Personal Musings category archive
When you hear Donald Trump babble on about a “wall,” remind yourselves of how well the Great Wall of China worked.
(Hint: It didn’t.)
Americans write the best detective stories, but Brits write the best mystery stories.
That’s the comedian’s answer to “How do you go broke?”
I think it will also turn out to be answer to “How does climate change happen?”
What bright light decided that unexpected annoying text messages from unknown persons would be a productive way to get out the vote?
One of the purposes of the social contract is that persons can attend public events without needing armed guards.
When was the law requiring supermarkets to keep all produce dripping wet at all times passed?
When Republicans say the country “can’t afford” something, what they mean is, “our rich backers don’t want to contribute to the society that made them rich.”
If the behavior of the cats is a gauge, mopping the kitchen floor is easily the most interesting thing I have ever done.
I would argue that it’s not Democrats who were caught unawares; Democrats are aware.
That’s why they are Democrats.
It’s the purists, the “both sides do it,” the “both sides are equally bad,” the “my vote doesn’t count,” the “they’re all alike” crowds and their dupes, symps, and fellow travelers who left the back door open while they were busily uploading selfies to Infantgram and posting screeds at the Zuckerborg.
Some suggested alternative names for “Grey’s Anatomy.”
- The Bold and the
- The Young and the Residents.
- The Edge of Knife.
- As the World Sedates.
- All My Interns.
- Search for Tracheotomy.
- One Life to Give.
Someone in this household has become addicted to that show. I concede that it is quite well-written, but, honest to Pete and Betsy both, I’ve worked in some dysfunctional workplaces, but this one tops them all real or imagined.
And it’s survived for 16 seasons.
In case you wonder why I link to KCEA so often, I offer two reasons.
It plays swing, my Daddy’s music, of which I have become very fond (though he preferred Glen Miller and I prefer Benny Goodman), and–this is the primary reason, as there are other swing music sites on the internet but only a few as good as KCEA and I know because I’ve explored them–listening to KCEA as I drifted off to sleep helped me through one of the worst times of my life a couple of years before I started this blog. I guess you can say I’ve been listening to KCEA for a long time.
I’ve even kicked in a donation, and you can too.
I do not obsess over how many visitors I have, because, as I have said, this is an avocation that started as method for learning more about Linux. I have nothing to sell and I’m not trying to “monetize” anything (to the best of my knowledge, no one has ever clicked on my “Donate” button and I really don’t care, but feel free to be the first:)).
After being in a room where someone was watching Gray’s Anatomy:
If there were that much drama amongst the staff of a real hospital, no patient would leave alive.
A few days ago, I had two dental implants–er–mplanted. When the dentist was done with all the drilling, I told him that “now I know how an oilfield feels.” (I must say, he is quite skilled. If you are looking for an implant guy, I can recommend him whole-heartedly.)
On my way home, I stopped by my local drug store to drop off two scripts and pick up a snack, as it was snack time. As my mouth was wounded, I needed soft snacks (normally, I go for crackers and cheese, but I had been enjoined to avoid crunchy for two or three days).
I looked in vain for Tastycakes, because once you Tastycake, you will never Hostess again, but could not find any. As I looked at the display by the cash registers, I asked the clerk whether or not the store carried Tastycakes. She allowed as how she wasn’t sure (I’ve been using this store for years and know that she was new), and, if they weren’t on the rack before me, they probably weren’t in inventory.
I perused the rack, then said, “Oh, well, I’ll buy something named after our President,” and tossed a pack of Hostess Ding-Dongs on the counter.
She broke out laughing.
ESPN’s turning the Little League World Series into a television spectacle is a vile and despicable act of exploitation.
Ask me nicely, and I’ll tell you what I really think.
Where is it written that aging actors should get gigs doing commercials directed at old persons urging them to buy dodgy products?
Bob Molinaro, sportswriter extraordinaire:
Sign of the times: In the wake of three big-leaguers expressing regrets for homophobic and racists tweets written as teenagers, it’s past time pro franchises – and perhaps colleges – hired somebody to do nothing but comb through every player’s social media and delete old, embarrassing messages. Wait and see: Tweet hunters will be the newest sports growth industry.
I have mixed feelings about this stuff. On the one hand, dammit, my parents taught me how to behave in public, and these kids should have known how to behave in public. On the other hand, social media outfits aggressively try to convince their users that said outlets are somehow intimate spaces where they can
betray all their most intimate secrets to marketeers express themselves freely.
And teen-aged boys do stupid things.
I was a teen-aged boy.
As I said, mixed feelings.