Sunday Evening Post

I sat down and wrote up a brief letter I was gonna send to the White House, requesting an interview with Trump. Short, concise and pleasant. And then I started filling in all the required information and learned that my email had to be shorter than a tweet. No pun intended, I’m being totally serious. All I was able to write was that I was requesting an interview with Covfefe (I didn’t use that name) before it cut me off at the pass.

Upon careful consideration, I thought it better not to send a request that was going to relegate me to a list which consists of fifth graders and nut jobs. Soooooo . . . the Trump fake interview will happen instead. Unlike the legit interview I would’ve done with Trump . . I get to make up my own rules with this ‘boob job’.

A few more thoughts that zig inside the zag of voices in my head? Sure why not . . .

  • Never, ever run in frozen winds that whip harder than a Dominatrix with anger issues. I know this rule. I abide by this rule, like almost all the time. Excepting for today, when I ran into the face of an arctic blast that put my face on ice as if it were a button man for the mob. And what’s worse, I ran after having imbibed a couple glasses of water. There I was, a mile out when my nether region was called on to provide a service that wasn’t feeling natural in the least bit. I did an about face, prayed to Jesus, Mary and Joe and went Sun Tzu and Mojave with my thoughts until I arrived back home safe and dry. Moral of the story: Failure to prepare is akin to pissing in the wind (almost).
  • Four episodes into Mr. Robot and loving every minute of it. Rami Malek plays a hacker with a righteous soul who’s trying not to drown inside an evil world. Dark, dastardly, delightful. Thanks to Frank for the 411 on this show.
  • My body has returned to it’s regularly scheduled programming (a wind chilled run notwithstanding) after taking on the black diamonds of Blue Mountain last week. I never realized I was taking my life in my hands when I used to do this shit on a regular basis.  I gotta say, I felt downright fucking heroic after surviving it. Also stupid, a little stupid. Bourbon is a great peacemaker . . just saying.
  • I wouldn’t give a penny to this wall. A strong leader doesn’t need a wall, because a strong leader makes the existing policies work where they failed before. A strong leader doesn’t make promises he knows he can’t keep for the sake of political expediency. A strong leader doesn’t blame everyone but himself when shit goes wrong, because he knows where the buck is supposed to stop. I didn’t name names, because I don’t have to.
  • Besides, a moat would be so much more cost effective. And way cooler. Way . . .
  • Potato salad always seems like a good idea until I’m eating it.
  • Bundt cake . . it never disappoints like that.
  • Tom Brady crying “poor me” just doesn’t work. Feeling sorry for Brady and his team because they’re Vegas underdogs is like feeling sorry for Brad Pitt’s penis . . or Bill Gates’s bank account. Ain’t. Happening.
  • I never got on the craft beer bandwagon. Craft beers are like sliders, they don’t jibe with my particular opinions on beer and burgers. But . . I do have a few faves as per the former. Rogue Dead Guy Ale is one of ’em. Linds B reminded me about it recently when she told me she picked some up. We are not easy customers, so let’s just say the stuff really is very tasty.
  • Storms, more winter storms and freezing temps. And not a single Dennis Quaid sighting. I think we’re safe . . .
  • I want to pet a lion before I die. I mean, not right before I die from being mauled and then eaten by said lion. Like . . I pet the lion, survive . . and then many years later I remember that moment on my death bed. Okay, you know what . . I just like lions. I don’t really need to pet one.

Welp, I could go on. And on. But there’s only so much time in the day, and I have to go in fresh when I see my therapist.

Peace and warmth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

138 thoughts on “Sunday Evening Post

  1. B,

    Can’t wait to read that fake interview.. Honestly. It will be way better than any real thing could wish to be…

    There are some interesting zigs and zags going on in there… just sayin’…
    There’s staying hydrated and timing said hydration. I shan’t even try to imagine anything else. Coz as a chick any option to … right. Stop.
    My friggen son is trying to negociate his Prime access for some chicken parm… did I negociate his using my Netflix? da hell…
    A moat would be way cooler than a wall. Drawbridge down (get it 😉 )
    You seen Brad Pitt’s penis? Maybe he does have a reason to cry.
    I’m with ya on the craft beers. So far, there are very few I would return to but hey, ya gotta try once in a while, eh?
    My sister gets back from her safari with her daughter tomorrow. She took a picture of a lion thisclose to the jeep she was in. Face all bloodied from his recent fight with the two other males near the tree over there. She didn’t think he wanted any petting, but maybe if you’d been there?

