Man, oh man, it’s been a busy week. But I finished the course I was working on forever. I upgraded the lab VM and it appears to work. Time will tell. That is one huge monkey off my back, that’s been smashing my skull since the end of January.
The weather has been awesome here. The grass is greening up, the plants are blooming giving the air a perfume smell. I’ve had some quality time on the bike, and have built a comfort factor with it. Thought I’d master it, but I didn’t. Let’s just say that it’s all fun and games until you come out of the alley, stop, then try to take off in 2nd gear. DOH! That bike gets real, real heavy when it stops unexpectedly. That said, between working and working out, I’ve had very little time for thinking big thoughts. So. On to it.
I hate puppies. Not the dogs. The high school boys. I have no idea what they are doing in the rec center mid-day. But there they are. Thursday when I got to the gym, there were a total of four people in it. An old lady on a treadmill, two older dudes doing fitness stuff. And a puppy hogging the squat rack. I did my whole workout but squats and deadlifts, and there he was. Still. Do a set. Sit, play with phone. Do a set, sit, clock everyone else. My fault. I procrastinated going there. I try to get there before the pups, which is 1pm or so. If he weren’t lifting for real, a decent amount of iron for his size, we’d have had words.
Interesting Tucker interview with Tulsi Gabbard. I don’t necessarily agree with her politics, but you can’t argue her head isn’t screwed on straight. She strikes me neither as a dingbat or true-believer. The portion when she tells about crossing Hillary was compelling. She’s lucky to be alive, I’m guessing. Also very, very interesting is how she was treated when she went off script on Obama bombing Syria. She’s right. She had the temerity to ask Kerry what the end game was for that action. The answer? To send a message.
They got the message alright. Obama was a punk. That’s what they got.
I spend a lot of time listening to this sort of content, whether it’s Tucker Carlson or Joe Rogan while I work.
Someone else is sick of Transplants:
So, if you plan on moving here, or just plan on vacationing in our river bottoms, hill country, mountains or lakes this summer, I think you should know that wolf spiders, fire ants and bedbugs have infested hotels and motels across the area due to dryer than usual weather. The woods will eat you alive with ticks and chiggers.
On the Texas Coast, Bull Sharks are bigger than Jaws & way more aggressive. The Beaches are overrun with Portuguese Man of War Jelly Fish & the Sting Rays are as big as a Volkswagen Beetle.
Naomi Jakins
It won’t work.
Speaking of how the foreigners here drive:
The wilting flowers (or sissies?) at MSNBC had the vapors because the bosses there hired Ronna McDaniel, failed RNC chair. I have exclusive video of the protest:
She’s a common weed. But then again, so are the talking heads on MSNBC.
Words I hate:
- Reimagine! – This stands for I know nothing about this but I think I can do it better
- Ask – as in “I have an ask”. You don’t have an ask, you have a request, a demand.
- Re-Think – This implies you ‘ve done it wrong
- Verbiage – This isn’t interchangeable with “text”. Verbiage implies wordiness, unnecessarily verbose. It’s a derogatory term.
- Dialog -As in “We’ll dialog”. No, you’ll have a conversation or converse.
I won’t even go into the dumb words that the cool kids are using today. I remember being taught proper English.
Speaking of speaking, I’m boning up on my Spanish and am running headlong into the differences between Mexican and European (what I was taught) versions. For instance, the double L – “ll” is a “y” sound as I was taught. Ella is pronounced A-ya. Turns out, Mexican is more A-Ja (a “J” sound). I’ve also come to find out they have different accents and local dialects (like us). Hoof! Luckily I have a fantastic tutor who is patient with me.
Vox Day had a pup cross the rainbow bridge.
As Nick Cole once told me, every dog is a love story that eventually ends in tears.
Grief is the price we pay for joy. And what are a few days, or even a few months, of grief in comparison with the years of joy they bring us?
Vox Day
Hard to disagree with that. I cherish the time I spent with Jethro. At one point, it seemed like him and Aria were the only two souls on the planet that loved me, let alone liked me. But Winston is turning into the same sort of dog Jethro was. Wherever I am, he is. As I typed this, I glanced up through the office door into the bedroom, and the big galoot was laying on the bed staring at me.
Didn’t collect funny memes this week. So All I Got.
Gonna be a great weekend. I got a project off my back. Got no commitments until middle of next week. The house is clean. The truck is sparkling. It’ll be a long weekend with my sweetie, followed by grandkid time.
Inspected By Pat 