"  I thought it was good, but not great.  I wasn't bored, didn't find the movie dragging, however my friend Patty said she thought it dragged on and on at times.

Politically speaking, yesterday was another banner day of stupidity for the Idiot Jerk in the White House, in fact, there was more fun there then a three ring circus.  The feud between Corker and the Idiot Jerk is beginning to really tear the GOP apart.  The Idiot Jerk will support a weakened DACA, but only if he gets 10 billion for his wall.  The Mini Idiot Jerk (Mike Pence) walked out of an NFL game because "his boss gave him walking orders.  Steve Bannon is only going to back Conservative candidates running against the GOP.  Oh, and there's some grousing among the GOP that the 'Middle Class Tax Cut' is going to be fairly non-existent.  Did I miss anything?
And finally, I Googled the ACLU vs Cornwall Lebanon School District and came up with bit about the evil Mrs. Miller.  Evidently she forced a 2nd grader to stand in front of the class and recite the Lord's Prayer because when he'd done it at his chair, he recited it with his eyes open. 

Lebanon Daily News 6/25/64     Mrs. J. Herbert Miller, Eric's homeroom teacher, explained the incident when she appeared as a witness before Judge Follmer. She said Eric was one of three pupils called upon to recite the prayer with closed eyes. Her attention to the eyes- open incident was called by the other pupils, Mrs. Miller testified. She further pointed out that she was merely carrying out a routine instructional function by requiring that an act improperly done be performed again in the correct manner.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

The Horrid Bitch

I started school when I was 5, not because I was  very smart, which turned out to be true, but because back then if you turned 6 by December, you were old enough for First Grade.  My teacher was Mrs. Warner, and I will admit to being a bit trying.  My teacher was Mrs. Miller and she was a horrid  bitch. 
My Mom called the school to find out when the first day of classes was because my parents (and I) were going on vacation.   That day turned out to be wrong, classes actually started the day before, while we were on the road back from Virginia.  On the first day of class Mrs. Miller had handed out little aluminum pie tins to everyone in the class and they had started to decorate them.  On my first day in 2nd grade, (their 2nd day) Mrs. Miller told me, in front of everybody, that because I had missed the first day, I had no pie tin and would have to sit by myself while the rest of the class finished their decorations.  This is how you hurt a 6 year old child.  Oh, and this is not the only reason she's a horrid bitch.
Mrs. Miller harangued me constantly, nit-picking apart my every action. 
She tied me in my chair with twine because she said I stood up too much.  She untied me after the last bell of the day had rung, and after the rest of the kids had left the classroom, forcing me to run so I wouldn't miss my bus home.  And I was... 7 by then. 
On Valentines day we all decorated shoe boxes and made valentines for the rest of the kids in the class.  I can remember the excitement as we all went around the classroom depositing cards into each others boxes.  This was a fun time, you know?  And the next day, while everyone else was pulling the lids off of their boxes and dumping their cards on their desks, I opened mine and.... it was empty.  This is how you humiliate a 7 year old child.
Mrs. Miller had a son who played the violin.  She thought it would be great for him to play for us... well, not all of us.  She chose everyone whom she deemed worthy, everyone except myself and two others.  They went to a different classroom, we stayed alone, with one of the school secretaries as a monitor to make sure we didn't talk.
I spent a little time trying to look up information on the horrid bitch.  She was married to J. Herbert Miller, a man with a Master Degree in Sacred Theology.  She lived on Areba Street in Hershey, back then that area was... nice, not rich, but nice.  In 1962 she was one of 2 teachers subpoenaed when the ACLU filed a lawsuit against the Cornwall-Lebanon School District over forced prayer in public schools. 
If I wanted, I could have, perhaps found out what her first name was... but that would have meant using up my time, wasting my time on a terrible person who is better off known as the horrid bitch.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Social Conservative Porn

Saw an interesting bit in the LA Times this AM regarding James Woods, the crazy to the Right has been actor.  Evidently he announced his retirement from acting, one of the reasons given was his difficulty getting hired because of his... political views.
And, for those who missed it, yesterday, a 70 year old, white, social conservative published his version of Christian Porn.  Yep, Jeff Sessions published 25 pages of the stuff.  Evidently he "consulted" with a  Crazy to the Right Legal team in an attempt to legally cement their hatred towards... well, everybody who doesn't believe what they believe.  The second after publication members of the LGBT community started shouting and waving their red flags, however it effects so many, many more people. because it lets people who have certain beliefs say "no."  This Sessions' porn allows them to inflict pain and suffering simply by saying "it's against my religion."  One's own personal beliefs become the caretaker of discrimination.  If you're a minority, any minority, they can refuse to serve you, to provide help in your times of need.  This Sessions' porn allows certain people to look you in the eye and say "you have no worth."  It gives them the ability to ostracize whomever they choose.  For example, say you just happen to be a straight, Catholic couple who go to a baker who happens to believe that Catholics are phony, that they're false Christians, that baker can refuse to bake their cake because he believes they worship idols.  This Sessions' porn not only opens the door for legal discrimination, but for legal segregation as well.

And, of course, there are voices out there saying that this porn lacks specificity, that because of its generalized details, this thing will be tied up in the courts for years.  That's precisely what these haters want.  You see, they don't mind waiting until the Idiot Jerk in the White House loads the courts with enough like-minded haters who will constitutionalize and legitimize this hatred.
Vote Blue.
Vote Blue.
Take back control.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Not the Nate I'm thinking of

Had my pre-op blood work done this AM and it took longer than I had anticipated.  Three tubes!  So now I'm running a bit behind.
Apologies to Rozzie for calling her Roxie yesterday, saw the error of my dyslexic fingers and couldn't correct until I got home.
Oh, and surprisingly, today is Friday and for once it actually is my Friday.  I was going to help my brother move... but now with lifting restrictions that's out.  Besides, I suspect his wife is still shriekingly angry at me for suggesting I put their dead cat in the freezer.  That, and wanting them to deal with their responsibility while they were on vacation. 
And more and more stories are filling up space regarding Rex Tillerson and the Moronic Idiot Jerk in the White House... (tell me, am I getting redundant?).  While I was waiting for them to use a needle to suck the blood out of my arm this morning, I perused a number of stories, mostly detailing the incompetence of the Idiot Jerk while filling his cabinet positions.  Bad hiring, they're calling it, compounded by the fact that he, himself, is a fucking moron... at least I think that's how Rex classified his boss.
And Nate, a name I've always liked, most likely because of a some sort of pre-conceived image of someone I've never met, looks like he's gearing up to hit the Gulf Coast on Sunday.  That's right, another hurricane is aiming for Trumplvania.  This is what you call really bad Karma.