    Peace and keep on dreamin’ Papa!

    Q (Mama – remind me to tell you about my “initiation” where I had to be Mama Cass…)

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  2. Your support points for feeling sorry for Tom Brady still has me laugh. He’ll, I may even have to get some bourbon to toast Covfefe to you. Glad you are enjoying Mr. Robot. Got to go against you on craft beers. Finally, real beer on the market – and beer isn’t my first choice for a drink!

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  3. The Patriots won today and are going to the Super Bowl. I simply cannot begin to respond effectively to your post as a result. I’m just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo monumentally frustrated.

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  4. If I printed this I’d have a posse in front of my house. First off, I LOVE THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS, I don’t care how fat Mama Cass was or whether or not, John really molested McKenzie.

    That said…love the wall paragraph. I’m now dreaming about it, and can’t believe the stand-off is still going on. Fuck all the Americans, my dick is gonna be bigger than yours Nancy if it’s the last thing I do. It’s not even a fair fight since, how big a vibrator could Nancy even come up with.

    Yes, she’s going up the Wall, so to speak, me and Nancy and Chuck who looks as if he never takes off his suit.

    You have much more profound, stellar comments than I can ever make, so I will stop here.

    Your writing not only entertains, it illuminates. How fine is that!

    Susannah…Forgotten American Citizen #20,100.05

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    • SB,

      A posse? Sounds muy serious.

      True thing you bring. Think about how little we would be able to enjoy if we took to task all the actors, artists and musicians. And I don’t know about you, but I ain’t even bothering my turntable with Pat Boone. No way, no how.

      According to the Donald, that thing is huge . . I mean bahlieve me when I tell you . . it’s HUGE! And please, don’t look at his hands as he tries to convince you . . .

      Okay, you know? I totally believe that! I think Chuck had suit made custom. It’s got a ventilation suit, a self cleaning option and wrinkle free system that dry cleaners would envy.

      Oh please, your comments are both stellar and profound. I know . . I know . . those cranky compliments. But sorry pal, you’re in the posse when you visit this joint.

      And to think, I sat down to share my cautionary tale about running with a gallon of water in you!

      Susannah . . . they ain’t stealing your fabulous name, they can’t!

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  5. I missed this last night, Marc. I usually try to get here before the comment count reaches 65. It takes me an hour to scroll to the bottom and because of my advanced years, I totally forget what I wanted to say. Here I am fresh in the morning and know exactly what I want to say…..*crickets….Oh yeah. I loved the Brady discussion. What a crybaby. I now have to sit through another Superbowl wondering what hack The Patriots have come up with to win. I’ll be rooting for the Rams for sure. Mamas and Poppas are always on my mixes. I fell in love with them in the sixties. Have a great week.

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    • Boss,

      You’re always front of the line, you know that by now. 😉

      As for Brady, he is the biggest crybaby! Cry me a river! He’s got five rings, Giselle and generational wealth . . and he wants us to feel sorry for him? Of course it was ALL a ploy to rev up his forty one year old engine, and damn if it didn’t work. Again. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that a forty one year old dude can still come out on top against such a great young player as Mahomes, but puhleeze! He and his team were an underdog for a reason! The game was in KC!

      All that said, I’m hoping for a full circle win for the Rams. Seeing as how they were the St Louis Rams, and heavily favored, when they took on a young Brady eighteen years ago and lost. Maybe McVay and youth will be served and Brady and Belichick will go crying into that dark night. For once, and for all. A boy can dream.

      Yes, they are a permanent part of the rotation.

      Have a better one mister. 🙂

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  6. 76 comments? I am tardy to this party. Sorry — twas watching my new faux football boyfriend, Patrick Mahomes, who’s way better than Boo-hoo Brady, then I slept in.

    Bundt cake is da bomb. I shall make a layer cake later today, though — tis yellow with chocolate icing and that always says “layer cake” to me. I made the executive decision to spend the day of sub-zeros not in a cold office (in more ways than one) but in my jammies, lounging in the bed with the fleece sheets for, like, ever. I shall reward myself for this awesome decision with cake.

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  7. In addition to my comment replies above, can I just say running leaves me inclined to call Uber (and I loathe Uber), let alone doing it in windy conditions with a big fat side of Arctic temps? You’re a better human than me running or doing 100 pushups. Gold star for you, dude. ⭐️Oh and one more thing, I want to party with you and Dale! Sounds like some g.o.o.d. times.

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