Random Thoughts

For all youtube’s algorithms, how is it most of the time I tune into car fixing channels they play depends commercials featuring you-go-gurl old women out to party (After donning diapers)?.

Speaking of algorithms, I’ve gotten pelted a couple times with banners for an over 50s dating site. How do they know? It was really too much to resist. So I grabbed one of my spoof emails and created an account. Didn’t say anything much about myself other than the stuff that they insisted you answer and put in a minimal amount of criteria. The results are so funny that I have another test to do and I’ll probably write a piece about it. The results?

• Within less than an hour drive of me, on this site, that fit the modest criteria I entered, there’s nearly 200,000 women aged 45 to 60. And this isn’t a very big site.
• Black women are little overly represented in my feed of about 50 so far.
• Probably about 1/3 are obese and look way older than the age that’s posted.
• A good 1/3 of them appear to be batshit crazy, or have that “Stella Get Your Groove On” thing in their byline; want to travel, one have fun, the whole thing straight out of “The View”.
• But about 1/3 of them are fit, cuter than herself, and appear to be otherwise normal.

We’ll see what happens and I’ll write up something about it. Technically being only separated and being a Catholic, I shouldn’t even be on the damn site. Probably why I didn’t bother posting any pictures on it. But it’ll be fun. I give you a hint, I need to create an identical female profile and see what kind of guys are there. Size up the competition?

When Herself left, one of the people I met was our deacon that is in charge of the Stephen Ministry here. My wife is a minister, and him and his wife are close to Herself. At the time, he said “You know, as a Catholic you can’t date.” and “You’re still married in the eyes of the Church. You could go through all this and get back together, still being married in the Church, but divorced by the state”. I didn’t think much of it at the time. But as I process things, what an odd thing to say to a dude beside himself in crisis? Especially when you are pretty sure they know why his wife did what she did. It sure as shit wasn’t comforting, and isn’t now.

I know I’ve covered this, but does no one use turn signals any more?

Or turn their headlights on at dusk?

Or understand someone flashing their brights means to turn your brights off?

I can’t wait until this divorce is settled and I can move the hell out of this area. I’m really sick of all those out of state tags, driving stupid, their owners with their strange blue-state ways.

Take a look at this:

She was worse in real life. Those tattoos are standard issue dark green, make no sense, and she had some immense jiggling going on. But God bless her she’s out there working out. I sure as hell can’t point fingers about jiggling. But if you are going to go all in on tats, you need to have them make sense.

It was 102 or 105 today. Didn’t think much of it. Went out, walked Aria, ran a bit, worked out. End of the day, I was cleaning up around here, and decided to vacuum my car, and maybe shampoo the carpets. I left the back door open all night one night and it rained in it. Made it smell like hell.

Good God it was hot. I started sweating like a champion. Then, I reasoned that since I was a mess already, I’d change the tube in my bike. I put a new tire on it Sunday, but when I did I must have pinched the tube. I have two spares, so I put one in it. I fought like hell to get the tire back on. It’s a lot tighter fit than the old one. Went to air it up and sonofabitch if the air didn’t leak all out. So I put the last tube in it and was super careful. That one worked. But holy shit, it looked like I dove into a pond. Overheated, soaked with sweat so bad, I peeled everything off an threw it in the wash. I new better. The hottest time of day here is 4-6pm. Hopefully, the heat makes some of the locusts go back home.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

This made the rounds this week:

My fat cat Bonzai looks like that. She’d disappear in the monkeygrass.

An oldie but a goodie: