Well, the Academy Awards are here again. Yay. If you think you’re sick of hearing about them, try living in Southern California. It’s all they talk about on the news for the next goddamn week.
Most of us aren’t big fans of Hollywood (or as one guy I heard one time called it, HollyWEIRD–delightful!) but maybe you saw a couple of the movies that are nominated this year. Are you rooting for La La Land? Hidden Fences? Something else?
Ah, who am I kidding? We’re all boycotting the Oscars. Not for the politics (okay, maybe a little bit because of the politics) but because the most deserving film of the year wasn’t nominated:
I’m just hoping John Wick 2: The Wick and The Dead gets nominated next year. Probably not, though.
… begins today. Here’s a fun thing that I did a few months ago, back when there was still a chance that Hillary Clinton would complete 0bama’s work to destroy the USA.
Came across this site while
gloating aboutsearching for election results. Steve Penley. Lots of American imagery, including a lot of Presidents.
I’m actually writing this on Monday morning for a change, got up at 5am, planning to head out to the barn in the cold and 1) check for trapped varmints and dos) do some “mace training” exercises with my new sledgehammers. WTF is that?
Also, this is stuck in my head:
That’s how long I’ll be here. May as well grit my teeth and make the best of it. At least it’s honest work and the pay is pretty good and the benefits are nice and there are lots of holidays and my office chair is comfy…
Huh, maybe I’m just a whiny malcontent after all.
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.
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.
So the new pony beat up our horse to the point we were worried about her being lamed by it. Bloody chest, bleeding leg wound, just awful. We’ve got them separated now, and he’s headed back to the horse rescue sometime this week. Our donation will be staying there too, unfortunately. Horses are dumb pets. If you haven’t heard me say that enough times to put you off getting some of your own, I can’t help you. Get a guinea pig or a rabbit or something if you have to have an edible pet (or a dog if you’re related to the SCOAMF), but not a horse, unless you’re Amish and intend use them for work. At least our old horse isn’t awful, but they can’t live alone, so we’ll have to try again. Yay.
I remember it. Not well, because it sucked and it wasn’t really something I could relate to as a little white boy in the suburbs, but I’m pretty sure Two-Two-Seven was a black sitcom with mostly female leads in the 80’s.
Yep. Aired from ’85 and ’89, starred Marla Gibbs and Jackée Harry. There was really nothing there for me. Pretty sure it still sucked, even if you could relate to it.
Anyhow, Pupster sent me this, so you can all accuse him of being into trannies too.
Some gave all, all gave some. Many of my kin served, but the only death I know of was in the Civil War, a great great great great great uncle who was 45 when he died, and wasn’t in combat. I remember that today, but know nothing else about him. Who and what do you remember?
This almost looks like cosplay, but I haven’t seen whatever show it might be.