Here's a nice Nate for you
And so it's off to work, on my Friday that's actually a Friday.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

He fingers... she speaks

So, yesterday I drove down to the Lebanon VA Hospital to speak to my surgeon.  Interestingly, he told me that my hernia was old, that I'd had it for some time, and that my going to the gym regularly, strength training, and extensive bits of cardio had exacerbated the problem.  What ever... it's getting fixed on November 14, which is 6 days after my birthday.  What I have to look forward to is 2 days of discomfort, 12 days of Rest and Relaxation, and then 2 more weeks before I'm fit enough to start hitting the gym again.  I cannot wait.
After my consultation, I stopped in to take a pee and saw large poster of an attractive man holding an ax posted above the urinal.  What caught my eye was the headline:  Don't fear the finger.

Now, even though this was meant to be taken seriously, I had to laugh, in fact, I'm still laughing.  In fact, I suspect there are a lot of men out there, both gay and straight, who will be laughing with me.
Oh, and evidently Rex Tillerson may, or may not have, called the Idiot Jerk in the White House a moron.  An article in the Washington Post pretty much indicates that because this is making headlines, it's a pretty good indicator that he is in a death spiral.  We all know that the Idiot Jerk is cursed with an horrendous ego problem, and he must find the idea that one of his cabinet members my possibly have called him a moron must be shattering.  As I said to Rozzie, maybe we should start a pool, wagering which rat will jump ship next.
And here's a bit more of Assassins Creed, Origins.  Cleopatra speaks.  Gaming is not what you think it is.

Don't you wish you could ski down a pyramid like that?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

The origins of ... stuff

So, today is Wednesday and I'm off work today - vacation day, though it's going to be anything but a vacation.  I have an appointment at 10:20 with the surgical team at the VA Hospital in Lebanon, about an hour away, where we're going to discuss my hernia.  What I'm hoping is that by 10:30 I have a date set in stone.  I want it fixed, as soon as possible.  If they can do it in 2 weeks that would be just ducky dandy.  Unfortunately I have this terrible feeling they're going to give me a date about 2 months from now, not what I want to hear.  I need to be able to start doing things again without the fear of my intestines popping through my muscle wall, or worrying about them getting trapped in a pocket of muscle and getting squeezed to death.  My routines are all screwed up.  No gym.  No cardio (except for walking, which does very little to get my neurotransmitters popping).  Besides, in 3 weeks 3 new games that I've pre-ordered are released:  Assassin's Creed Origins, Wolfenstein II, and Destiny 2 (for PC), and what better way is there to spend 2 weeks recovering.
I see the Idiot Jerk in the White House still refuses to call the Vegas horror domestic terrorism, even though Paddock evidently put a lot of time into planning the thing, including the set up of cameras to monitor the hallways leading to his room.  Does that surprise you?  Me?  No.  His definition of terrorism needs to include religion - it can't be terrorism unless it's carried out by Muslims.
And, tucked away in the LA Times this AM was a smidgen regarding those Crazy to the Right contributors, and how they're getting all pissy about the Do Nothing Party's inability to do... well... anything.  The Young Guard wants the Old Guard gone, and (this is funny) they are saying that the party may actually have to lose seats in the House and Senate in order to replace them with more like-minded crazies.  And.... wait a minute... replace them?  (this is where you laugh)  Yeah.  For those who didn't know, this is how losers begin to acknowledge their unpopularity, that the Idiot Jerk in the White House, with his dismally low approval rating, is taking them towards a dead end.  They're dropping these little turds so that in 12 months they can kind of say "I told you so."
And, of course, since the game I'm most looking forward to is Assassin's Creed, Origins I thought I'd share a trailer.  Egypt - Cleopatra... Julius Caesar... this is going to be great!

Now doesn't that give you a warm fuzzy feeling?

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Las Vegas, Money, and a not so warm, fuzzy feeling

Some odd points about yesterday.
While America was reeling over the horror that happened in Las Vegas, I was surprised to see that not everyone was horrified.  You say "WHAT?  How could anyone be anything but shocked?"  Well, investors weren't.  The Dow Jones went up 152 points.  For those who don't know, that's a lot of stocks.  At a time when many were shocked senseless by the sheer magnitude of death and suffering caused by one, lone individual, there were those out there more concerned with making money.  So, am I the only one who sees a correlation there?  Between money and evil?  That times of horrible evil are also times to make lots of money?  To turn death and horror into profit?  I hope not.  Yet there are those out there who thought it would be very good for their bank accounts.  Now, isn't that frightening?
And could someone please explain to me what a "warm condolence" is?  I have no idea.  Isn't a "warm condolence" a paradox?  Warm and fuzzy, and yet sorry and sad.  The definition of condolences is :  an expression of sympathy, especially on the occasion of a death.    So can someone please tell me about warm sympathy?  I ask this because the Idiot Jerk in the White House sent "warm condolences" to the victims families and the survivors of the Las Vegas Horror.  I suspect that this is about as heartfelt as he can get since he, himself is the epitome of shallow insincerity
Finally, I would remiss if I didn't point out that Nevada, with it's most liberal gun laws, has suddenly become the poster child for gun control.  The fact that one very crazy man can amass a collection of 23 guns in a hotel room without anyone raising a flag is... well, it's as horrifying as the horror he unleashed.  This man may have actually walked through the lobby, a high powered rifle in each hand, and no one would have said a thing because he wasn't breaking the law.  He may actually have carried his armory bit by bit, across the lobby twelve or more times.   Think about it.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Terrorist event / military crawl

