Handsome is...

Well, it's Friday, and while many will post silly memes on Facebook about the end of their work week, as do millions and millions of other people, I get to work tomorrow.
How sad that Al's leaving.  One of our brightest, truest voices is throwing himself on his sword... well, kind of, since he did initiate some unwanted touchy, feely moments with women.  There is a price to pay, and he's paying it with dignity.  By doing so he is illuminating the phony Family Values of the Republicans, the Pussy Grabber, the Child  Predator, that moron Trent Frank from Arizona who wanted women from his office to be surrogate mothers since his wife has fertility issues... at least he says that it's his wife.  Hasn't Trent Frank ever heard of adoption?  Wait, that's right, he's a Family Value Republican so any children would need to come from his gene pool, right?  Dumb shit.  Anyway, Al's leaving office and my money says he's going to torch as many of those phony Family Values asswipes as possible.
I did 35 minutes on the elliptical this AM and felt great.  I'd post the results but there was a Garmin update to my phone and now I've got to re-establish the Bluetooth connection between it and my Fenix 3 HR.  Also, while I was waiting for my surgery, I purchased a Suunto Spartan Sports Watch, which is similar to the Fenix, except the stats it provides tend to be more detailed in a couple of areas.  The only problem I'm having with it is the location.  Even though I've set the thing up for Enola, PA, it seems to want to locate me in the 17th Arrondisement (Paris suburb), which would be nice if I wanted people to think I was working out in France.
And then there's Biggie.  Lily and he were chasing each other around downstairs with a purple squirrel, squeaking it at each other, and teasing each other with it's tail, for a long time this AM.  While she went to take a quick nap, I found him sitting in the computer, training, workout room.

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Handsome dog, isn't he?  That's my gray computer chair to his left which will give you an indicator of just how big he is.

Sing this

Well, here it is... Wednesday and I get to go back to work after 15 days off.  Nice little vacation, eh?  Pretty much so, if you don't count that little surgery I had, and that's turning out to have been more of a nuisance than anything else.
Yesterday was fairly active:  While I didn't ride the bike, I did do 30 minutes on the elliptical, 1.2 miles, to the music of Eli Lieb.

I did do 20 minutes on the bike this AM but stopped when I realized the Kinetic app had failed to connect and I was recording nothing.  Well, I did get a new  Suunto Spartan and that recorded it, which was nice.

Yesterday I also talked to the Big Boy at my Mom's Senior Living Facility about the increase, and when I say Big, I mean Big - I'll bet that guy weighs in at around 380 to 400 pounds, he doesn't have rolls, he has waves.  Anyway, he was all apologetic, saying her increase was incorrect, and that I should throw out the letter I received because they were going to send me a new one.  Personally, I think most of his weight is bullshit, and that if you don't complain they don't reduce your rate.  

Personally, I think John Conyers needs to resign.  If we want to point fingers, we need to point them at everybody, not just the Roy Moores and the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Why look, little Matt Lauer got canned this AM - now who would have ever thought that he was the frisky type?  What people really seem to be forgetting is the power of hormones - they rule our lives, whether we want to admit to it or not, both men and women, neither is immune, and I'm not just talking about sex here, nor am I looking for an excuse for Roy Moore whose predatory behavior was designed by his extremely social conservative beliefs.  No, I'm talking about the daily ebb and flow of estrogen and testosterone.  Let's be honest, I'm sure there a number of both men and women who would like to initiate a private duet with Eli (above) whether he wants to sing with them or not.

And I thought this was an interesting poll.  I can see where they're headed.  Bernie sees it too, except he's way, way too old.  We need a Trudeau or a Macron in this country, one individual whom the majority can get behind and support, one person to lead the way.  Every one wants to lead the chorus and not one of them can carry a tune and until that happens chaos will reign.

