Anora

 Well, Thursday has started out all bright and sunny and warm.  Temps are in the mid 70s (F).  Our projected high is in the low to mid 90s (F) and we are under a heat advisory.  Thunderstorms are not in the forecast, at least not until Saturday and Sunday.  This is what summer is:  hot sunny days.

Yesterday was interesting.  I did a short, low impact upper body workout.  Muscles need time to recover. My main goal is to maintain the muscle mass that I have and, possibly, maybe grow a few more muscle cells.  I've seen men in the 90s who look like big babies because they decided to just sit around and let their bodies atrophy with the years.  That's not going to be me.

I also spent some time chatting with an Hewlett Packard tech who finally got my color printer to work.  Something happened when I switched internet providers and I couldn't get the wifi to work.  He had me connect it with a USB cable to my laptop and then remotely went in and reset it.  The printer is still under warranty, a good thing since it took him about 15 minutes.  I watched as he typed different numbers on different screens and truthfully, there is no way I could have gotten it working again.  Now it prints fine.

I watched Anora last evening.  It won the Palme d'or at Cannes, and the Oscar for Best Picture.  It's about a sex worker who meets and marries the goofy, spoiled son of a Russian oligarch.  It's explicit at times, not X rated, but there is plenty of T& A for those of you who appreciate that sort of stuff; believe me, Black Swan was far more explicit, or Beautiful Things.  Anyway, once they get married the movie turns into a sort of slapstick/screwball comedy.  Oh, and there is a love story, but not between Ani and the rich kid.  I liked it a lot.

Also last night, South Park premiered it's 27th season... and it went after the Orange Anus in a big way.  I tried to find the clip on YouTube where Orangie strips down naked and climbs in bed with Satan who rebuffs him.  Orangie's small genitalia are mentioned several times.  I cackled.  I laughed.  I guffawed.  Video clips were all over Threads, so I suppose they're all over both Zitter and Bluesky.  And what makes this episode so great is that there's no mention of the Epstein files.  Nope.  But Orangie in bed with Satan who rejects him is golden.

And, as everyone should have expected, the Wall Street Journal did drop another tasty piece of dirt about the Epstein files.  Tell me, is any body really shocked to find out that Pammy Jo told Orangie his name was in the files back in May.  Of course, most of us already knew he was quite aware of how his name simply permeates those files, so her dropping that bit of info was no surprise to him.  And because Mikey Johnson shut down Congress for the next month the administration is left with trotting out old chestnuts like Hillary's emails.  August is going to be juicy.