Of course those words make no sense together. I began with the idea of showing some morale patches and then needed a title. After contemplating how close morale was to moral and wondering if there was any correlation between the two words I had a headache. So I poured more coffee. Then I realized I was one letter away from a MMM post of my own. And since we all love a good MMM I ran with it.
Since Jimbro is off in the mountains receiving a heavy load from some shady contractor, I’ve agreed to put up a poat. The old one was smelling worse than your mom after Fleet Week. We haven’t had a rip-roaring, honest-to-God hurt feelings fight on this blog in far too long, so let’s talk about music.
So, I’m about two weeks out from leaving my job, and by the time you read this I will hopefully have an offer for a new job outside of California. Even if I don’t, I’m still leaving this state. And that means one thing… ROADTRIP! For the past nine months I’ve driven 45-75 minutes each way up to Santa Barbara each day for work. Obviously, spending that much time on the road means listening to the radio a lot. Thank the gods for Pandora, and Youtube on my phone. So I thought I’d put together a list of some of my favorite songs to listen to while driving. I decided to limit it to ten songs, about what I used to burn on a CD before a long road-trip. Obviously there are others, but if I had to pick ten to listen to for a couple of hours in parts of the country where the only radio stations are messican polka and the baptist station... the mixture below would be my top choice. Yeah, some of them are covers, but they’re better than the originals for keeping me awake and focused while on the road.
So we’re 1 week (+/-) out from teh calendericacal spring and we have nothing but blue skies and butterflies in the forecast (hhe he heeeeeee).
We got enough snow overnight to be irritating enough to cause delays around the are. I checked out Mr. Weatherman and that punk says there’s at least two more weeks of cold weather – down into the teens; the robins and redwing blackbirds better have packed their electric underoos cuz baby it’s gonna be cold out for a little bit longer.
Because this is a classy place
&
I am most assuredly a classy guy –
Some Music:
Some Poetry:
“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.[7]”
Some Art: (no not that kind)
So I’m currently in Spain after spending the week in Baumholder, Germany. One of the perks of the job is that we go to military bases worldwide and do on the ground data collection, including interviews with local realtors. One of the downsides of the job is that we have to go to military bases worldwide and do on the ground data collection, including interviews with local realtors. It’s normally cool, but sucks when the base is located in a backwater next to nothing but small towns and the locals don’t speak English. But luckily I don’t have to do an assessment of Fort Polk this year.
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May 21, 2019
“I don’t give two shits if people think I’m nuts, it’s no worse than being called homophobic, denying trans people the opportunity to be mentally unstable, thinking that race is irrelevant, not liking sex or not liking a sex I don’t know but I hate that bitch, Hillary.”