Interrupting Furniture Appreciation Week a.k.a. Fall Cleaning, to go fishing.
you know that it’s Fall Cleaning Time. I don’t mind Fall Cleaning. I don’t mind Spring Cleaning. It’s Furniture Appreciation Week. Sigh. We have a lot of pieces of furniture that needs to be cleaned and polished. 🙂
It’s a touchdown. It’s a touchdown. You’re fired. And Les Miles has to go.
From last week’s The Week in Pictures at Powerline.
Why? I have searched for an answer to this question for years.
So Mr. Big Food, The J-Man and I went to this guy’s talk: Sep 13, 2016 Visiting Speaker September 23 – Dr. Gregory Pence Dr. Gregory Pence will be giving a talk in our department on September 23. Dr. Pence is a Professor and the Chair of the Department of Philosophy at the University of
I am very doubtful whether history shows us one example of a man who, having stepped outside traditional morality and attained power, has used that power benevolently. I am inclined to think that the Conditioners will hate the conditioned. Though regarding as an illusion the artificial conscience which they produce in us their subjects, they
Who Knew? If you don’t know what’s going on in this photo– … . Well, you are an idiot. You may recall that Tony invited Nassim Nicholas Taleb to our dinner party some years ago. Scroll on, Bro. View at Medium.com
I am in my late 50s. I have lived through Nixon and Clinton I & II. And the X-Files. I know. I know that it is always best to tell the Truth from the get-go. I Know. And I will tell the Truth. The J-Man has been abducted by aliens. Daughter C is attempting to
“What We Are Coming To” by Grant E. Hamilton in Judge magazine, February 16, 1895 (color image courtesy of Tombolare) I found this is the section titled, “The Story of America in Pictures” in the crappy old book, The International Standard Atlas of the World (1958 edition). One page over there’s this: “The Shame of the Cities” was
Independence by A.A. Milne I never did, I never did, I never did like “Now take care, dear!” I never did, I never did, I never did want “Hold-my-hand”; I never did, I never did, I never did think much of “Not up there, dear!” It’s no good saying it. They don’t understand.
Photo doesn’t do it justice. At one point, it was almost a full triple– and if you looked hard, you could almost see a band longer than the “v” in ROYGBIV in the lower bow especially on the south side. One of the longest lasting rainbows I’ve ever seen. I didn’t time it– because who
Politeness If people ask me I always tell them: “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.” If people ask me, I always answer, “Quite well, thank you, how are you today?” I always answer, I always tell them, If they ask me Politely…. BUT SOMETIMES I wish That they wouldn’t A.A. Milne (author
Do you recall? The big worry was whether or not we were going to get to the book sale AND get Kat to the airport. Itinerary
This evening, at the dining room table, we enjoyed a delicious dish of giant lima beans baked with bacon and a touch of molasses and a little brown sugar, and cornbread– made from real yellow corn meal– baked in an iron skillet in the roaster. As I have asserted many times, Western Civilization is alive
We’ve recovered nicely from our 48hoursandcounting meltdown (happens every time).
While dining in the Front Room, we’ve casually recapped what we need to do tomorrow morning.
The last of the BBQ is cooling. The ‘perloo’ is chilling. The coofins are packed and ready to go.
The grass is amazing!
And we’ve all turned in early.
G’night. Go Dawgs.
I hope to have photographs tomorrow. Bear with me as we contemplate the important questions. Why are we doing this? Why did Daughter C spend a whole entire day picking and tying bundles of grasses which are drying on the South-facing apartment wall? Why did Kat package up multiple freezer bags containing 2.5 pounds of
Mr. Big Food found her. I’ve been so preoccupied with tailgate s*^t that I forgot to mention this. Mr. Big Food radioed me that he’d found the white hound in the Southwest Pasture and I drove down and then walked down and walked her back to the truck. She was in a sorry state, poor