What the Future will Bring

Okay, so it's New Year's Eve and I slept in this morning, in fact Biggie is still snoring on the bed.  In fact, I'm going to go rouse him now so he can go potty outside, otherwise he'll be prancing around like some 2 year old trying to avoid an accident.  Yesterday I did take a quick picture of both dogs on the futon.  Believe me, I have to be fast.  The minute they see me holding my phone up to take a picture they swarm.  They love having their pictures taken.  A friend of mine said that they own that futon... and they do.

So, everywhere we look over the past couple of days are memories and remembrances 2020, and all of them are telling what a shit year it was...  Someone needs to tell these people that they don't need to remind us... we were here... for the entire year.  None of us took a month long vacation to the balmy, hot springs of Venus just to get away.  Nope.

Rather then be like everybody else, I thought I might end this horrid year with bright, shining video of what is to come.  After I watched this, I couldn't help thinking that future is here.  Believe it or not, this kind of made my day. 

 

A vote for Daffy

So, I've begun my 3 weeks of shitty schedules.  That should change during the middle of March when I've scheduled myself to take some vaca time.  I cannot wait.
Last evening, I finished The Body in the Well.  I am so glad.  I've been working on it for 11 months and it's break time.  This morning, I started printing off the first copy for my readers and... I ran out of toner.  Son of a bitch.  That means around 0900 I'm going to have to run in to Staples and pick up a cartridge or two.  For those interested, the book is 94,472 words long.  The copy I print out is 248 pages long, it will be longer when the paperback version comes out, their pages usually only hold about 250 - 300 words.  I suspect it will be available sometime in mid-April.
This means I will also have between 1.5 - 2 hours of free time every evening... for a while at least.  I will enjoy the time, for a while, at least.  Notes are already being taken:  Scotland...castles... secret passageways... and men in kilts.
I do get a chuckle out of all the 'nay' and 'maybe sayers' in politics right now.  A lot of this is media hype.  There's a difference between that and 'fake news.'  The Idiot Jerk's administration call anything unfavorable 'fake news,' all the while pumping its own lies.  Pundits who are desperate for crumbs of attention are pounding their shoes on the table shrieking "who can beat the Idiot Jerk?"  Well, do you want to know who can beat that scumbag?  Here he is!

Now I know some of you are saying "hey, that's an animated character."  That's the point.  There is so much pent up anger and animosity towards the Idiot Jerk and his party, even Daffy Duck, if he could run, would beat the pants off him in November.  Should Bernie get the nomination, no one is going to sit on the fence saying "I'm not a fan, so I'm going to give the Idiot Jerk in the White House another 4 years."  This is why, when people say the Idiot Jerk's going to win in November, I say "hell, even Daffy Duck could kick his ass."  American anger will not be mollified, so do not discount it.

Red Herrings

Remember those collars I ordered for the dogs?  Well, they're not here yet. As an Amazon Prime Member I get 24 hour shipping on most things.  I ordered them on the 18th, a few hours later they arrived at the shipping facility (Parkland, Md) and 45 minutes later those collars were out for delivery.   For those interested, Parkland is 124 miles away.  Right.  20 hours later I got a delay message: 'possible delay, product arrived at the wrong shipper facility.'  There was no activity on Sunday.  On Monday, they shipped from Parkland and in the same minute were delayed - wrong shipper facility.  The same thing happened yesterday.  I chatted with Amazon.  They gave me a $5 credit on my next purchase.  Of course, no one knows where the collars are.  Oh, and they were shipped through the US Postal Service.  If the collars don't arrive today, I can file for a full refund tomorrow. Yippee.
Yesterday afternoon I had the joy of sitting at my car dealership for 45 minutes while they reprogrammed my ignition coil...  My recall was not related to a specific part, rather, there was a glitch in the programming which on some occasions continued running the ignition after the motor started.  Everything is fixed now.  The code is in order.

red her·ring

/ˈˌred ˈheriNG/

noun

1. 1.

   a dried smoked herring, which is turned red by the smoke.

   Similar:

   bluff

   blind

   ruse

   feint

   deception

   subterfuge

   hoax

   trick

   ploy

   device

   wile

   sham

   pretense

   artifice

   cover

   smokescreen

   distraction

   expedient

   contrivance

   machination

   dodge

   put-on

   put-up job
2. 2.

   something, especially a clue, that is or is intended to be misleading or distracting.

   "the book is fast-paced, exciting, and full of red herrings"

Can you hear my evil laugh now?

