Bubble and Squeak

Brexit was the big news last weekend. Today is an homage to our British cousins.

HHD – early Olympic edition

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I enjoyed watching the Olympic trials this past weekend. While the hunks were hunky, the women gymnasts were amazing. Maybe we can hold our own against the Chinese this year.
I remember watching this on MTV and still having a serious crush on my favorite Monkee.

Introducing your Olympic team:
Andrew Campbell – rowing

Orange Wire

Vik Muniz

b. 1961 Sao Paulo, Nova Scotia.

Eclectic and prolific, there is an entire universe of Muniz to explore.

Yet again, I was not aware of Muniz before researching for this column which is odd in that he’s a really famous artist.  It just goes to show how low-brow, under-exposed, pedestrian, and milquetoast I truly am.

But enough about my virtues; let me succinctly highlight one of my many faults.  I have a poor concept of the passage of time when I am working on a production.  Please allow me to ask a straight faced question.

Did I miss posting last Tuesday?

don’t ask me.  I’m not myself these days.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  I am myself but this myself is not the myself that kicks it at The H2.  This is who I was prior 2009 and my re-deployment to film life has been an unique vignette into how my life would have been different had I zigged instead of zagged when I retired.

I miss you.

I am exhausted.

 

 

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MMM 230: I feel dirty

Well, not really, at least not after my shower.  But I was fool enough to work hard outside in the hottest part of the day on the hottest day of the year thus far.  That ended in me collapsing on the couch for almost 2 hours after nearly passing out in the garden.  Not heatstroke, just really dehydrated.  Then I ate burrito meat and drank a lot of tea and felt, well, not much better.  Headache that hasn’t gone away by the time I’m writing this (about 10PM on Sunday).  Hoping I can sleep okay.

Interview Friday went okay.  Supposed to hear something as early as today (Monday), assuming the Friday afternoon conversations went well.  I should certainly know by the end of the week, or so I’m told.  Meaningless.  I have to work and behave today as though I have to work here another 25 years.  Yay.

I’m not sure why you need a weighted sack while kicking.

Livin’ on the internet

Hello, Saturday people. Kids are off to a Doctor Who convention. Wiserradio in an hour and a half. I have the ingredients to try the 1735 fried chicken recipe that XBrad posted earlier in the week.
Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.

Makes about as much sense as “xer”.

**goes to flash bewbs, forgets why I’m pulling my shirt up**

Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.

BBF

Hello cat fanciers, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your feature is an adult model from Redditch, England, born December 19, 1988, 30G-22-32 and 5’6″ at 108lbs. Please soak your duck and welcome, Miss Kitty Lea!

As Little As Possible

So I’m trying to make this poat on my iPad, using wifi at McDonald’s where I stopped for coffee and a burrito before helping my partner with a spine case. I’m technically on vacation but these cases are booked months in advance. It’s relatively straightforward to come in and assist and then leave. It lets me get my inbox ununcluttered as well.

Theipad version of wordpuss doesn’t have a “keep reading” bar so this will be a short one. Feel free to stomp or add to it.

 

Thats all I got. Like I said, add or stomp.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I’m a mean woman.

Let’s see who’s in the hunky folder for today.
Gone much too soon, young man.

Cannon Wire

Kieth Shore

b. in the past,  Philadelphia.

 

MMM 229: Phragged by Phragmites

So phragmites (frag my teez) are an invasive rhizomous monocot that grow in and near ponds and marshes.  My side of the pond is absolutely filled with them, and I need to fix that.  The leaves above the water are sharp like razor wire, and the roots go very deep.  I spent an hour of my first Father’s Day about waist-to-chest deep in the pond pulling these things up and throwing them into piles on the shoreline so they could dry out and I can burn them.  In the process, I turned my hands into hamburger.  I’ve got two bandaids on the left hand and four on the right.

Oh, and I completely forgot to call my dad.  Not because I’m an awful, ungrateful child, but because it completely slipped my mind.  I’ll call him later today.

Let’s start off with some monochrome.