Random Thoughts

The other day, I spilt iced tea in my car. I grabbed the cup wrong, the top popped off, and down it all went – on my leg, into the carpet. No biggie. It wasn’t sweetened. Turns out, that doesn’t matter. A day later, the car smelled like feet-stink. I thought it was the box of crap the kayak guy gave me. Nope. It was the tea. Had to shampoo it.

Saw this on Vox Popoli:

Cracked me up. I so don’t care about this. None of these fools will save us from what’s coming.

Speaking of which, it has a name – ‘the Harvest’

So what happened for the virgins, is this. The Big Boys ramped stocks up since January. They teased new all time highs without risking too much capital as volume has been pathetic since January. When you idiots bought all the crap, like AAPL, TSLA, and NVDA, they turned around and quietly started distributing stocks to liquidate their positions heading into a high risk crash period.

A crash of their own making.

What in the freaking hell is the next question from the Gen-Z/Millennial morons that think they can out program some old asshole who did it all in assembly and realized the game was rigged since 1990?

The reality is that the markets are going to crash. It’s called the harvest and the Fed big boys have been doing this in cycles since the late 1940’s to cull their non-party players (See Kaiser Aluminum and Lehman) to keep their con game alive. When the moment hits, they will crash it again, just like 1991, 1997, 1998, 2000, 2008, 2019, and on and on.

If you ain’t in the club you do not get to play…

Found on Shenandoah, RTWT

Carlin said it best – “it’s a big club, and you ain’t in it!“

While surfing around my image folder, I stumbled on this:

Damn, he was a cool dog. I miss the doofus. Especially now. The girl may have a boyfren soon enough. There are two I like at a shelter near here. Both are Lab mixes. I like this one:

I like him a lot, and he has a 7 day foster-try-and-buy deal. I’m also thinking of volunteering with this shelter. I need to do something useful to others that I enjoy. BTW this guy is still there. I’ll look at him too.

If it weren’t for my old dogs and the good lord, they’d have me strung up in the psych ward…

Oliver Anthony – “I want to go home”

I think there’s been too much made about this dude. He’s not a ‘hero’. Occam’s razor says he’s a dude that writes and sings music that resonates with people these days. That song sure did for me. I think we as a people overthink things. Hell look at all the youtubers playing this and reacting to it. I think he has a great voice for this kind of music, and any singer that can put that kind of emotion into the song is OK by me. It’s a good song. Enjoy it.

Same message.

It’s hot, hot, hot here. The grass is done.

If you don’t water at all, here’s what happens:

The ground cracks up. BTW, I saw a dude watering his brown grass whilst walking the dog. When it browns, it’s too late for that.

This is me. Every day:

I’d throw in New Mexico, Minnesota, Illinois, Washington, New York, and New Jersey tags into that same look. Go home and take your strange ways and bad driving with youse.

This made me laugh:

Women don’t understand this, but it’s a thing. I lose track of 10mm sockets all the time. It’s the only size where that happens. It’s why I have a half dozen of them.

The cat had her day of the pillow. I actually brought her to a shelter. I figured she’d at least have a chance that way. She appears to be doing well there. Since she’s been gone, I’ve had no allergic reactions to anything. It’s nice to be able to breathe at night, and not have to take benedryl just to get in bed.

And the house is clean. Other than my office and the garage, this thing could list with a weekend’s work. That said, until a court tells me to list it, it ain’t listing.

I’ve been sober over 90 days:

Have not had a drink since Herself left. Haven’t needed it. Haven’t wanted it, not even at social events where it’s being served. Even if a friend I’m dining with is drinking. At the meeting they asked me how I did it. I gave an answer how they were a huge help. They were, to be honest. Just having someone tell you that they went through the same bullshit is tremendously helpful.

But honestly, I’d say spite, more than anything else. That and my guts aren’t right. I’ll find out what that deal is in a few weeks when they run a scope down my gullet. Again. Until then I was told no caffeine, no carbonation, no fun in other words.

Keep cool.