I can't recall where I saw this earlier this week, but it accompanied an article talking about the disconnect between men and women in relationships. Perhaps it was always thus, but it seems to me that we are living in coarser times - civility and dignity, never mind tenderness and love, have taken their leave from relationship behavior.
I apologize that the image is not so sharp as I would like.
Will the human race endure? I'm sure it will. Tommy Boy recently posted on the treachery extant in modern love. But isn't there at least something worthwhile and noble in trying a little kindness?
A few oddities from the crevices of my mind and the bathroom countertop:
People who make aerosol/pump spray fragrance buttons should use contrasting polymers for the button and for the nozzle. It would make it much easier for those of us over 40 (ahem!) to see which direction the darn thing is aimed.
Does anyone know why shaving cream is super fluffy at the beginning of a can, and very watery near the end?
I am almost certain that no person on earth gets their money's worth from a tube of toothpaste more than I do. No, I don't slice the tube open when it's done, but I'm pretty confident that a steamroller (gratuitous JT reference) could not dislodge another 1/8 cm³ from it.
A couple of weekends back, I took the train to the city where the East peters out, to see some fun stuff at their convention center. Despite much consternation from the nattering nabob nitwit brigades, I did not encounter any untoward sentiment personally, and was able to enjoy a fine time both days that I attended. Of course, it should go without saying, I was smart enough to not go on the day that multiple politicos were there for photo ops.
While I was there, I saw or met noted writers, Col. Craig Boddington and Phil Spangenberger.
While it can be argued that MSRs - and accessorizing accoutrements - were more than adequately represented at the event, there was still quite a lot for traditionalists such as myself to enjoy.
I thought I would run a few errands this afternoon, then mow the grass before darkfall. The rain dashed my plans.
Picked up some interesting CDs at the resale for cheap: Emmylou Harris' Duets, a two disc 60's folk music sampler (it has 30 songs - The Kingston Trio and The Brothers Four each got two songs), Whiskey Folk Ramblers - a local alt-country band, Undertakin' Daddies - from Canada, and one of those background sound discs of loons (yeah, like from On Golden Pond).
A few weeks ago, I cleared my schedule for tomorrow. Now, I have no recollection why.
This might be Matthew Perry, though...
The above was seen at The Old Home Supply. They had three busts of Elvis. Inasmuch as they have buiidings on all four corners of the intersection, and each bust was in a separate building, no normal person would have noticed. Ah, but I'm very observant...and not your average bear.
Henley does this Billy Sherrill song on his Cass County CD. Tonight, I learned that Emmylou had recorded it on her first album:
Last week/end I spent three nights sleeping outdoors: Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. It was kinda warm the first night, chilly the second (and Sienna was restless). I sleep comfortably under the stars, but Monday night the wind blew a bunch of tree fuzzies onto my sleeping bag and pillow. 😒
The moon rises also...
Daughter and I had dinner at the church Wednesday night. Breakfast for dinner. I was served by a twentysomething chick who gave me two pieces of bacon. Teen daughter was served by a teen dude...who gave her six pieces. What the heck? Luckily, she shared with me. I probably only eat bacon 2-3 times a year. It was delicious.
I wonder if I can set up a GoFundMe account for one of these:
I like the dark finish, but the 6-7/8" fluted bbl in stainless is probably better.
For Easter, I gave daughter a yuge stuffed Easter Bunny, with a gimme knapsack with scented soap and some perfume she wanted. The bunny, with its ears extended, is taller than me. Wednesday night, she told me she'd named it...Harvey.
Well played. I showed her this portrait of the pookah and me:
As the rain prevents doing chores outside, I may putter around on some projects in the garage this afternoon.
Last night I read about a beer commercial that is allegedly 'terribly racist', according to someone called 'Chance the Rapper'. The video wouldn't open on my phone, so I checked it this morning on my desk computer. The charge about it being racist is a stretch.
Over the weekend, I fulfilled a minor wish list item. I'd been wanting to go to the Old Home Supply Store since hearing about them 3-4 years ago. Daughter and I enjoyed perusing the merchandise, in many cases playing "what do you suppose this is/was?"
You can't beat a Dread-horse
Rock on, woman!
(I wonder if the N. K. Fairbank Co. received twiddles branding them as racists...)
My research indicates that the mascots - who today would most likely not be considered politically correct - featured on the product above were named Goldie and Dustie. The N. K. Fairbank Company was apparently a major supplier of home cleaning supplies from the late 1800s through the mid-20th century. Proctor & Gamble bought out some of their product lines.
A co-worker who does not like the man-bun texted me this this morning:
The circus blogger this morning posted a helpful guide regarding the information facebooks keeps on its users. Maybe on account of having this blog, I never felt the need to have the facebooks.
My church is very much technology forward. A few years ago, I was going to load a Bible app on my phone. When I looked at all the 'permissions' that the developer retained, I decided that my paper Bible worked just fine. I don't have anything to hide, but why would I let people I don't know, anyplace on earth, run amok through the information on my phone?
To this day, when people tell me all the swell things I could do with this or that app on my phone, I just smile and say "Wow, that sounds cool!"
When I was in high school, my buddy's dad who owned a bank drove a Mark V (later a Mark VI). We sometimes borrowed it, because it was cool to ride around in a car with a phone. I thought of that when I saw this pristine doppelganger of that car the other day:
Bring back the opera window!
After touring the used building materials, Daughter and I found a hidden urban spring a couple of miles north, where I decided to refresh my feet in the brisk flowing waters:
I took the picture after I put my sock back on. I did not want to snow-blind my readers...
The movement to divide the Peoples Republic of California may be gaining ground. If only I knew where to send contributions.
Of this, ComKev would say "I weep for the species." Circus blogger might call it Idiocracy. In any event, there's no shortage of evil in the world.
Observed this in the outside patio garden of an art gallery just east of downtown. Daughter says I should make one of these:
I think I would lack the patience to weld 200 washers together...
I support the Right to Bear Bows. I have recently been on a mission to re-string my recurve bows. I still have to order a string for the Pinto, per my research dating to the 1960s. I also have a Bear Black Bear assault (compound) bow, not shown.
Bow-wow! Ben Pearson Pinto, Fred Bear Kodiak, Shakespeare Manitou.
About three years ago, I spent four days on a murder trial jury. Last month, I received a jury summons - I thought my prior service would exempt me, but it was too far back. So, I went to the Central Jury Room in the nearby large town, thinking perhaps I'd not get chosen. However, there were few people there that day, and not only was I selected for a jury pool, but with a low number, I was also picked for a jury.
Back to steering wheels, this one seems a bit complicated:
There's a lot going on there...
I have an arsenal of recurve archery bows, and one assault (compound) bow. Only the compound and one of the recurves have strings, but that is soon to change as I have ordered a new string for my Bear Kodiak bow. My Pinto will have to wait - it's the longest (66" AMO), almost a longbow.
In the ongoing whack-a-mole that is the HRC blame game tour, the failed 2016 Presidential contender has now blamed misogynist white men and their wives for her defeat, while accusing the same of opposing black progress, and resenting women and Indian-Americans in the workplace. My rough calculation is that the former State Secretary has now blamed about 75% of the American population for her defeat. Yet she still believes she's relevant.