Today is Monday, and something terrible happened last night in Las Vegas.  A 64 year old, white guy named Stephen Paddock killed more than 50 people; more than 200 were injured.  And authorities are not calling it a terrorist action.  I'm sorry,  but when that many people are murdered it's a terrorist activity.  His main purpose was to kill as many as possible, and create terror and horror.  The Idiot Jerk in the White House sent 'warm condolences,' which confounds me, it's the paradox, you know?  the juxtaposition of warm and condolence.  Warm is nice... condolence sad.  When a friend's daughter gets married, you send warm wishes because you want to convey a 'nice' feeling.  When your friend's daughter dies, you send heart felt condolences, or deepest condolences because you want your friend to know that your heart is hurting.  Warm is fuzzy and nice, not sad.  But then what else would you expect from the Idiot Jerk? 
And on the lighter side, my store was broken into late Saturday night by some very physically fit men.  There were at least 3 involved (we have cameras) and 2 were white.  I can't tell you how they gained access because there is an ongoing investigation, however the fact that at least 3 of them were physically fit is without a doubt.  How do I know this?  We have motion detectors.  Every retailer who has anything worth stealing has motion detectors.  Back when I worked for International Paper, in an accounting environment, there were motion detectors.  To avoid being detected by our motion detectors, these 3 physically fit gentlemen military crawled.  They military crawled, from their point of access to where they wanted to go, for over 500 feet.  And that's just one way.  And, when they were detected, which they were, they military crawled all the way back to their entry point.
For those who don't know, this is a military crawl.

Think of it as a combination plank and crawl.  Their core muscles must be dynamite.  As I said, once they realized they'd been detected, they exited the building the same way.  While I didn't see the videos, I suspect they were moving pretty fricking fast to get out before the police arrived on the scene.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Puerto Rico's Illegal Immigrant Problem

I guess just about everybody knows about the Twitter tirade the Idiot Jerk in the White House went on yesterday, lambasting the Mayor of San Juan, saying she had poor leadership abilities.  If most people weren't aware of it then, they should certainly know now that Puerto Rico has an illegal immigrant problem.  I'm talking about the fact that those living there have brown skin (like those bad hombres from South of the Border), and speak Spanish (again like those bad hombres from South of the Border).  The Idiot Jerk in the White House has obviously lumped all people who have dark skin and speak Spanish into one group:  Immigrants.  The idea that Puerto Rico is a colony that is, in one way or another, been working towards statehood makes absolutely no sense to the Idiot Jerk.  Oh, and you have to remember that in 2016 they voted for Hillary, if that doesn't make them bad hombres nothing does.  I'd say this is the reason he's been a little lax when it comes to providing them with aid.  Let's be honest, it's not like their Houston, which voted for him.
This is sad, but I can practically hear him asking "where are all the White People at?  If they're a colony, shouldn't there be more White People?  If they're not White, then they've got to be there illegally.  Were they invaded by those bad hombres from South of the Border?"
No one ever said he was rational.  Besides, he's no doubt still fuming that "Little Marco" won the primary.  I'm surprised he has sent his Voter Fraud lackeys to investigate that loss.  Don't forget that "Little Marco" also has dark skin and speaks Spanish.  I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't made to show his citizenship papers every time he voted in Congress.  Can't you hear the Idiot Jerk saying "hey, Little Marco, hold up your papers, prove you're not illegal."
Anyway, they are finally starting to step the aid relief, I suspect only because the Republicans are beginning to look really bad.  References are being tossed about regarding the Idiot Bush and Katrina.  Not that the Idiot Jerk supporters care.  I'm sure they're just as confused as the Idiot Jerk, believing that anyone and everyone who has dark skin and speaks Spanish must be an illegal.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

When Friday isn't Friday

Well, here it is... Saturday, and as I do on almost every Saturday, I'm going to work.  I say this for the benefit of all of those people who do get to work a 5 day work week, and for whom Friday is the last day of that week.  I have friends on Facebook who, every Friday, post these cute little dancing gifs proclaiming how great Friday is... for them.  So, recently, I began reminding them that there are vast numbers of people who work on weekends.  I let them know that if we all had a work week that ended on Friday the world would, for the most part shut down for them.  There would be no movies, or restaurants open, you couldn't go to the supermarket,  or stop by your 7-11 or get gas.  There would be no Emergency Rooms for people to go to were they to get sick.  No police, so don't get robbed, or have an accident.  Imagine Disney World closed on Saturday and Sunday, and Six Flags - no amusements parks because their employees had a work week that ends on a Friday.  Think of everything that would be closed.  Just start ticking things off in your head, the things you can't do because no one is going to be working.  And the number of cute, little gifs has started to decline because my friends have started to realize that without us weekend workers, their own personal lives would pretty much shut down.  A lot of people don't think about things like that.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Chicks on line

Well, I get to go back to work today.  I'm not so excited, if you know what I mean.  Over the past 2 days I did get pretty much accomplished: draperies in the dining room dry cleaned, replaced some trip, painted the molding around all of the windows in the dining room, cleaned.  Not too much on the workout scene, however - it's this damn hernia.  I can not wait until I get it fixed.  My current recurring nightmare is that because I'm going through the VA they're going to tell me it's going to take at least 6 months.  If they do, I'll go through a civilian doctor and have it done sooner.
And I see that the Idiot Jerk in the White House has released his TAX PLAN.  There was actually some sort of pompous GOP ceremony where they all gathered together like giggling school girls looking at a Playgirl for the first time.  Of course they did the same thing with their every attempt to repeal the ACA, well, maybe not so much with their last try.  This is the DO NOTHING PARTY, remember?  My money says that behind the scenes they're already scrambling for votes because this is nothing more than a give away to corporations and the wealthy.  I saw a news feed on Facebook where one of the Republican sponsors for this piece of shit admitted "well, the middle class may have to pay more, but they'll get more back in the end."  That's bullshit. 
And, speaking of Playgirl, I did a search to see if there still was such a thing.  There is.  And it does have a gay section called Playgirl Blue.  This doesn't surprise me since I always thought it was the guys buyng the magazine that kept it in business.