And Moscow Mitch struck up the crazy, conservative, republican band yesterday and played the tune everybody was expecting to hear.  He is a desperate man struggling to keep the Idiot Jerk's base from questioning... anything.  He wants to make sure those little republican robots pull the little republican lever when they're in the voting booth 10 months from now.  He realizes the truth.  In 2016 droves of voters stayed away from the polls because they believe Hillary was going to win.  They may not have liked her, but they decided to stay home and let other Centrist voters put her into office.  While those voters sat on their hands, the Idiot Jerk's base showed up at the polls in droves.  In spite of that, he still lost the popular vote, slinking into office through the Electoral College.  In 2020, all those Centrists who didn't vote are going to lined up to pull the lever.  The Idiot Jerk is going to be fired.  Moscow Mitch understands this quite well, so he will do anything and everything to keep the republican base loyal.  At this point he's no doubt praying for a marginal lose by the Idiot Jerk.  Sorry, that ain't going to happen.  

Welcome to 2020

Welcome to 2020.  We are entering a very visible year, filled with foresight, and hindsight.  This is the year we begin to see clearly... you know?  2020 vision.  For some of us, this is going to be a very good year.  For other, like the Idiot Jerk in the White House, this will be the worst year of their lives.  This is the year when we will get to see the true effects of Karma. 
As for me?  I slept in this morning.  Mostly because this is my first day off after working 6 in a row.  I get to go back to work tomorrow.  And I'll be back in the store again on Friday, but then I get 3 off in a row.  In fact, my schedule for the next 2 weeks isn't bad... but then I crash into another 6 day stretch.  I really hate those long weeks.  I will have to endure them for another year... until my car is paid off.  After that, I'm thinking of cutting back on my hours.
Now that we're in a New Year, I've decided to set a goal for myself in cycling - to ride over 2,000 miles.  That means 800 more than I did last your.  This, I think, is very do-able.  A challenge for me would be 2,500...  so maybe I set that as my goal. 
A couple of books on Scotland have been ordered - for research purposes.  I like doing research.  The moment I stop filling my head with information will be a sad day, indeed. 
I'm still getting flowers on my Christmas Cactus. 

There are at least more buds waiting to open.

Irresolution

New Years Eve and it's my... Friday... again.  My fifth day Friday was yesterday.  This is my sixth day Friday.  I don't have to work tomorrow.  That doesn't mean I'm going to let my ass get sloshed tonight.  Nope.  I think it rather odd that some will stay up, celebrate the coming New Year with way too many libations, and then spend the first day of that New Year recovering from a hangover.  Ask yourself, is that how you really want to start the next decade?
And, of course, there are a lot of bumble brains out there who jump right into their pre-failure mode and set resolutions.  By now, you'd think they'd know just how badly their going to fail.  They don't.  And they always just shrug off these failures.  That tells you quite a bit about their lack of fortitude.  Makes you wonder how many other failures they've had in their lives.  I don't understand the ability to dust your resolve with lack of importance, stow it in the forgetful box, and hope you can remember to unpack it next year.  Maybe what these people should do is make irresolutions instead. Yeah, don't that make you nod your head?  That makes so much more sense if you're a bumble brain.  Irresolutions take away the commitment... and responsibility.

That's from Patrick Henry.  Remember him?  He's also responsible for that catchy little phrase "give me liberty, or give me death."  Believe me, Republicans hate that phrase.  In their world view, they desperately want to circumscribe liberty with very narrow lines.  They do not believe in Democracy.  Keep the truth alive.  Show your resolve.  Be resolute.  Vote Blue.

The Next Part

Well, my Christmas week schedule is out.  Not bad, if I have to say so.  I'm off work form 12/22 -12/25, going back on the 26th.  The store will be decently staffed that day:  Returns.  That's when the dog beds, and Olaf pillows, and faux copper frying pans get returned.  Yeah, for a home improvement store, we sell a lot of crap on Black Friday.  This year, for a change, we did not sell pink and blue rocking horses, nor did offer kid sized motorcycles.  Yepper, for the past 4 years our Black Friday offerings included kid-sized motorcycles.  Now I know you're asking yourselves what kind of moron buys a motorcycle for and 8 or 9 year-old?  The same kind who voted for the Idiot Jerk in the White House. 
And, speaking of Christmas, in previous years Black Friday initiated the change in our canned music to Christmas carols.  That's all we heard, from the minute the store opened to the second we locked our doors at night.  Not so this year.  Except for our Crazy Christian associates, everyone is quite pleased.  Now we hear a carol, and then 3 or 4 non-holiday songs.  Now, I know there are a lot of you out there gasping in horror.  What's Christmas without Burl Ives?!  Knowing your addiction well, I got a clip for you just to ease your shakes and tremors.  If you're like me, you can skip to the next part.

