Three weeks later and the flu isn’t fully out of me. A lingering dry cough pops up from time to time… getting on my nerves.
Got a new shower head for my bathroom this week. You know you’re old and boring when shower heads come into your weekly highlights.
The hardest part of seeing Trump running America is when he gives speeches to teenagers. Corrupting the youth of America one speech at a time. He’s such a scumbag. There’s no kinder word to use… plenty of harsher ones but no kinder.
I’ve noticed that CNN has no real concept of time. Anything that has occurred within the last two hours can be described, by CNN, as happening “moments ago”. It’s as if the viewer just missed it. Also, anything that has occurred in the last six hours can be said to have “happened within the last hour”. And, honestly, “Breaking News” can go on for at least three days. Everything is Breaking News on CNN. “Breaking News, a commercial break just occurred… moments ago.”
Shark Week is back on TV this week. It really is a mixed bag of stuff during this week. Some shows are kind of entertaining. None of them are really educational. Even though they all have scientists and experts explaining that these sharks aren’t trying to kill you, this message usually doesn’t come out until the last ten minutes of the program… and the entire show has an undercurrent message that even though the sharks may not be TRYING to kill you… they still might. Shark Week treats the shark species as if there are only three or four actual types of sharks in the world. Great Whites, Tiger, Bull, and Hammerhead. That’s it. I mean the Whale Shark is the biggest fish in the world and gets no mention during Shark Week. The cost of being a filter feeder. And I’m amazed that there were people who (a) actually thought Micheal Phelps was going to get in the ocean next to a Great White Shark, and race it and (b) that there are people who got angry that (a) didn’t occur. Social media really does allow the stupid to show up way too easily.
Popular BBQ
First bought it gained loved one praise,
Such a great little BBQ you’ve got.
Just the right size for you,
And easy for cooking when it’s hot.
Next came the pretty robins,
This is a great place for our chicks.
And so, for six weeks, they moved in
And filled my BBQ up with sticks.
Now the wasps have moved on in,
They find life under the cover is the in thing.
Meaning anytime I’d like a hotdog,
I run the risk of a burning sting.
I guess I need an ugly ‘q,
One that nobody would give a care
Who knew the hardships in my life,
In the simple quest for medium rare.
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