Remember when?
This got me wondering, just a little, if Playboy has a lesbian section, and if they do, is it called Playboy Pink and so, even though it's against my religion, I checked.  They don't.  It's just chicks on line.  That sounds funny, doesn't it?  Chicks on line.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Take me Home

So,  I was off yesterday.  It was nice.  I didn't have to go anywhere or do anything, though I did.  There was a lot of relaxation going on.
Today I'm off as well, only I have to do stuff today.  But yesterday?  Nah. 
I did go see "Kingsmen, The Golden Circle."  What a hoot!  Julianne Moore as a drug dealing villain named Poppy, Channing Tatum in blue boxers, Taron Egerton asking "do I look like a dick," and Elton John (that's right, Sir Elton John) saying "get the fuck out of my room... get the fuck out of my room," are just a few of the bright spots in this film.  There's a lot of graphic novel action, but then that makes sense since the series is based on a graphic novel.  There were moments when I laughed out loud.  That's right, there's a lot of humor in it.  Let's see, there's Halle Berry, and Beau Bridges, and Colin Firth, and Mark Strong, who usually plays heavies, singing John Denver.

"West Virginia, blue ridge mountains....."
Of course, the political humor is rollicking as well, in which the minority party has finally realized that an even smaller minority group of haters really wants to put their establishment gonads in a vice and crank it as tight as possible.  That's right, Mitch McTurtle is getting his nuts squeezed, in fact, this minority group that he, himself, encouraged, wants to rip them right out of his scrotum.  And this even smaller minority party seems to have little, if no interest, in putting forth any kind of sane legislation, all they want to do is spit out their insane hatred.  They don't even realize they are drowning in their own venom, but then why would they?  They were bred for their bitterness, spoon fed their anger, by a higher power for the soul purpose of devouring the Republican Party.  This is their Karma.
And, as far as I'm concerned, the only thing that would have made "Kingsmen, Golden Circle" more enjoyable, would have been to have Mark Strong sing his John Denver tribute naked:  Country Roads, take me home.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017


So, there's an election in Alabama today.  The Idiot Jerk in the White House wants some loser named Strange to win... he's probably going to lose.  That' super duper, ultra crazy conservative Christian Roy Moore is probably going to win.  And that is funny.  Why?  Because for years the GOP has kissed the asses of these crazies because if it was bad for the Democrats than it had to be good for the Republicans.  Haha.  Now, they're going to end up with a Senator who will only vote for legislation that's as crazy as he is.  Those Southern Baptists in Alabama are going to vote for a dead end, which is fine with me.  Let the loser win so they can isolate themselves even more from the greater American public, at least that's what I say.  Shit, the GOP can't even get enough votes to repeal the Affordable Care Act, how in hell would they give him what he wants and put the 10 Commandments in every classroom, and every courtroom, and in front of every Government building.  That's right.  Let that sucker win.  I know where they can get a broken shovel to help them dig their graves!

Monday, September 25, 2017

Dig This

So, yesterday I go down to the Service Desk to check on returns and I see this, a shovel in a cart.  A shovel that some moron returned.

Look closely.  You'll see that it's broken into 2 pieces.  If you look very closely you'll see that this shovel has been heavily used, and... some scumbag customer returned it to our store.  They did have a receipt, mind you, from a shovel which had been purchased 2 days ago.  I suspect that might be when this shovel was broken.  Anyway, yesterday this scumbag, using that receipt, returned the broken shovel.  And some dumbshit at our Service Desk processed the return.  Oh, and in case you are wondering, this scumbag customer didn't do an 'even exchange' they wanted their money back.  The fact that there are people who are reprehensibly dishonest bothers me, but that fact that some nimrod at the Service Desk didn't just out and out refuse... well, let's be honest, that person should not be working for us.  That clerk gave someone a free shovel.
Since I'm no longer in a position of authority, all I can do is piss and moan here.  Were I able to, the clerk who did this would be documented for their sheer stupidity.  People don't seem to understand that when you do returns like this you set a very bad precedent.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Uninvited

So here it is, Sunday, my 4th day out of the 6 I will work until I get my next 2 days off.  Yesterday I hit my sales goal and my measure goal so today everything else I get is gravy.
I've been spending more and more time on my old bike which is mounted on the Kinetic trainer I bought.  The trainer uses Bluetooth and works well with my  S8, not so well with my tablet, which is what I want to use so I've been in contact with Kinetic.  They seem to think there might be issues with the resistance unit.  If they send me a new one, that will be fine.
I am ready for fall to kick in.  Tomorrow we might break a heat record for 9/25 and I still have the  Central Air turned on.  While I don't mind summer, I want the seasons to change.  I want the leaves on the trees to turn yellow and orange and crispy, crackling under your feet when you walk on them.  If I wanted year round heat, I'd move to hurricane or earthquake land.
And what about the Idiot Jerk's tirades about professional athletes who don't want to kiss his racist ass?  Freedom of speech.  But then you know he never has been to crackerjack smart about the Constitution, or what that treasured document allows.  What a hoot that he disinvited Steve Curry to visit the White House.  What an even bigger hoot that the Golden State Warriors then told him to basically to eat shit.  They have become.... The Uninvited.

