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Musings

  • I think I’m just going to cut out the middle man and buy Boo black or gray socks.  It’ll save time, since that’s the state they always seem to get into anyway.
  • This product looks interesting.  I wish they had a peach tree, though.  I want to have one of my descendants say to their children “OK, kids, it’s time to go pick great-grandpa!” or “You get out there and cut a switch off of grandpa.”.
  • When writing fiction, in order to get something exciting to happen, sometimes I have to make my characters do something supremely stupid.  Unfortunately, when I think about it, 9 times out of 10, I have to admit that it’s something I would do if I were in their shoes.
  • Antique store – a place where the best memories of my childhood and my grandmothers’ houses are priced outside of my budget.
  • Heard back from my doctor about the blood work from my check-up.  I’m fat, I need to eat better, and I need to exercise.   I fought back the urge to ask the doctor if she was psychic.

Musings

  • I took Boo to an event titled “Squirrel Appreciation Day” today.  It consisted of activities meant to educate young children about squirrels and their place in our forests.  It was entertaining and interesting, and Boo’s favorite part was the nature walk to spot squirrels and their nests.  By which I mean a death march with toddlers through the park looking for rodents who were smart enough to get away from the horde of kids walking through their neighborhood.
  • The ground hog, which the lady from the local wildlife rescue group brought to show to the kids, was anxious to get out of his carrier.  That is, of course, until he was faced with a room chock full of kids from ages 18 months to 8 years old.  After that, his fight or flight instinct kicked in.
  • I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure the pizza buffet I took Boo to for lunch lost money on the deal.  In related news, I think we’re entering another growth spurt.
  • I set up a Disney song playlist on our favorite music streaming service today.  I’m not sure why I hate myself so much.
    • Half of the songs in the first hour were from Frozen.
    • Hearing protection didn’t help when Girlie Bear and Boo were singing along at the top of their lungs.
  • You know your house is a little crazy when your wife texts you to say that she’s taking a nap in the car.
  • There are few things more blood chilling than hearing your wife say “I know what you can do for the next three days!” when you are taking a week off.

Musings

  • A chilly morning, a bright sun, and a pocket full of .38 wadcutters is a great way to start a day.
  • Today’s match was for “Backup Guns”.  I took a 5 shot Taurus snub nose .38.  I did pretty well, but I was far from the fastest and most accurate.
  • I really dislike people who are the reason the term “This is why we can’t have nice things”.  If the range rules are to not shoot the steel targets with centerfire rifles, then don’t shoot the steel targets with centerfire rifles.
  • I am not allowed to tell Boo that the song “Hakuna Matata” includes the lyrics “It’s our problem free….. colostomy!”.
  • On a related note, I wonder if any truly creative drill sergeant has ever forced a company of young men to march while singing the refrain from “Be A Man“.  If so, I wish they would put video of it up on the Internet.
  • We went for a nice walk this afternoon.  At the start of the trail, Boo was practically pulling us along because we were going too slow.  By the end, we were taking Boo for a drag.  I’d have carried him if he weren’t so darned big.

Suggestions

1.  You get an Oscar!  You get an Oscar!  Everybody gets an Oscar!

Apparently, the latest kerfluffle to come out of Hollywood is the slate of actors, actresses, and directors nominated for an Academy Award.  Somehow, the slate came out more of a beige color this year, which seems to be relatively rare, and that has caused a lot of sad pandas.  Apparently, the actor who played Martin Luther King, Jr., in “Selma” wasn’t nominated for best actor, nor was the director of that movie, who is a carrier of the double X chromosome pair with recent ancestors from Africa.  However, it should be noted that “Selma” was nominated for both best picture and for a music award.

Now, I don’t think I’m saying anything too controversial when I state that there are many supremely talented artists in the entertainment industry whose ancestors did not primarily come from Europe.  Whether they act, write, direct, compose, or whatever, they are out there.  It just seems that, this year, the people who vote for who gets nominated and who wins didn’t feel that they made the cut.  I guess the successful artists in Hollywood who feel they were snubbed will just have to go home and wipe away their tears with $100 bills.