The Next Part.

With Harris out of the presidential race, I know there are those out there wringing your handkerchiefs crying where's our diversity?  Where's our diversity?  Well, we still have a gay man running, as well as an Asian, an African American, and way too many septuagenarians.  Our most important goal right now is not to put the most liberal, diverse candidate into the White House.  The goal we must prioritize is the removal of the Idiot Jerk.  No matter how desperately some of you might be hoping the impeachment will do this for us... it ain't gonna happen.  Congress is going to let the voters do the dirty work.  That way they can say it was the judgment of the American People.  So, what we all need to do is put on our stompin' shoes.  We need to stomp them down so hard, so when the 2020 election is over they're not going to know what hit them.

Peachy

It's Tuesday... and I'm off work!  Happy Dance!  Happy Dance!
As usual, I have lots of things planned.  I want to hang a shelf beneath the big screen TV to hold my PS4 and my Xbox One.  This will eliminate a small table in my living room.   Space... it's all about space.  I don't like clutter.  I don't want to be completely surrounded by furniture.
I thought it was interesting how the Idiot Jerk's administration pushed back after Pelosi said that if he lost by a small margin, he would try and stay.  She's right, of course.  The only way he and his spawn can avoid jail time is to stay in power.  Personally, I believe he'll lose by a rather large margin.  A much more likely scenario will be his being helicoptered from the White House to a nearby airfield where a waiting plane will whisk him off to...  Moscow, maybe?  I don't know.  Where do ex-tyrant wannabes go?
Why do I think he's going to run away?  Because of this:  when you have this many Federal Prosecutors saying if he weren't president he would have been indicted, it's bad.  He is going to everything possible to save his orange ass from going to jail.  That cute one hour conversation he had with his blow bro Vlad?  I'm sure his buddy said "don't worry, we have your back in 2020."  This is going to get ugly.  His base will rally...  What they don't realize is that those cute little, red MAGA hats they wear are not going to keep them safe from a good wack upside their heads.  When the smacking starts to happen they're going to stomp their feet and scream terrible words!  Let's be honest here, without his Twitter account the Idiot Jerk in the White House is nothing more than a spineless sack of shit.
Finally, pictures!  No, not of the royal British / American baby boy.  Something better!  My peach!

And the really great news is that I have more than one!  Now, ain't that peachy!

A slut for Vlad

It's Saturday and I am definitely not in a park and it is definitely not the 4th of July.  Nope.  It's drizzling outside and going to be like this for the rest of the day.  Tonight... storms.  All the rain that's drenching the central states is moving east.  So far May has been off to a wet start.
I saw where Oprah was talking about Mayor Pete and either tried to be funny... or something worse.  She said she had problems saying Buttigieg and so called him either Buttabeep or Buttaboop.  I wonder what she'd say if people did the same with her name, you know?  I mean, is this her way of being humorously judgmental?
Anyway, sometime this evening I will hit my hump moment.  From then it's a downhill slide until Tuesday.  Unfortunately, that is the only day off I have in what is an 8 day stretch.  Not that we're busy.  Things are always slow in flooring at this time of the year.  It's garden time!  and lawn time!  These are the months when people think about building decks, or putting in patios.  If they have kids, this is not prime carpet month... not with summer around the corner, when little feet will be running in and out, and in and out.
And, of course, the Idiot Jerk in the White House and his bromo / homo love interest Vlad gushed to each other during an hour long phone conversation.  The Idiot Jerk cackled and giggled about 'no collusion.'  What the Idiot Jerk didn't know was that while he was flirting his ass off, Vlad was approving plans for Russian involvement in the 2020 election.  Vlad is more concerned with knocking America out of the number one spot in super powers.  He wants Russia to be the most powerful country in the world.  Of course, the Idiot Jerk will give him what he wants, he doesn't care if the world thinks he's a slut for Vlad.
Oh, dear me, it's almost time to go to work.  I have a decent little carpet sale going through today:  single older couple, no kids.
Since, today is May the 4th I might as well do say what everybody else is saying: