Good morning from my office stashed between two stadiums in Seattle. It is a Saturday morning at 0900 and I am about to fall asleep from the lack of mental stimulation around here. That, and I didn’t sleep all that well last night with my knee aching and my liver in a dull pain. At least it’s better than it was a couple of days ago.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to bring here today. I think I want to stay away from the news crap today — I mean, who really needs to know that badly? I know there are stories about a lot of drone sightings today. Apparently we had some show up here in Seattle last night that were “about the size of a truck”.
Putting one of these posts together can be a pain in the ass, yet here I am — with a pain in my ass from doing the work here that nobody else wants to do. I feel just like Stephen Colbert as he puts together his daily segment, “Meanwhile”…
“Folks, if you watch the show, you know I spend most of my time right over there in the news mill, grinding the week’s finest topical story grain between Bavarian limestone wheels, then sifting it through the golden silk of breaking headlines to bake you the warm, hearty sourdough boule of my monologue. But sometimes, folks, when Saturday rolls around, I get chased out of a farmer’s market by a pack of renegade bread enthusiasts and end up fermenting a bag of stolen potato peelings in a rain barrel to sling you the haphazardly yeasty dumpster loaf of news that is my segment, Meanwhile.”
That’s pretty much how I do this blog, also.
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Love the 1960’s pre-computer era flying saucer – great idea only well before it’s time.
As to 1979 – was 17 and accepted to the USNA through competitive exams sponsored by the U.S. embassy located in a small nameless country. Sorry to hear about the ague and other afflictions, you are too young for that stuff. Here on the other hand it is a daily norm, thank ye gods for better chemistry in OTC pain mitigation.
Got a ’74 Ford F250 running again, parked 23 years. Now working on the brakes and fuel system, all deteriorated. Keeps me entertained and frozen (we are enjoying sub freezing already – just all adds to all the other #@^~! pain). Guess better to enjoy what we have than the option of waking up dead. Yeah, maybe I am your sole remaining occasional reader, but if that is a smidge of encouragement, have at it. I do wonder what happened to all the rest that used to inhabit Misha’s paradise. Oh well, carry on and do not become carrion.
Damn, I need glasses and thinner fingers – typed 79? It was 69 as the meme picture cites. I think I will go get a beer, helps with they typing.