For the rest of y’all who seem miffed that the Academy couldn’t find someone who isn’t as white as the driven snow to nominate, here’s my suggestion:   Quit supporting the industry until they start doing things the way you want them done.  Quit buying tickets to the shows.  Quit renting or streaming the movies and soundtracks.  Quit giving the industry money if you don’t like the way the industry is treating actors who aren’t alabaster.  Once the pocketbook starts to hurt, they’ll do it your way.  If you complain about this kind of thing for a week or so, then go to see the latest reboot of Spiderthingie or “Fast and Furious XIII:  If You Can’t Find It, Grind It!”, you’re just wasting precious electrons.

2.  Charlie Hebdo and the Rosary Factory

It would appear that Pope Francis is a supporter of free expression, but also believes that the bar for limiting that speech is pretty low.  You see, the Pontiff says that society should limit speech that would “provoke” others, or “insult” their faith.  What I get from the Pope’s remarks is that the limit of speech should be where it makes others feel icky, or maybe even causes them to take a look at their beliefs and see if criticism of it is valid.  Francis went on to explain that if his assistant insulted his mother, he would hit him, so I guess the answer to speech that insults someone is violence.  So much for turning the other cheek.

Here’s my suggestion to the Holy Father:  Take your opinion, fold it a few times, and shove it.  Yes, the pictures of Mohammed, the Pope, Jews, and whoever else Charlie Hebdo put on its cover and in its pages tended to be boorish, rude, and disrespectful, but I think that was kind of the point.  I’ve seen them, I don’t care for them, and I certainly won’t be paying any money to own them.  But to suggest that we should limit even the most obnoxious political, satirical, or social commentary is beyond the pale.  Here’s an idea:  why don’t you and the head of the Catholic League take a break, go read the United States Constitution, the French Declaration of the Rights of Man, and the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights, then come back and explain why your reaction to this is basically to say that a person should watch who they criticize, or they just might wake up with a bullet in their head, which I guess is more modern than burning at the stake.

3.   Good For Them

Papa John’s Pizza has announced that the company will not be firing a delivery driver who used a firearm to protect her life when she was robbed during a pizza delivery.  Instead, the woman is going to be reassigned to a position in the restaurant and offered counseling.  The company has a policy against carrying a firearm on the job, and she was at risk of termination for defending her life with an effective tool.  My suggestion on this one is that we all send a note to Papa John’s praising them for this action, and to consider giving them a little business the next time we order pizza.

Shoutouts

  • To the two young ‘ladies’ who were wearing barely-there bikinis while posing provocatively in the whirlpool at the YMCA, put on some clothes and some dignity.  There’s a time and a place for whatever you were trying to do, but five feet away from the children’s water park is not it.
  • To the creepy guy my age who was enjoying the show in the hot tub, really?  It’s bad enough you sat there with your mouth open watching the jailbait show off, but to offer to take pictures for them goes above and beyond.
  • To the lifeguard who let them do it because you were dealing with a little boy having an asthma attack, there was no need to apologize.  The Irish Woman and a couple of other older ladies seem to have taken care of the situation.
  • To the women on the track while I was trying to get a good walk in, please remember this: If you have the breath to chat and laugh with one another, you’re not working out hard enough.  Get the heck out of my way and go to the lobby and have a cup of coffee with your conversation.
  • To the lady at the doctor’s office who told me my tee-shirt was offensive:  Bite me.  If you know what it means, then I guess you’ve been there, done that, and earned your own shirt.
  • To the mole that is digging up my front yard, I am acquiring the means to turn your little bachelor pad into a toxic waste dump, and if that doesn’t work, I’m not above soaking the lawn in kerosene, having a cigar, and starting over.  You have 48 hours to vacate the premises before I call down hellfire upon you.

