Not Nearly

 My weekend begins today.  That sounds odd when you consider my workweek only started yesterday.  Hours wise, this will be a lite week for me, only 20.4 hours spread out over 3 days, the longest being on Thursday when I'll be working almost a full 8 hours.  This is fine.

For those who don't keep track, 1962 Americans died of Covid over the past 24 hours.  You can guess who they were.  More power to them and their freedom.  I don't think they understand that freedom is a two way street: we no longer have to listen to them bitch and moan about how their freedom to mask, or not to mask, to get vaccinated, or not, is more important than curtailing the spread of Covid.

Last evening I watched "Journey to the Center of the Earth," the 1959 version.  I remembered seeing it as a kid when 20th Century Fox re-released it (studios did that back then since were no streaming services and VHS players were in the distant future).  I later read the novel and realized the movie had very little in common with Jules Verne's story, which had neither romance, nor Pat Boone running around wearing only a pair of shorts for over an hour.  Two things I decided after last night's viewing:  Pat Boone was extremely well tanned when he made the movie, and he was not nearly as attractive I originally thought.

And, how about that fight between Boebert and Ohnan?  For those who haven't been paying attention, the short version is that Boebert said Ohnan might be a terrorist.  They had some sort of conference call which was supposed to lessen the tension, and which failed.  Keep in mind, Boebert is white, unintelligent, and a Cracker Jack Crazy Christian.  Ohnan is a Muslim.  Boebert is desperate because she realizes that for varying reasons, including Covid, every day there are less people like her in the United States and more people like Ohnan.  In the end, things will go badly for Boebert because of her inability to come to terms with reality.  No loss.