This is Spinal Tap

 Well, this morning it was cold: 21 (F).  I'm betting that's going to kill off the rest of my roses.  As long as my furnace is working, I've no problem with the cold.  The temp in the house is set at 70 (F), and I find that comfortable.  However, if we end up with an extended period of cold weather I usually crank that up a few degrees because there is absolutely no insulation in the walls.

I stayed up late watching TV.  The final 2 episodes of Only Murders in the Building took up over an hour.  I signed up for the cheap Hulu / Disney package.  That means there are commercials.  Added together, there are about 5 minutes worth in each 36 minute episode.  In shows like that I find it acceptable, however, when I watch a movie I don't want to deal with interruptions.  We shall have to see how that goes.  Most of the movies I watch are on Netflix and Prime Video, with an occasional foray into Paramount / Showtime.

And, speaking of movies, probably the one sequel that I was pleased to see being made is for This is Spinal Tap.  Since it was first released, I've probably watched it 5 or 6 times, possibly more.  I mean, what's not to like about a mockumentary about an inept heavy metal band.  Here's the trailer for the first film.  The second has some musical luminaries lined up... like Paul McCartney, and Elton John.

So, did everyone get a chuckle out of Hunter Biden offering to take the witness stand, but only if the hearing is public?  I did.  Of course the GOP, which sees him only as a political tool, another one of those dead horses they like to kick in public since they feel the best way to help their cause is to make up lies about the other guy, has objections.  They want his testimony to be done in private, that makes it easier to manipulate.

And all the living First Ladies gathered yesterday to celebrate Rosalynn Carter's life.  All were in stylish black, except for Melanoma who showed up in a gray tweed.  Some said she was never a team player when the Orange Anus was president, and isn't going to be one now.  For the most part, that's true.  But let's be honest here, that was also her way of saying screw you America, making her truly despicable.

Oh... Fudge

Once again the weekend is upon us.  These are the days that I work.  Six hours are scheduled today.  I'm taking a salmon steak in for lunch.  Maybe douse it with a little lemon to give it a little twang. 

We might be busy at the store, and than again, maybe not.  We're still in the winter doldrums as far as carpet installations go.  That doesn't mean we might not get any window treatment customers.  Honestly, I have so little patience when I deal with them, mostly because so many of them come across as indecisive when it comes to just about every decision.  Color:  Snowstorm white, or pearl white?  There's not a lot of variation between the two.  There are literally twenty different shades of white and some customers will spend up to an hour trying to decide which shade they like best. Corded or cordless?  Corded are less expensive but cordless are easier to operate and safer, especially if you have cats or kids.  As a result, I usually try and hand these customers off to one of my fellow associates. 

As some of you know, when I include and actual location in my stories, i.e. the French Quarter in The Body in Repose, I learn as much as I can about the place without actually going there.  I've been doing the same thing with Mackinac Island, which is renowned for it's fudge.  And, since one of may characters is a candy maker, I decide to order some fudge.  To put it mildly, This Stuff Is Freaking Great!  Believe me when I tell you I could live on this fudge, of course, I'd end up being the size of 5 or 6 houses, but I wouldn't care.  This stuff hits all the right neurotransmitters.  I bought it from Murdicks.

Evidently Rudy the Geee, didn't like Eminem taking a knee during the half-time show, so Stephen Colbert put together a little response.  This is more than a little amusing, and I'm betting Rudy said more than 'oh, fudge.'

And I something amusing about Melanoma Trump squeezing out some pissy moan about how the media was handing her a never ending river of fudge no matter what she did.  Take the issue with her setting up a a scholarship fund for Foster Children.  She when to great lengths to point out this was not a tax exempt group.  And, as usual, Loser #45 weighed in with a sentence or two before he started complaining about the fudge, and how the media kept claiming his samplers were rancid.  This loser will never stop.

 

Will Melania plagiarize again?

 So, what will today bring?  The temps are supposed to be nice, not too humid, not too hot.  I have to work so it doesn't really faze me too much.  The sun is setting earlier, which is fine with me.  I like my daylight but evening is nice as well.  

Another big  bag of dog food was delivered yesterday.  I like this so much better than having to cart them home from the grocery store.

I've decided that next year I'm not going to be putting my tomato plants in containers.  My harvest is small... literally.  My Big Boys are about 2 inches in diameter.  Not a good thing.  The only thing that really did well are my peppers, Jalapenos and Problamos.  They did quite well.  The basil I planted did very well, while the spearmint was very disappointing. 

I didn't watch any of the convention last evening, but evidently Obama lanced the boil we know as the Idiot Jerk and he seethed all over Twitter, in all CAPS, no less.  While the Idiot Jerk's base loves to sweeten their breakfast cereal with his nightly scat droppings, most of us realized a long, long time ago this is what happens when you stick a pointy object into a festering sore.  I wonder who cleans the spray off of his TV?  That must be a really disgusting job.

And, of course, the Idiot Jerk's convention is approaching.  You know, it's always bad to go... 2nd, because his little shit show extravaganza is going to be compared with what's going on right now.  The Democrats are going full steam American, the Idiot Jerk?  My money says he's going to gaudy has hell, an unsocially distanced crowd in a ballroom, and a live speech that's going to run at least an hour and a half and will touch on any and every conspiracy theory that pops into his otherwise empty head.

Just think, before you know it we'll be hearing Melania Trump coo and bill her loving sentiments of the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  ... ...  Well, that's not exactly true.  I'd say most of us are waiting to see if Melanoma plagiarizes Michelle Obama one last time.

Probably not, even money says she's aiming for Jill Biden this year.