Evidently the North Carolina Tar Heels aren't going either... they put out some sort of gibberish about 'not being able coordinate dates.'  This, of course, doesn't mean that they have been Uninvited, just that they've chosen to put some distance between themselves and the Idiot Jerk, which pretty much takes away his ability to Uninvite them.  And LeBron James said that "going to the White House used to be an honor," until the Idiot Jerk showed up.
All of this must be ripping the Idiot Jerk a new asshole because his Ego requires he surround himself with fawning sycophants and Sports Stars, and when those athletes spurn him... well, that's how you get Uninvited.  And life grand!

Saturday, September 23, 2017

A little about me

Here's a little about me for those who might be interested.
I'm going to be 65 on November 8 and I am pretty much a Scorpio.
Forty Seven years ago, when it was vastly unpopular, I volunteered.  I joined the Navy, and went to Vietnam... well, the Tonkin Gulf to be more precise.  The countryside was quite clear from the flight deck (I was on an aircraft carrier).  Because of that, I get decent VA medical insurance, being in a war zone, you know?  The only ones who get better insurance are those who retired after 20 years and those who were disabled.  Not bad, eh?
In face, it turns out I've volunteered for a lot of things, doing my Civic duty, you know?  For about 12 years I was a trainer for the Red Cross:  CPR, Basic Life Support.  It was fun.
I also volunteered for what was called "the gay switchboard," which turned out to be very, very boring.  Not a lot of calls back then, mostly from business men in town for a meeting who wanted to know where the bars were.
The Central PA Pride Festival?  I was part of it.  Starting off as a working, I did PR for a couple of years and finally co-chairing the thing with a woman named Tina.  This is me in 1998 wearing my cute little Pride T-Shirt.

I had a lot of fun... but it also cured me forever of my volunteerism.
A lot of people will volunteer just to say they're part of an organization, which means their reliability is questionable.  Four of us carried the weight on our shoulders, did the grunt work, on a regular basis because of 'no-shows.'  Three weeks after the festival my friend Matt resigned, and two weeks later I handed in my resignation as well.  And I haven't looked back.  They were good years, and for the most part, a lot of fun, but the time had come to step back.
While I've been in a few relationships, none were momentous enough to create moments of nostalgia when I think back.  I am much better by myself than I am trying to fit my life around someone else's.  Blame it on the Scorpio thing.
And since I got the dogs I can honestly say I am happier now than I have ever been.  We are all different.  We are all the same.  And I... am me.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Stopping Traffic

My legs hurt like hell.  It's that damn trainer working too well.  I was working my vastus intermedius really hard... well, for about 6 minutes at least.  That's all it took.  I had such a burn going on.  So, I turned off the trainer.  And I got off the bike.  Tomorrow I will do a less extreme workout since I'm going to need to build up some strength in my legs.  Well, just one specific area of one muscle group.  A lot of people don't realize that your muscles are broken down into subgroups; each quadriceps has 4 different sections.  Walking relies on one section more than any other, running uses multiple sections, and cycling?  Upper thighs mostly.  If you ever look at the legs of a cyclist you'll see they have teeny weeny calves and big thighs.  Now I have to train my upper thighs in order for them to roar like thunder when I ride.
And what about the Idiot Jerk in the White House and his pissing match with the Idiot Jerk in North Korea?  Am I the only one who sees them acting like petulant 12 year olds?  Don't worry, they'll start taunting each other's mothers any second now.  Of course, this is why the Idiot Jerk is... well, the Idiot Jerk.
Also, Melanoma gave some sort of speech.. yesterday, I think.  I don't remember exactly because I was blinded by that neon pink road crew dress she was wearing.  Do you know what I mean?  You do have to give her credit for trying to bring a stylish new wardrobe to Flagger Force.  Gee, they would no longer need to stop traffic with a sign, just stand their with their arms out.

For decades First Ladies set styles, created trends... until now.  All this one seems to be trying to do is  stop traffic.  To be perfectly honest, I think it's inflatable and the Idiot Jerk just pumped in too much hot air.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

No Dead cats in the Freezer

A long time ago, about 14 years to get you into the ballpark, my Dad died of lung cancer.  My sister, my brother and I urged my Mom to get a pet so she wouldn't be alone.  Three weeks after my Dad's memorial service, Kitty moved into my Mom's house.  Kitty came from the Humane Society, an adult female of unknown age.  My Mom lavished her with treats, and she got very, very fat.  When my Mom's health deteriorated and she moved into Greenfield, Kitty moved in with my nephew and his wife.  They put Kitty on a diet and she lost weight, she also went blind and had problems locating the liter box.  My brother asked for opinions and we all said we thought she should be put down.  Instead he moved her into an empty bedroom in his house.  He covered the floor with a large, blue tarp because she could only use the liter  box if you picked her up and put her in it, and she lived there for two years.  A few months ago he moved her down to his first floor where she had much more space to pee on the floor.  He tried to get rid of Kitty... and no one wanted an old, blind cat that peed and pooed on the floor.  Every one had the same response, put her down.  He didn't.
On Saturday, he and his wife, and two of his children, with their spouses, left for vacation in North Carolina.  Tuesday he sent me a text:  the neighbor taking care of Kitty called to tell him the cat was doing poorly, would I go over and check her out.  I did.  I texted him back that yes, Kitty was in bad shape.  And his response was "Can you take her to the Vet and have her put down."  My response was the he needed to call the Vet and make the arrangements.  He didn't like that.  He was on vacation.  He said I could call them and have them go to the house to put her down.  Me?  I texted him the Vet's phone number.  He didn't care for that, either.  So, I said that I thought we should, perhaps, let nature run it's course, and that I would stop over on Wednesday to check on the cat.  I told them that if the cat had died, I would wrap it up in a plastic bag and put it in their freezer until they got home.
Holy Shit!! NO DEAD CATS IN THE FREEZER!!  NO DEAD CATS IN THE FREEZER!!  This was a group text and his wife pretty much exploded.  All that bacteria!  All of those germs!!  NO DEAD CATS IN THE FREEZER!!  They couldn't believe I would even consider such a thing, so I told them:  My cat Max died when he was 21 years old.  He died while I was at work.  And it was January, the ground was frozen, so I wrapped him up in a towel, and put him in a garbage bag, which was wrapped up and tied securely, and put him in my freezer.  He had a shelf to himself.
I said something to my friend Patty, and it turns out she did the same thing: put her dead pet in the freezer until she could get the body to the Vet.
As it turned out, the neighbor who was taking care of Kitty went over Wednesday morning and the poor thing had died.  The neighbor's father took the cat out behind my brother's house and buried it.  My brother, who didn't want to deal with the fact that Kitty needed to be put down, and left her suffer, in the end, didn't have to deal with her demise either.  I sent him a text telling him he needed to bring something very, very nice back for his neighbor.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The fitting / edging Trump supporters

