Ginni, Ginni, Ginni

 Here it is Friday.  I stepped on my Withings scale yesterday and instead of looking down and seeing how much weight I had horrifyingly gained, I saw this message:  Set Up.  Son of a bitch.  I was set up.  I weighed myself just a couple of days back.  The only time I get this message is when I replace the batteries.  That wasn't done.  I will go through the process of setting it up, but I'm thinking this might be a sign that it needs to be replaced... perhaps with something that doesn't have all the bells and whistles.

I will need to do some work on the aquariums today.  

Last night I watched the first episode of Halo.  I liked it.  Definitely to violent for the kiddies.  I saw that Amblin Entertainment is one of the producers, which means Spielberg is in some tiny way involved.  I'm not the only one who thinks it's good.  Let me warn those who are gamer squeamish, the series is based on a video game.  Believe me, this is not like the game.

Of course, so many have now heard about Virginia Thomas' texts to Mark Meadows.  At one time he was Donald (just call me the spawn of Satan) Trump's Chief of Staff. He was also, at one point, sort of working with the January 6 committee... but that stopped.  No doubt at Ginni's urging because those texts, if not treasonous, reveal the depth of her corruption.  You do know who Ginni is, don't you?  The wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas?  You know?  The Oreo who probably rarely gets dipped in Ginni's glass of milk.  You have to wonder if the only reason Ginni and Clarence are married is so she can influence his Conservative decisions on the Supreme Court.  Now we know why he was the only dissenting voice when it came to releasing White House documents, including texts.  Remember that?  Maybe that's why he's in the hospital.  The ugly truth about Ginni has been revealed.