I took the hotrod up to the dealer to get a new key. Lunchtime traffic was irritating, to say the lease. What’s different about riding a bike is that you get to catch all the sounds and smells. So, how do you get a relatively new Camaro to sound and stink like a 60s pickup without a muffler? I shouldn’t smell unburned gas. Black on Black “Night rider” my ass. All the dude was doing is beating his car to death, ensuring that it’s worthless after a few years.
Getting the fob programmed was easy. Cost me $75 or so. But no key? Frigging $400 fob had no tank key. That was another $20. Now that I got that, I need to find a locksmith to cut it.
I like to watch the Bus Grease Monkey channel on the YouTubes. One video, they fired up a newly rebuilt Detroit diesel. Thing was purring, no smoke. He went on a riff about how foolish it was that those dudes in the tricked out diesel pickups at shows had the black smoke billowing. He said it’s wasteful. If it’s tuned correctly, there should be no smoke. I think this a lot when I get stuck behind the dopes on my bike.
Rocked up to the burger place on the bike. As I was walking up the steps helmet in hand, old boy is coming down, two paces behind the missus. Gave me, a geezer of roughly the same age, the stink eye of disapproval. Made my day. Maybe momma will let him have his testicles back this weekend.
I read a study long ago about how women will fatten up their men so they wouldn’t be attractive to other women. Probably from a time where women actually cooked. So when a woman gives me candy, I’ll say “You’re giving me that to eat so I won’t be attractive to other women”, usually in a country accent like Cletus the slack jawed yokel on the Simpsons. Most women smile or laugh uncomfortably. So I said that line as I was munching on Hersey’s kisses that the Girl gave me on Valentine’s day, she fired right back “HELL YEAH I AM!”
Heard on the radio here: “Justin Trudeau is the Beto O’Rourke of Canada” Now, that there is funny and true.
I belong to a number of groups of greybeards and silverbacks like myself. For whatever reason, they cannot whisper to each other when someone has the floor. Makes things hard to follow. Heard of a hen party? I’ve deemed these meetings Rooster Parties. Everyone crowing and no one listening. You heard it here first … Rooster Party.
McConnell is retiring from the senate, but in reality he’s just not going for re-election. That’s two years away. Two years of his crazy bullshit to endure as his senility and guile get worse and worse. We really need a way to weed out these addled geezers. I’m for term and age limits. 75 for sure. Doesn’t matter, at that point, if they have all their marbles, and in a proper sequence. That’s time to enjoy what’s left of your life. Think about it, had we had that limit, we’d have never have had Biden.
They appear to be doing the second best thing to burning down the money spigot and outing the left glitterati perverts. Whatever. No one is exempt.
Hooters is going tits-up. Hooters used to be fun with OK food. Bar food, for sure, but OK. Then it wasn’t. No different than an Applebee’s, only with uglier waitresses. The Girl and I went to Twin Peaks a few weeks ago. Twin Peaks is the trailer park version of Hooters. The food was horrible. The service, by a dead eyed stripper looking chick, sucked. While waiting to eat, I noticed quite a few young women laying around the lounge area on their mobiles. I thought it was a sportsball team of some kind. Nope. Skank Waitress loafing. Really shitty management. Never, ever, no matter what or where, if you are in a service business do you have your workers goofing off on their phones. Here I sit, empty ice tea glass, and the help can’t be bothered to refill it.
Fuggit, I’m taking it. I’m old. Gimme free shit.
Mexican PM putting changes to their constitution to try and thwart orangemanbad. So what?
Whenever have we asked for permission? Our SF guys will simply infiltrate and lay waste. It would be insane for our guys to tell their guys anything, other than to misdirect them. Most Mexicans I know hate her guts. She’s simply trying to stay alive and relevant.
Watched his ossified geezer journalist on a Sunday show last weekend. Spends five minutes extolling his experience in all matters Russia. He’s torqued because Trump intends to meet Putin, We should be with them until the end no matter what. As usual he missed the point –
- We made them what they are. A corrupt money laundering backwater.
- They’ve already lost. Russia has been fighting a war of attrition. Ukraine is running out of men and we’re running out of money.
- NATO has proven useless. (He moaned about how it looks to the world) Everyone knows. It’s time for The EU to nut up and manage their own affairs. NATO shouldn’t have existed after the Soviet Onion unpeeled.
- NATO can’t and wont defend anyone. It’s us. And since its us, we are negotiating.
I’ll say it over and over again – if these pampered fucks think we need to be in there to fight – send your own kids and grandkids. We have never, ever had a national interest being there.
I think these old boomers get bad info. There are those reporting on the ground, there are Ukrainians and Russians friends of bloggers we know. The situation for Ukraine is dire, with or without us. We dip one toe in that water, for real, and it’ll surely be game on.
Fed Employees get an email asking them to list five things they did last week. Hah hah…the Bobs are in the house.
In the past I’ve had to do status reports – what did I do, what am I doing next week, what am I doing two weeks out. It’s not a gotcha, its good management. BTW it’s considered a pulse check to see if at the other end is an actual employee. They could generate reports from the domain and email server to see login and use activity. Maybe they did.
Unwell, un housed, unalive. Can’t we use proper English instead of doubleplusungood Newspeak? Ill, Homeless, Dead. Sick, Croaked. Get a thesaurus, FFS.
Have a new boss. We had a huge welcome call. It took most of the time to simply introduce ourselves. What’s funny is how many of us described what we support as ‘island of misfit toys’.
No one, but no one, said I work on this amazing flagship product.
Sage advice. It’s one of the reasons I’m trying to simplify my life
All I got. Have a good weekend.
Inspected By Pat 
Just a quick comment on wait staff…. Sorry but if you’re waiting on MY table I would expect you remove your NOSE RINGS before your shift.
Herself thought I was being unreasonable. “It’s no different than your TATTOOS!!!”
I beg to differ.
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