Personal Musings category archive
Creeping up towards that red light does not motivate it to change more quickly.
Some automated lady has been kind enough to leave a message on my machine–several messages, in fact–informing me that my 14-year-old pick-up with 135 thousand miles on it (and still running just fine thank you) is out of warranty.
Whatever shall I do?
What bright light decided that mattresses didn’t need to have handles? (He asked after flipping a queen-sized mattress.)
I have been a Rex Stout fan for a long, long time going onto 50 years, and I always enjoyed his stories because they are good stories, but I did not realize what a damn fine writer he was until I started to reread his books with QOTD on my mind. (QOTD is a hungry beast that demands to be fed.)
If you are not familiar with Rex Stout, you should be. If you are not, it’s your loss.
Watch for more Stout in QOTD.
As I line up the QOTDs in advance, I did not note that a Stout QOTD was next in the queue.
There will be more to come.
Burgers are served at a Burger King, subs are served at a Subway, pizzas are served at a Pizza Hut, so, logically, what must be on the menu here?
Take a sip of your Scotch, feel something, fish it out of your mouth, and realize it was that fly that has been buzzing around you all night. Even worse, realize that the damned fly died happy.
There’s an old joke dating from the days when the mob ruled Cuba (America has forgotten that, before Castro’s revolution, Cuba was pretty much ruled by La Cosa Nostra and Batista was their toady) about a bar that sold a drink so good that, the first time you ordered it, if there was a fly in it, you sent it back.
The second time you ordered it, if there was a fly in it, you fished the fly out and downed the drink.
The third time you ordered it, if there was a fly in it, you drank it fly and all.
I’m a common sewer of cheap Scotch. McCollough’s Scotch is okay (any Scotch is better than every anything else), but it’s not that good.
I poured a new drink.
In yesterday’s performance of the frog and the scorpion, who knew that James Comey would end up playing the frog?
Certainly not James Comey, for he thought that he had served his masters well.
I am no fan of James Comey, as he grossly violated the public trust and may have swung the election. Nevertheless, I am confident that whomever The Donald selects to replace him will make him look like Prunella Purity.
And, make no mistake, it’s the racism that has brought us here. I’m not going to link it up now because it’s late as I write this, but a look at my posts in this category will enable you to catch my meaning, to get my drift.
And as a reward for complying, drivers will receive chocolate as a gift in return, he added.
I remember that, early in my time at Amtrak when I worked in the
Adequacy of Service Bureau Complaint Department, commuter stations in the Northeast Corridor had signs posted for trains of different lengths to make it easier for engineers to stop their trains in the same places on their runs.
Some commuters would stand where they expected the doors to be. If the doors weren’t exactly where they expected them to be, they would write complaint letters, which I had to answer.
Those commuters used the Princeton Junction, New Jersey, station.
One of my coworkers had worked with the Long Island Railroad before he came to Amtrak. He could remember complaints from those same passengers when they lived on Long Island, before they moved to central Jersey.
That’s when I learned that a self-centered arrogant sense of entitlement could be migratory.
If you want a quick course in Abnormal Psych, work in a complaint department. After that, nothing that people do will surprise you.
Amuse you, disgust you, repulse you, sicken you maybe, but not surprise you.
Americans are demonstrating that they will willingly submit to corporate Big Brothers if it means they can turn on their coffee pots with a voice command before they get to their kitchens.
What’s with all these people calling on the phone “because you’ve recently stayed at one of our resorts” when I haven’t stayed at a resort in this century? Many many busienss-persons’ hotels, yes, but no resorts.
Regardless of whatever machinations the Russians may have machinated to help Donald Trump win the Presidency, it was Americans who voted for him.
Ever notice how a “child” becomes a “juvenile,” a “little boy” becomes a “male,” and a “little girl” becomes a “female,” once he or she is introduced to politeness (emphasis added)?
The victim is an approximately 3 to 4-year-old female, who suffered a wound to the head. She is being treated at Memorial Hospital and undergoing surgery.
Has anyone else noticed that today’s Republican Party’s strategy for saving the “American Dream” (whatever that is) is to deny it to as many persons as possible?
When only one person has access to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, maximum dream shall have been obtained.
I was tempted not to do my usual Christmas posts, but then I realized that, if there is true spirit of Christmas that transcends sect and creed, it is this:
Keep the faith. baby,
even especially in the darkness.
I am finding it difficult to have much Christmas spirit in the light of current events (more about that on Christmas Day), but I’ve still decorated, because life goes on and the good fight never ends.* Here’s my Slackware desktop (Fluxbox with XMMS, GKrellM, and xsnow).
Take a time out and enjoy your Christmas, then gird your grid for the big one, because it’s happening now.
*Those who think that the fight ever ends don’t understand how evil works. Evil never gives up and always tries again. Unlike virtue, evil is tireless.