The bike fitting went well yesterday.  They use software that incorporates a Kinect and lasers to fine tune the most comfortable position for you on a bike.  You stand perfectly still for about 30 seconds while the lasers measure you:  height, leg length, arm length.  My shoulders are wide and that will effect how I sit on a bike.  My legs are short, but not as short as you would think when it comes to riding a bike.  They they start out with a simple piece of equipment and add a saddle (seat), handlebars, and pedals, and then you climb on-board and the fun starts.  While you are peddling they will move the seat up and down, forward and back, by millimeter increments (yes, it's metric).  The same thing happens with the handlebars.  And everything is angled, as well, so the front of the seat may go up or down in order to give you the best position.  As you pedal, they capture the distance your legs open.  My right leg opens wider than my left leg when I'm riding.  All of it was very interesting, and when they were done they sent me a PDF file which included the picture below, so this is actually a picture of a picture.

Notice my shapely legs, dainty ankles and all
And if anybody is wondering, I ordered the Cannondale Carbon Disc Ultegra, the red bike.
Oh, and I saw that the Idiot Jerk in the White House did speak at the UN yesterday... I even read some short excerpts, and believe me, they have to be short, otherwise the nausea overwhelms me and unless he's close enough to hit, well, that would be a waste of good puke.  Firstly, he evidently doesn't like 'rogue' nations and thinks they should be stopped, but not 'rogue' people since he had pizza with Sarah Palin  and didn't punch her out.  Secondly, from what I read, every single word was directed at his base, those supporters who voted for him.  You can bet they were all fervently listening and watching, as he edged them closer to ecstasy.  What a jerk.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

The stuff of shadows

So, here it is... Tuesday, and my first day off after working 6 days.  Ain't it sweet?  Pretty much, so.  Around 10 I'm going to get measured for my new bike.  I did spend a bit of time on the trainer this AM since the hernia limits what I can do.  Cycling is okay. as long as I don't lean forward too much.  I can't wait until the damn thing is fixed.
Is the Idiot Jerk speaking at the UN today?  I think I read that somewhere.  Now that's embarrassing, especially since he and the rest of the GOP spent so much hate time criticizing it.  But then that's what they always do, attack what they can't control.
There was an interesting article in Bloomberg this AM about the Russkies and their hacking the election.  Sounds to me we should go back to paper ballots, that would show them, wouldn't it.  Counting ballots takes a lot longer, and politicians and political parties would loose that instant rush of gratification their winners get 5 seconds after the polls closed, but wouldn't that be better?  Let's be honest here, no matter what kind of safeguards our election software has, those damn Russkies are always going to try and hack it.  They're just like the GOP and the Evangelicals when it comes to control... and manipulation, and lies.
And I saw somewhere that Hillary is thinking of contesting the presidential election.  Not a good thing.  And evidently she and Bernie are having some sort of spitting match.  That too is not a good thing.  She needs to pull that stick of bitterness out of her ass and move to the sidelines.  Even though we all hate it, the Idiot Jerk won the electoral college.  Our number one priority right now must be to unite into one mighty group in order to move his shit stained ass out of the White House.  Both she and Bernie need to shut up.  They need to put on their wizened, sage robes and sit quietly giving advice when someone asks for it.  Their egos need to be taken off of the burner.  They need to put the country ahead of their own personal wants and desires.  They both lost.  They need to understand this.  America and the party must come first.  No matter how strongly they feel about certain subjects, they must both realize that now they are the stuff of shadows.

Monday, September 18, 2017


So, for the past couple of days our store has been having a new generator installed, something used only in case of emergencies.  Installation is being done by people who work specifically for the home office out of Atlanta.
Yesterday morning, I'm sitting at the Flooring desk with a fellow associate, and I see one of the installers walking down the aisle in his orange shirt emblazoned with 'Generator Crew' and I ask him how it's going.
And he says "Terrible, we hit a gas line.  I need to speak to a manager right away."  As I picked up the phone, he continued, "I called 911 and UGI and they're all on their way."  When the Manager answered, I handed off the phone and listened to the installer repeat himself - by this time you could smell natural gas as it began to ooze around the showroom.  If you've never smelled natural gas, it has a sickly sweet smell, the scent of poison since it can easily kill you.
A few seconds later all associates were told to evacuate the customers and themselves from the building.  Most people were very compliant you could smell the fumes in Electrical, and Paint.  The back aisle of the building was quickly turning into no man's land.
But then there were the assholes.  The morons like the guy who said, "well, can't you get that sink down out of the overhead since I don't want to come back later."  Or the woman who was standing by the paint wall, fanning her nose with a paint chip, as though that was going to keep the gas away.  Most customers understood the seriousness of the situation, got in their cars, and left.  But there were also the dawdlers who failed to understand that a stray spark could blow up the building, and they... moved... slowly.  Maybe they were just inherently stupid, I don't know.  There was a woman who became rather adamant that we ring her up, and her cart was rather full.  Of course, we shut her down and told her she needed to leave the building immediately.
In the end, UGI turned off the gas and we were all allowed back in the building - 2 hours later.  The man who wanted the sink, the woman with the paint chip, and the aggravated woman at the registers?  They never returned.  I don't think those people will ever understand that their inconvenience could very well have turned out to be fatal for them.  Imagine, dying because you can't decide on a paint color.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Particularly about: Bikes, customers, and Trump

