Post It

Saturday.  It's difficult to tell if the store is going to be busy today or not... mostly because of the temps.  We're supposed to hit 65 (F) and there is that group of non-thinking customers who fail to realize we still have a little over 2 months of winter ahead of us.  Believe me when I tell you some moron is going to show up with a trailer and want to buy 15 bags of mulch...  And then they'll complain (and there will be more than one) why isn't it on sale?  And you can bet we'll have one or two asking when we're getting our tomato plants?  Cause you know, tomorrow the temps will soar in the high 60's (F) again.
Starting tomorrow I'm off for 3 days.  That will be nice.  My first complete read through of "The Body in the Well" is going... well.  The polishing starts, lines get tightened, and I start going through all of those little post-it notes, the ones reminding me certain points need to be made.  If you go see  "Knives Out," part of the set decoration was having quite a number post-it notes stuck to the wall above Christopher Plummer's writing desk.  Might aren't on the wall.  Mine aren't on a wall, they're on a pad on my desk.  Believe me, they are very important.  Here are some of them... now, the question you need to ask yourselves are these clues... or red herrings?

I saw where Mary Anne Dippy Do has dropped out of the campaign.  The fact that she believed her message was going to win her the presidency is an indicator of just how far away she is from reality.
Oh, and the Idiot Jerk's campaign began heating up their attacks on Bernie.  The truth is Bernie is a lot like Mary Anne Dippy Do, his supporters just don't realize it.  Still, the more jibs and jabs the Idiot Jerk gets from different points is going to wear on his campaign.  The Republican's Moral Degenerate in the White House doesn't deal well with attacks.  He loses his cool.  His obvious lies start announcing themselves with fireworks.  Blatant stupidity is his Achilles Heel.

Pricked

Okay, so today is Thursday... it seems like only yesterday it was... Thursday.  It is Thursday, isn't it?
My 2020 Roar calendar arrived yesterday.  Roar used to be Warwick Rowers.  They've grown.  Now there are coyly posed naked men from other rowing teams, as well as other sports, gracing the months, including Team Sky sports.  I was curious to see if there were any cyclists included, however this year they didn't identify the men.  At least not on the print copy.
And, speaking of cycling, I rode 20.23 miles yesterday as part of one of the challenges I need to complete to move up to Elite cyclist.  It took me 98 minutes.  My legs didn't bother me nearly as much as my butt.  Son of a bitch!  I could feel every stitch of fabric in my shorts when I was finished!
Last night I went to see "Knives Out."  It's a mystery with some serious comic overtones.  I enjoyed the film immensely.  The acting is top notch.  Don Johnson is in it.  I haven't seen him in anything for a long, long time.  He's aging well.  A clean shaven Chris Evans is here too, with really pink lips.  I'm glad to see he's getting roles outside of the 'superhero' genre.  Toni Collette is amazing as Joni, one of the siblings squabbling for a piece of the inheritance pie.  I love a good mystery, and this one's good.  There is a treasure trove of clues and red herrings which delightfully confuse and lead the viewer down the wrong garden path.  And dogs, of course, in fact, one of the first things you see are the dogs.

And I saw where Justin Timberlake made a public apology to his wife for holding hands with someone else.  Can you imagine that?  He found himself suddenly being attacked by all those social media knives.  They are now both judge and jury as to what he can and cannot do.  As I was reading that snippet, I began to wonder just who these people were, the one who dictate to Justin how he lives his life.  It took me all of about 2 minutes.  You see, right after seeing that headline, I went over to Amazon to look for a digital clock for the cycling room.  Lo and behold, they were advertising the Chris Pratt store on their Home Page.  The Chris Pratt store?  That's when I knew just who exactly Justin was afraid of... the same group who buy shit from the Chris Pratt store.  Not too smart, but easily influenced by celebrity.  The last thing their idols want is for them to pull out their sharp, little, vengeful knives.
Just like the Idiot Jerk in the White House, who for so many, many years enjoyed wielding the knife.  Now barely a minute goes by without him being pricked.