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. 

Starting Here

 I am pleased to announce that at 3:47 PM yesterday I received notice that the credit for the printer I returned had been processed.  Now, ain't that nice?  Now some might think the first thing I did upon getting home from work was to order another printer... well, I didn't.  I don't have that sense of urgency in regard to purchasing one.  All of those color images I want to print off are not going to suddenly disappear.  I have no desperate little demand inside which needs to be satisfied, unlike so many others who fail the test of patience.

I saw on one of the news feeds I check daily that Jade... something or other (one of Lori Loughlin's spawn) has uploaded a video to YouTube.  I cannot imagine anyone actually choosing to be an 'influencer' as their vocation in life.  Doesn't this say more about her growing ego then anything else?

Oh, and if you want to sign a petition to get Frankie Graham fired click here.  There is a growing movement to terminate him from his job because he's still a pusher of lies.  I have no problem with this petition, in fact, I encourage people to sign.  Never forget that when Covid was doing it's worst in New York City, he set up a hospital and then forced nurses and aid workers to sign a Cracker Jack Crazy agreement of hate.  This fool may be a believer, but he is no Christian.

The last of my necessary tax documents was dropped into my mailbox yesterday.  Yippee.  I have off tomorrow, so guess what I'm gong to be doing?  That's right, filing my taxes.  Except for one year, I have always gotten refunds.  I will also admit, I have never had a problem paying taxes, but then I'm not some cheap ass Republican pissing and moaning about where every little penny of my tax dollars gets spent.  

And speaking of Republicans, or maybe I should say Conservatives, or perhaps Cheap Ass Bigots, I understand there are a number of them complaining about Garth Brooks' performance at the Inauguration.  Isn't this always the case?  I remember Obama holding out an Olive Branch and they all summarily said "screw you."  This is why we need to vote them all into the party of obsolescence.  They will always refuse to compromise.  The only way to shut them up is to put them down.  So, let's start here... and now.   

Magical Thinking

Honestly, I feel as though I could go back to sleep.  Yes, it is one of those mornings.  Today is my Friday... kind of... so to speak since I am off tomorrow.  Then it's back a day and then off a day.  I don't have consecutive days off until January 26.  Crap.

Yesterday was steady at work.  Typically, this time of year the retail slow down is well under way, not this year.  Looking at our daily sales boggles the mind.  Customers are investing in big ticket items, like new kitchens and decks.  Flooring?  Meh, not so much so.

I ordered a color printer last evening.  I already own a nice little black and white HP printer which is going to be moved downstairs by the desk.  That will be handier for me since I print off a lot of pages while I'm writing in order to note changes I want to make in the manuscript.  This makes editing a lot easier for me.  It's a Canon and I'll be able to print of pictures straight from my phone.  Now, won't that be nice.  Soon my will will be covered with pictures like this!!!

Biggie has a duck in his mouth

I saw in the LA Times a number of publishers have decided not to publish ''tell-all books' written by those who stuck with the Idiot Jerk in the White House for all of his years.  You do know this is what many were planning on doing.  This is how Karma works.

And I saw some blurb about Melanoma firing her agent.

Oh, and apparently rifts are splintering supporters of the Idiot Jerk who stormed Congress.  The white supremacists are fed up with the magical thinking of the qanon conspiracy theorists.  I laughed out loud at the magical thinking.  In a nutshell (and I truly mean nutshell), the Cracker Jack Crazy q's believe there is going to be national blackout for 10 days after which the Idiot Jerk will triumphantly emerge, executing all of the Satanic pedophiles, as well as his enemies, for a second term in the presidency.  You may want to read that twice... or maybe even three times to get the gist of the magical thinking.  Whoever thought the rabid fans of Twilight would move from sparkling vampires into politics.   Believe me, you just can make this shit up.