Today's Sunday and I get to work a split shift.  That means I go in at my standard 10:30, work 6 hours, go home, and then go back to work at 8 this evening.  Today is our Success Sharing meeting, where they hand out our bonuses for the previous 6 months.  Mine's going to be nice, not nearly what it used to be, but still, for an hourly associate, rather nice.  I'm going to use it to pay off my Amex because I'm going to add a toasty bit to that account when I purchase my new bike.  As for the particular Cannondale I'm going to buy?  Well, I've pretty much settled, in my head at least on the Synapse Carbon Disc Ultegra.

As you can see, it's red.  Red is very important.  There's a Synapse that costs about $600 less, and that's very nice, but it's blue.  I'm not a blue person.  My eyes might be blue, and I might wear shirts that have blue in them, and blue jeans, but that's about it.  My favorite colors are red and green, mostly red, the color of Mars, the god of War...  what can I say?  Maybe it's because I'm a Scorpio.
So, I had a particular customer yesterday.  I knew she was particular because she told me so.  "I'm very particular," she'd said, as she jostled the baby swaddled to her bosom.  She had another sitting in her shopping cart and right of the bat that she was showing her particularity by being as racially diverse when it came to having children.  When her mother pointed out to her that the carpet she particularly liked would cost over $7000 she sighed and said "but it's what I like."  Her parents need to get her off of her meds and into counseling as fast as possible if they don't want this particular person to have life that's totally screwed.  I mean, I can't even imagine her attempting to raise children.
And I saw this interesting opinion in Bloomberg this AM, on how the Idiot Jerk in the White House is on the verge of selling out his base.  And, of course, I had to laugh.  While the media was reporting on his treatment of contractors, how he reneged on contracts, and sought legal action when contractors fought back, his Trumplodite Bonga Wongas listened only to his Tweety words consistently trumpeting 'fake news.'  And now the Idiot Jerk says "the wall can wait."  The EU says he's shifting on his Paris Climate Control opinion.  Oh, and maybe immigrant children should be allowed to stay.  They are throwing up a crazy shit storm on John Kelly, Trump's Nanny, or at least that's what some are calling the White House Chief of Staff.  Of course, they didn't want to believe the truth.  They wanted to believe the Idiot Jerk, a turd of a human being who has only one true loyalty, and that's to himself.

Friday, September 15, 2017

From the first French Grand Prix

Today is Friday and it is the 3rd day of 6 days in a row.  I didn't sleep well last night, kept wondering if what I was feeling in my lower groin could be classified as pain, or just pressure.  Mostly, it's just pressure because everything being held back by my abdominal muscles is trying to push a way out through the bulge, which is in my lower groin, just about as far down as you can go.  This is what I can look forward to for at least 19 more days.  Shit.
Anyway, since I can't go to the gym and my Cardio is limited to gentle peddling on my bike, I've decided to do a little work in my dinning room.  This morning the drapes came down.

That's right, I have a lot of windows, and since I also have a southern exposure on that side of the house, lots and lots of sunlight all year round.  In the winter, with the leaves off of the trees, the brightness is almost unearthly.  At one point there was a window seat there, but at some time in my homes 112 year history someone thought it would be a good idea to get rid of it.  This is fine because it adds square footage to the dinning room.
First off, the raspberry trim is going to go, replaced by Toasted Sesame, the same color as the trim in the living room.  Oh, and the boarder along the ceiling is going to go.  In my crazier, younger years, I thought grapes and grape leaves would go well with the color of the trim... not so much now.  And that coat rack on the left?  That's going to be history.  I went through my coat closet and sent a lot of my jackets and coats to Community Aid so there's plenty of space.
To the right of the futon you'll see the curving top of an old, wooden hat box.  Think of it as an antique.  I don't know when it was made, but it was originally used by a woman who could afford to wear one of those large hats popular in the early 1900's.  There are several inked stamps on the lid, mostly in German, with dates.  One of the dates you can read is from the First French Grand Prix, which means this hatbox is most likely older than my house.
Isn't life amazing?

Thursday, September 14, 2017

"It," just might creep you out

I went to see "It," and I liked "It."  While being classified in the Horror genre, the film is actually more of a creepy, suspenseful thriller (emphasis on creepy) with elements of horror thrown in for good measure.  In the original draft some of the children, like Stan, had been replaced with composites.  Wisely, they are all present with all their idiosyncrasies, and their parents, in the final screenplay.  Their parents are very important.  They come off as insensitive, and creepy, and bad, and, in the end some are worse than "It."  This movie does more than flirt with pedophilia, and child abuse, and bullying, they are on full display.  Their parents are what make the 'losers' so strong.  Because of their parents, these children can look into the face of evil and say "I'm not afraid of you."
And "It" is  creepy scary, filled with scenes of family pictures on a slide projector, and chocolate Easter eggs, and gushing blood, and balloons, lots and lots of red balloons.  And clowns of course.  Clowns that eat children.

