It appears there will be some wintry wet/frozen weather here the next couple of days. And there will be a few with the high in the 20s over the next week. I absolutely detest this development. Winter seeks deeper into the bones, and quicker, after chemo. But, what are you gonna do? I have plenty of propane, a sixer of tall-boys, a full bottle of Bulleits, and some chips. The parka, the gloves, and the trapper hat are ready, if needed. Glynis is sprawled out, taking up six of the ten open sqaure feet in the cabin. If I had some tomato sauce, I’d whip up some cheap chili. Maybe I’ll make a run to the truck stop, see if they have a dusty can of it there, or just heretically wing it with some Rotel.
NB: Write 1330. Write 1:30pm. However, write 01:30pm, complete with superfluous leading zero, and your obtuseness is going to really irritate the crap out of me.
Google Maps is making me cuss, very heavily, very profanely. The “old” one can’t send stuff to your phone, like it used to be able to do. The “new” one has none of my previously saved information. So, Pegman, I hope you die much-hated.
Is it too late to get into the Windows Mobile game? Oh, wait — there are about six versions.
How about iOS? No experience here, but I keep reading that there’s trouble on the Google-Apple front, as well. Plus, I’d have to replace everything at three to four times the cost.
How about a Razr, a road atlas, and a Mapsco? Bet that shit still works, if anyone makes them any more.
Keeping up with our left-coast rivals…I enjoy any angst emanating from Orange County Angels of Anaheim in Los Angeles.
So now Arte Moreno doesn’t want to pay?
After Albert Pujols and Josh Hamilton, C.J. Wilson and Vernon Wells, Torii Hunter and Gary Matthews Jr.?
After throwing around money like Fernando Rodney once did baseballs in Anaheim – somewhat wildly and with decreasing degrees of effectiveness – the Angels owner today is tightening the finances?
What does he think this is, another negotiation with Mike Trout?
Hey, it’s Moreno’s money. He can spend it or sit on it any way he likes. The guy must be a phenomenal businessman, a certain amount of brilliance needed to convince Fox Sports that 20 seasons of Angels telecasts are somehow worth $3 billion.
Moreno’s team has had a payroll in excess of $120 million in each of the past four seasons. If that’s not enough of a commitment for you, go root for the Padres.
Apparently, Mark Trumbo could conceivably be on the block. That gives me a bit of Prince Fielder regret. I doubt we could pry him away from a division rival, though.
Also, this is not something that should be coming out of the mouth of a man employed by the OCR:
The winter meetings are coming in December in Orlando and what better place to flex Moreno’s Visa card than in America’s most plastic city?
Anaheim and Orlando, two peas in the same Disney pod.
Never would have guessed that. Mine were better today, but still not golden. I think they’re cooking too hot. And where in the hell am I going to get a potato ricer??? Also, this is the kind thing that needs to be cooked in job lots, with all the damn washing up that comes from it. Doing it for one serving makes for a depressing sink.
This is part of a continuing series wherein I attempt to find foodstuffs that can be eaten with my “constricted throat causing difficulty swallowing.” I wish I had another baking dish full of dressing and another quart of giblet gravy. That was awesome, and filling.
More surf music, please…
Please remember, if you are an online shopper, I urge you to use my Amazon link for your Amazon purchasing needs. This doesn’t cost you one thin dime, and it put’s nickels in my pocket for book purchases. Books are vital for slowing the chemo-induced, teevee-accelerated dissolution of TFG’s brain, which has served him well, if spottily, over the years.
This link is thoughtfully provided in a form that is easily click-draggable to your Bookmarks bar, or you can bookmark it once you click it, for YEAR-ROUND USAGE! Any such usage, during the holiday shopping season or year-round, is greatly appreciated, because outside of such frivolities like health care, books are my largest expense.
I personally don’t have any idea what it takes to be a good email marketer. This might serve as a good starting point for those of you who are interested in becoming a good email marketer. I do, on the other hand, get a lot of email marketing, and I do respond to a very few, mostly. This, in fact, is quite a good example of such a response.
I did an FTP command line GET for Mosaic back in ’93 on a development Sparc box (from the network.com domain, no less), and it’s been all downhill ever since. Well, the internet tubes have been very, very good to me.
But it was all so the NSA could spy on US citizens, so I apologize. Should have been a forest ranger, like my guidance counselor said.
NBC, head cheerleader for King Obama’s reign, says this like it’s a bad thing:
The paltry number of bills Congress has passed into law this year paints a vivid picture of just how bad the gridlock has been for lawmakers, whose single-digit approval rating illustrates that the public is hardly satisfied with their trickle of legislative activity.
According to THOMAS, the legislative tracking service, this Congress has passed just 52 public laws since it gaveled into session in January.
For them, and their King, it is. For the rest of America, the failure to add more shit to a book that generates three felonies a day for pretty much everyone is a welcome respite.
I’ve frequently said that I would resume voting again if ever there was a man or woman or party or cohort or gang that ran on a Lawtaker-Not-Lawmaker platform. Give ‘em a red pencil and turn ‘em loose.
Also, I would resume voting if there was ever a None of the Above option, that wold allow a seat to go unfilled if there was no one worthy of it.
But I’m dreaming again, ain’t I?
This Mashup of Chris Farley Starring in a Rob Ford Movie Is Perfect
Here’s Kate Upton, in a bikini, in the Antarctic, with penguins:
Here you will find a Kate video, in the Antarctic, and a clicky little slideshow: Remember that time Kate Upton almost melted the polar ice caps and we set it to music?
There, now, don’t you feel all better as you face this grim & gloomy & sleety day in Northeast Texas?