Musings

  • I am not allowed to tell Boo to tell his teacher that the letter of the week is R, for Rakkasan.
  • When your “80’s Alternative Rock” station plays the Curly Shuffle, it’s time to check your settings on Pandora.
  • When asked “Why do you carry a gun?”, I am not allowed to answer “Because I’m tired of dragging your mother back into the surf.”
  • The audiobook of Minivandians is coming along quite nicely.  I’m hoping to get it out in February.
    • Note to Self – If I ever get the money, the final editing step before publishing anything is to pay someone to read it to me.  I’ve done a lot of cringing as I listen to the chapters.
  • I’m going to rename our grocery “TBH Groceries and Dry Goods”. TBH stands for “Temporal Black Hole.”  I don’t know how I spent 45 minutes getting a bunch of bananas, a pound each of butter and apples, and two dozen eggs today, but I did.

Truths

  • Nobody owes you a darned thing.  You owe a lot to many.
  • There are evil people in the world.  Not “I’m down on my luck and need to steal to put food on the table”, nor “The little green platypus who lives in my earlobes told me to hurt you” or even “Mumsy and Dadsy didn’t buy me the yellow pony and give me hugs when I was a kid.”  I mean “I know that what I’m doing is wrong and hurts other people, but I don’t care” evil.  Plan accordingly.
  • In life, you will feel absolute ecstasy and the deepest depths of depression, and everything in between.  Unless your emotional state is a permanent state, deal with it.  If it is, then get help and deal with it.
  • If you can’t remember the last time someone or something made you happy, or at least content, then it’s time evaluate the necessity of trimming the dead wood from your life.
  • You are going to be insulted, offended, belittled, marginalized, and ignored.   It’s a fact of life.
  • Nothing is permanent.  Few things should be.  Find joy in the rare things that you will miss when they are gone.
  • The more I have to pay for things I don’t want, given to those who don’t deserve it, the more I’m going to push back when the opportunity presents itself.

Thought for the Day

Musings

  • Thanks to J.K. Rowling and Peter Jackson, my youngest son says words like “dwarves” and “potter” with a fake English accent.
  • I saw a trailer for the new Peanuts movie this afternoon.  Yep, check that off on the list of things from my childhood that I hope Hollywood doesn’t screw up.
  • A bourbon ball melted into a hot cup of coffee is quite tasty.  I now have a new treat.
  • When the little black dog drops the squeaky bone into your lap, then nudges your hand, that’s a sign that maybe you’ve been working long enough.
  • Derby is the most athletic dog I’ve ever had.  From a complete halt, she can leap up high enough to go over the top of Moonshine, and he’s not a small Lab, and then go forward far enough to get to the couch two feet beyond.  Her philosophy seems to be “Why walk when you can gallop?”.  I’m going to have to re-evaluate the fence in the back yard when it gets nice enough to put them out again.
  • I made chili-mac for dinner.  Now I’m craving peanut butter on saltines and Charms.
  • Conversations you never thought you would have #81274 – “Son, please don’t sign your homework with Viking runes.”

Musings

  • When asked “What are your plans for the weekend?”, do not answer “Taking all the Christmas stuff, piling it up in the front yard, setting it on fire, and dancing around it drunk and naked.”  Your spouse will probably not be amused.
  • Another trip to the doctor due to lingering issues from last week.  Apparently, some bacteria or another has decided that my lungs make a good place for a winter holiday and have taken up residence.  In related news, writing a story outline when you’re on cold medicine is a lot of fun.
  • The doctor who saw me today said that some strains of this year’s flu don’t present a high fever, and that they’re seeing more cases of pneumonia than normal.  I wonder if that’s because people don’t go to the doctor or take their kids in until they present a fever, and that opens sick people up to more secondary infections?
  • I was watching a documentary about Neanderthals tonight, and they made the case that there is at least a little of their DNA in the modern human genome.  I thought about that for a moment, and decided that anyone who has met my brothers and me should not be surprised by that.