My surgery consultation isn't until 10/4 and until then I'm limited in what I can do... like just about nothing at all, except ride the bike on the trainer.  Everything else I do requires using my abs.   When I asked my Dr about cardio he said "walking is okay."  Walking?  That's about it.  So I'm kind of like saying "shit" all of the time.  Another thing is that I never knew hernias were that common... until I went to work yesterday and found myself surrounded by a sea of voices clamoring "I had one," "I had one," "I had one."  Cashier Judy said "I had a triple and when they were fixing it my lung collapsed."  Holy shit.  Anyway, I can't wait until it is fixed because right now I feel as though I'm turning into a load.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Fitting myself up with a new bike

So, I get to go back to work today.  Can you tell how excited I am?
My brother, who vacationing with all of his kids down in North Carolina texted me, asking when my surgery is going to be.  I told him that I didn't know.  They will call and give me a couple of dates, until them it's just a waiting game.  If anything happens before then, I'll go to the new Pinnacle Health West Shore Hospital, which is about 2 miles away.  That might actually suit me better since it's close to home.
Yesterday I went to the World Cup Ski and Cycling store in Camp Hill and made an appointment to get fitted for a new bike.  My old bike would be fine if my legs were about 2 inches longer, unfortunately, even though my legs are rather shapely, they're on the short side.  How short?  I have a 28.5 inch inseam.  Buying pants has always been a bitch.  This means both my torso and my arms are longer.
Anyway, I'm looking at getting another Cannondale, moderately priced, of course, which means I'm not going to spend $5000 on a bike.  However, this dealer also handles Pinarello bikes and let me tell you, they are nothing to slouch at.  Imported from Italy, they are a bit pricier, but I put them on the same level as Cervellos.  So, what I'm really hoping for is that my surgery doesn't happen, and nothing pops out, before next Tuesday.

This one

Or maybe?

This one

The Pinarello is about $300 more... but it is red.
However, that decision isn't going to be made for about 3 or 4 weeks, not until after the surgery and things are healing.  I mean, why would I buy a bicycle which I'm not going to be able to ride?
And I see where the Idiot Jerk is sending some sort of voter fraud commission to New Hampshire.  For years the GOP has been shrieking about voter fraud, and do you know why?  They are so full of themselves they just can't believe they are, in fact, the minority party.  This means that when they lose an election the only viable reason is voter fraud, fake votes.  These claims will continue until the party gets voted out of existence.  End of story.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Life's little dramas

Well, the alarms are going off on my phone, my tablet, and my computer - my new furniture gets delivered today.  That's big news, right?
And I'm also supposed to go see "IT" this evening, and that big news, but not soooo big news.
I got the really big news yesterday afternoon, around 3:45 PM.
About 2 weeks ago, while I was doing crunches, I actually heard something sloshing in my intestines, and felt it as well, which is very odd.  There was no pain, just that disgustingly weird feeling and sound.  And then I developed a slight burning in my lower right groin and I thought... shit, could I be having appendicitis?  There was no nausea and it wasn't constant, so unlike every other man on the planet, I decided to get it checked out.  So, yesterday afternoon my doctor at the VA outpatient clinic, wearing a pair of bright blue gloves, did the groping thing and found... nothing.  When I told him I noticed the feeling when I was doing crunches, he had me lay back on the examining table and do a crunch.  Right off the bat he said "Oap, there it is."
So I questioned, "there what is?"
"You have a hernia," he said.  Evidently when I do crunches, the stuff inside bulges up against my abs making an obviously, visible lump where it's almost pushing through the muscle.  Notice, I said almost.  There's nothing actually oozing through... yet.  And, since that will end up being the eventuality, I'm going to have it fixed.
Just like in that old game "Operation," except nothing is coming out.  Evidently they inflate your skin and then put in some sort of mesh to keep things from popping out (now, wouldn't that be disgusting?)  I'll be off work for about 3 weeks.
My doctor said that they might offer me a choice, either the mesh inside or a truss outside.  A truss... now would that be attractive at the gym?
I can still do cardio, just no strength training, no crunches, and no lifting anything over 5 lbs.  When I told him I was doing 160 lb leg presses he said, "stop that now."  Shit.
Everybody is going like "Oh, my," and "Oh, no," and I'm like... "I'm going to check out a possible new bicycle this morning, before my furniture gets here."
I don't know why some people feel the need to create drama when something like this happens?

Monday, September 11, 2017

Eagles Won!

Well, I went to see the Eagles / Redskins play at FedEx Field yesterday and got a little sun.  I've never been to a professional football game before, so the experience was new.
Shortly after we pulled out cars into the parking area I realized I was in no way a 'tailgate' person.  Taking a half an hour to set up a 'camp site' so you can grill some sausages and burgers and drink a beer or two, or throw back a couple of 'oyster vodka shooters (Joe, my brother-in-law's contribution), seems a bit pointless.  In fact, tearing the set-up down took longer than setting up because you have to deal with garbage.
The walk to the stadium took about 10 minutes.

Joe, my brother-in-law in green, by brother's in the jersey
And, of course, once we were inside I had a picture taken with my brother with the entire stadium behind us.

What's funny is that I weigh 187 and he weighs 203 and I'm a half in taller... so I have no idea why it looks like I'm pregnant.  
The game, itself, was actually fun!  That's right, I had a good time.  I was surprised by the number of obvious gay men there.  They balanced out those loud mouthed Trump supporters who showed up with chubby wives - matching tattoos?  give me a break!  Or the pimp with his 'blue ho' (blue hair, blue lips, blue nails, and blue, velvet outfit).
There were 3 young men sitting to my right and they were a hoot!  At one point a Neil Diamond song was played, the one where he sings "touching you, touching me, touching you," and those 3 young men sang along and touched, and I almost fell out of my seat laughing.
If you're someone who watches football and TV and wonder what happens during the commercial breaks... well, nothing.  Everything stops.  The players stand there.  Sometimes people run towels out to the players so they can wipe the sweat from their brows.

A commercial break
So, would I go to another football game?  Sure, I had fun.  There were a couple of drunks, and slutty looking women, and rednecks, but there were also guys in their Daisy Dukes and tight T-shirts and bearded men who leaned against each other as they watched the game.  The whole thing was... surprising.
Oh, and the Eagles won!  My Dad was a big Eagles fan and while he was alive he went to 7 or 8 games... and they always lost.  Yesterday they won, so I figure that game was for my Dad.