Meme on the Run

Let the music play!

We’ve all been there.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. It’s been a whirlwind of activity in the RFH house, with hopefully enough time to put together this week’s and next week’s HHDs. Place your bets, buckle up, and let’s go.
Today’s song is courtesy of Mark Steyn with a neat post he did about #2 songs for the second anniversary of his club. I had this record, it may still be in a box in the basement.

Now for the hunks.
Yesterday’s birthday boy, Brett Tucker.

Magnificent Moral Morale

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.

Let’s Try To Laugh A Little Today, M’kay?

The Humble Toothpick And The Story Of A Meat Tooth

Sometimes you know you’ve got something stuck in your teeth and since you’re in polite company you’ve got to pretend it isn’t there. Well, most of us do anyway. As soon as you get somewhere semi-private the fingernail or edge of a paper is deployed on a particle finding mission. There’s nothing quite like the relief you feel when you dislodge that hunk of meat or vegetable from your teeth. It’s satisfying on a physical level (no more annoying feeling of something that’s just not right in your buccal cavity and your tongue breathes a sigh of relief from the knowledge it no longer is tasked with a job it was not designed to do) and on an emotional level because you know you can now smile freely without the inhibition that gripped you while you had the hunk of food in your tooth. I grew up in a time when going to the dentist meant new cavities and the whole drill and fill sequence. Every time. I’m sure Dr. George’s family benefited greatly from our teeth. Anyway, they have the whole cavity thing mostly taken care of now with various fluoride treatments and, needing a money maker, they’ve shifted to cosmetic dentistry. Had I been born a couple of decades later I am sure my parents would have been advised that my crooked teeth needed straightening otherwise I’d end up living in a cardboard box somewhere in San Francisco and forced to do my pooping on the curb. Alright, my teeth aren’t that bad but I do have a big gap between my upper incisor and canine tooth on the right. Sure enough, like the sun rising in the east, every time I eat there is some fragment of food stuck in there. I call it my “Meat Tooth”.

Bad Week to be a Leftie

Man, it sure has sucked to be a leftie this last week or so. Outdone by Donny Two Scoops, the single biggest idiot ever to populate the White House (their words).

Thursday Teabagger Treat

Well, after covering coffee last week it was only natural that I shift my focus to its Limey bastard cousin; tea. Surely tea drinking began somewhere in China and caught on elsewhere along the Silk Road trading route (I just made that last part up but I’ve found that if use terms like “Silk Road trading route” people will often believe the rest of the verbal diarrhea that flows from your mouth). Alright, where were we? Tea. Pretty popular drink everywhere. Great Britain. Ireland. India. China. Wakanda? Not so much.

Get Ready!

Time to do something, right now dammit!

MMM 227: Isn’t that a sitcom?

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.

*checks wikipedia*

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.

MMM 225: So many irons in the fire

So there’s a chance of a job in South Bend, Potential Future Bossman is coming up to teach a class and have lunch with me next week, and the company that owns the building my previous company used to own but I got kicked out of when the new company bought it might want to employ me after all.

I thought about how I’d say that sentence in Spanish and then got a headache so I stopped.

Anyhow, there’s an ever-increasing chance of me escaping the auto industry.  Unfortunately, I’ve now been there so long that I’m going to feel a not-insignificant amount of guilt in leaving.  I don’t think it will have an extreme impact on the project in any event, but it’s possible I’ll leave some hurt feelings in my wake.  I still have no passion for the program (and occasional bouts of outright antipathy), so it’s still the right thing to do.

Weather’s good, Tri-Adventure Race is behind me, multiple tiny slivers hope for the future whether it means a move or not.  Glass status: half full.

Tasteful B&W.