Reflections

Well, here it is Wednesday and I'm halfway through my Leave of Absence... let me tell you, I'm not exactly looking forward to going back to work next week.
And yes, I did go see "Justice League" last evening - it wasn't baaaaad.  Ezra Miller definitely stole the show.  Gail Godot showed up and had a cocktail with Ben Affleck (I was wondering if they'd show him sucking down alcohol), and Jason Momoa took off his shirt and swam with the fish.  Ray Fisher was good as Cyborg, what a shame he's saddled down with a clunky cyborg suit.  The only thing that was really baaaaaad was AMC Theater's Premier policy.  You have to pay extra for a Premier membership (I didn't) and that gives you head of the line privileges at the concession stand.  Last night admission tickets were being sold at the.... you guessed it, concession stand which meant Premier Members could skip to the head of the line even if they weren't buying a snack or beverage.  By the time we got our tickets the line of non-Premier Members stretched back 50 feet to the shuttered Box Office, through a set of double doors, and out through the lobby.  Because there are 'family films' showing, there were adults with young children in that line, and they stood and watched while adult Premier Members jumped ahead of them.  This is horrendous customer service, so this AM I sent AMC a rather salty complaint, no language, mind you, just specifics on how big of a failure this policy is.
Oh, and the Idiot Jerk in the White House is supporting Roy Moore... was anybody surprised?  Not really, his desperation stinks worse than a bad mother's soured milk.
And another non-surprise was his administration's attempt to end net neutrality...  This is all about corporate greed, about Internet Providers being able to charge you as much as they want in order for you to watch, and read, and research what ever you want.  Of course Republicans have always been corporate puppets to this really should have been expected.
 Anyway, this morning I hung the last of the decorative mirrors I've been making, and of course I felt I should share.  The walls are going to be painted something called Juniper Berry, once I can move furniture which will make the tiles pop.  You also get to see a reflection of Big Seig as he gazes through the window, reflecting on the world at large...

Mirror, mirror on the wall.

When things fall down

Well, it's Sunday.  I get to work, of course, but then what else is new.  I'm supposed to work tomorrow, the day preceding my surgery, but I may take a personal day.  There are things that I need to get done, especially since I'm going to be laid up for a bit, like rake my front yard.  With all of the really cold nights we've been having, all of the leaves have fallen off of my ginkgo tree... and they did it in one fell swoop (they showered down like yellow rain).

And even though they are beautiful golden color, I purposefully did not want to used the words 'golden' and 'shower' in the same phrase.  Believe me, the last thing I'd ever want to see is the Idiot Jerk in the White House dancing around naked on my front lawn.
And since it's the Sabbath, I thought I'd note some about the White Evangelicals who have no idea how bad a year they're having.  The Associated Press has a really good article on this.  Unfortunately, most of it only deals with Roy Moore, and his self-centered faith.  To have a really good perspective, you need to flash back to all the bad judgement's they've made, like laying their hands on the Idiot Jerk in the White House (in fact there's a whole litany of bad turns they've mapped out with him).  There's also Joel Osteen's unspoken statement that Evangelical Greed is Good and that the only Good Evangelical is a Rich Evangelical.  And, of course, there is Roy Boy who's judged himself to be superior.  For some time they've prayed for a reckoning, however the one on their doorstep is not the Reckoning they wanted, this is their price for their self-deception.  Sadly, they believe that the Idiot Jerk in the White House is going to help them rise up and dominate, rather, he seems to be leading them towards a fall.

Michael Moore, not the truth you think he is

.'Like a lot of you out there, I signed the petition supporting Target for not buckling down to those crazy conservatives whose brains have liquefied into boiled hatred.  And now, like I suppose a lot of you, I'm getting emails from moveon.org.  Most of the time they don't bother me.  They do, however, seem to have a dire fascination with Michael Moore, as if he is their very own Dali Lama, of sorts.  I don't really care for Mr. Moore.  He makes documentaries that appeal to those on the left, and they don't mind that he picks and chooses what they see and hear.  He writes, directs, produces and, I supposed even edits his films.  I suspect he would like to think of himself as a god of the Liberal Elite.  Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Fahrenheit 9/1, much of it was spot on.  However, not all of it.  Mr. Moore knows that in order to fill theater seats he needs to pander to his crowd, the same way Fox News panders to their crowd.  Neither is fair and balanced.  The truth always falls in between total opposites.

Knowing this, you will realized how not surprised I was to receive an email from Mike (since he's evidently now connected with Move On) asking me to donate money.  I'm sure a lot of you received the same email.  Did you notice how he didn't just hawk his latest film once or twice?  Nope, he brought up "Where to Invade Next," 4 times, and always tied to a donation.  And you know he's making money on what he's probably calling 'a tax free donation.  He donates XX copies and then deducts their value from his Income Tax.

Of course, there are a lot of people out there who do believe he is the God of Liberalism incarnate.  He isn't.  Nope.  He's just some fat guy with a bad rinse in his hair trying to make a million or too.