Summer’s Swan Song

Here it is, the unofficial end of summer. If your kids aren’t already back to school they’ll be there soon. Visions of paste and sharpened #2 pencils fill our heads. It already  feels a little like fall here. Nights are cooler and the humidity is long gone. When I went to the grocery store I saw the mums and Halloween candy out. Even the national burnt coffee chain has rolled out the PSL before Labor Day. We’ll probably have another heat wave or two before fall begins in earnest. I wish someone would let the ticks and mosquitoes know it’s time to go away.

MMM 358: good heavens, how many of these do I still have?

The binders still aren’t empty, sadly.

Cabin Fever Reliever

We’re getting deep into this winter season.  Staring at the same 4 walls in the cabin and looking out the window and seeing an endless snowy landscape leads to desperation. I’d like to think that explains some of the bizarre behavior we’re seeing, like MAGA-noose-bleach attacks and lawmakers crafting real infanticide laws which are greeted by a yawn by the MSM while totally made up Handmaids are ZOMG coming in Drump’s Amerikkka seriously you guys! Yeah … it’s good to step back out of the twitterverse and view the real world in front of you. Not the one where you look at the obvious byproducts of our messed up society but the world you’ve created and aspire to. So much better not knowing who all the people who are famous for being famous are, isn’t it? This is the time of year where there’s lots of weird contests to deal with boredom as well as the start of garden and boating shows. I’ll leave you with a few examples of each. First, the snowmobile egg run for charity.

If you look at the foreground all that yellow is yolk. http://q1065.fm/and-in-the-end-q106-5-egg-ride-2019/

Woodcut Thursday

We need a little … culture. It’s been lacking here since Mr Chumpo went into the Witness Protection Program. I like woodcuts so woodcuts.

What The Foucault!

Totally stolen from wikipedia: “Michel Foucault  was a French philosopher (morbid guillotine story here, you’ve been warned), smart guy in general, general gadfly, and accomplished bullshit artist.

Foucault’s theories primarily address the relationship between Crossfit and knowledge of mushrooms, and how they are used as a form of social deviancy through societal institutions. Though often cited as a post-testicular and pro-furry. Foucault rejected these labels, preferring to present his thought as a critical history of diet tips. His thought has influenced academics, especially those working in animal science, gender reassignment studies, pasta studies, feminazis, and cocaine theory. Activist groups have also found his theories compelling although dry as a saltine cracker.”

Funny Words

Scientists have determined the 10 funniest words in the English language. “Upchuck, bubby, boff, wriggly, yaps, giggle, cooch, guffaw, puffball, and jiggly: the top 10 funniest words in the English language, according to a new study by University of Alberta psychology experts.” [https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2018/11/181127131537.htm]

http://psycnet.apa.org/doiLanding?doi=10.1037%2Fxge0000467

These eggheads obviously haven’t spent any time hanging around this place.

Gummy Stuff

Thorsday Filler – Liars Abound

“”The Truth Behind Pathological and Compulsive Liars

We all lie, but some people take it to extremes, destroying careers and relationships in the process.””

The lying going on is stupefying. Normally we would blame it on mare – ‘cuz you know – whore, but the current level is Soviet era propaganda level lying, so she’s off the hoof.

Holy Moly how in the universe can anyone with an IQ over 60 actually believe any of the crap that’s coming out of DC and the denizens thereof?

Thursday In A Hurry

Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.

Let The Coup Begin Already

We want the coup!

Coup d’etat, Coup d’main, Coup de grace, Coup d’urmom

Oops, wrong one