Yanno, some of us like cruising, some like RVing, some like theme parks, some like to hike… it’s a durn good thing we don’t all like the same vacations or it’d get pretty crowded!
Tonight’s entertainment was a pianist/comedian. He had one good joke:
“I’m a rocker from the Woodstock generation. I used to play for people on drugs. Now I play for people on medication. It’s the same people…”
And so ends my day.
On my lunch break. New system is snazzy y’all.
There’s a helluva learning curve, of course, and there’s been a whole lotta staring in confusion, and lots of cries of, “Wait, what?? How do I … ?” but everyone has been supporting each other as much as possible.
Both of my dainty lil’ ankles are just fine, thankyouverymuch.
Okay, my fifteen minutes of fame rest are up. Back to it!
Hi all.
I’ve been reading most of the MMPs for the past few weeks, but not participating because I’m always 20 to 100 posts behind.
Now that I’m caught up, everything I’ve wanted to say has pretty much been said by someone else. So even if I’m not responding directly, I’m with you all in spirit.
I was especially captivated by the sad saga of Pilot and Her Ladyship. I will say that, like some others here, I had observed that you seemed to have been living separate lives under the same roof for some time. I hope the path forward leads to happiness for you both.
And if you decide to do that ballpark tour, definitely let me know if you can work Chicago and/or St. Louis into the second half of June!
As for me, a good friend of mine has landed in Vegas. Tomorrow I’m driving over to the Strip and spend a couple nights there. Mrs W will join us Friday. Were going to see Penn & Teller and the Beatles-themed Cirque du Soleil show. Should be fun!
The baby, who they have named “Crosby” for some reason (I think they’re too young to be CSN&Y fans), is still in the NICU with an IV on antibiotics (just rearrange that sentence until it makes sense). He needs to be on the antibiotics for 48 hours so will likely stay in the hospital for a couple of days. His chest x-ray was “patchy”, whatever that means in doc talk. The mother is subject to high blood pressure spikes, despite being on medication for it, so she needs to rest, whether at home or in a hospital bed.
Yeah you guys! Stay out of my needlepoint seminars, there aren’t enough instructors to go around!!!
I’ve gotten some “lets mess with the girl on the Harley” harassment when I was riding. Something those jerks don’t understand is that not only could I accelerate faster than cars, I could also stop faster. I’ve never worried about getting hit by an aggressive driver while splitting lanes, I didn’t like doing it because car are pretty soundproof and people can’t hear loud pipes until after they have gone past.
There are other strains that will do close to the same thing, but it will be different. I’m sure that smarter people than me are working hard to figure out a solution, but it is still bad news.
Wait, what? Penn & Teller are back? (They were social distancing for a while) How long will they be performing? They are on my bucket list, gotta figure something out now.
Have fun with your friend, I hope everything goes smoothly and that everyone has a good time.
Cookie, I’m really sorry about the complications for your grandson, I hope he comes home and never shows another sign of the hard start.
They’ve had a residency at the Rio for many years; I have heard nothing about it ending anytime soon. Tickets are currently available through May.
That’s because the pipes point backward, not forward. 
Actually, I can’t abide loud pipes. The sound waves from loud pipes on a Harley impinge on my left ear and cause my eyeballs to flutter and dizziness. I seem to have become sensitive to such frequencies in my 20s when I was using a lot of spray-mount at my job.
I plan to go back to 2-into-2 stock pipes when I restore the Seca II, since it will be quieter than the 4-into-1 Vance & Hines setup I have now. The stock pipe on the YZF-R1 is quiet. It’s like having a stealth fighter.
Do they take a summer break? Because I wanted to see them the last couple of July’s because I was in town and they were not performing. I’ll have to check it out, LV is an easy drive.
I’m starting to get more worried about hubs. He has undiagnosed tremors in his hands and head. He hasn’t asked his doctor about it because of the whole “quacks just wanting to get your money” thing, but was talking to his chiropractor about it and got scheduled for acupuncture while buying snake oil.
We have his money, my money and our money. I am going to have to start keeping a better eye on our money. This sucks and I’m pretty sure it is just going to get worse.
Hugs from Tennessee.
May I come just to be among greatness~and maybe to ferry tea and coffee and wine refills chairside so no one has to put down their needle or mess up their count? I’d be a needlework valet and read quietly when not ferrying drinks.
The only way to find the one-in-a-thousand worthwhile ones is to to start with a population of a few thousand.
All the best DIY construction projects involve precarious beers. 
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A family of four could eat well for a week on that largesse! Good on ya for taking & redistributing it.
Me too. We are soooo f***ed. About like the death of the Cavendish banana.
A life without Brie and Camembert (and soon to be Bleu and Gorgonzola) is not a life worth living. We need some evil science to re-invigorate this breed ASAP.
Ooohh, aren’t we fancy today! 
Hip-Hip-hooray for a powerful-enough POS P.O.S.!!!
Now to hope your cow-orkers can figure out how to use it correctly, not wrongly. With great power comes great responsibility. Or at least great opportunity for productivity-killing fuck-ups.
Yaay you!!! Here’s to a caring and affirming time together.
It sure is. Not sure I have a clean enough memory to share. 
Hooray for your creativity.
Daylight just needs more volume and/or fewer clothes. More cowbell doesn’t hurt either. 
Remember, the Moon is up exactly as often during daytime as it is during the night. About 30 years ago I started the habit of being aware of the phases of the Moon and looking for it during the appropriate times of day/night. You can see it about 2/3rd of the dates in a month regardless of your customary wake/sleep times. Can recommend daily Moon-watching; it’s too easy for a modern (sub-)urban person to lose their connection to the music of the spheres.
You have easily 10x my experience in the SoCal environment, but my experience generally matches yours. Long ago less of an issue, more so later, and the occasional jerk is out there lurking for you to trip his (why always “his”?) hair trigger. F*** heads.
There are few things more satisfying than using your bike to break the hand of a aggressive poseur jerk. Play stupid games; win stupid prizes.
I was just dancing on the beach with that crowd. I are one.
Yaay!!!
Will do. And a separate Vegas peregrination is rapidly in order. I’ve already got a lot of history there and need to make some new history too.
This. Loud pipes are an anti-safety feature.
They make more more-aware people want to actively kill the rider than they make oblivious drivers aware of a rider to not inadvertently run over.
I despise loud pipes.
This is not good. Drag him in, even if you need to use “your money”.
It only gets worse; there is no getting better. Sad to say.
Despite what I said above, cut him off from “our money”, at least as to discretionary spending, rather than medically supportive spending. Once his discretion is suspect, you can’t let him piss that away.
Full disclosure: I have a fresh diagnosis of premature mild cognitive impairment aka MCI. Plus depression from my marital situation. At least that latter has vanished in the last week. Which might reset the clock on the rest by a decade or so. We don’t know how the MCI will or won’t change going forward. Sigh. It’s always something.
I’m smart enough that I have a long way to fall until I’m drooling cluelessly into my porridge. But it might be out there for me, and at a relatively young age.
Bailing out on HL was both a decision to spare her from dealing with my potential decline and also a decision to face that potential decline alone in preference to having her helping (maybe) and/or harping (mostly) at me through it. A tough call to be sure. I sure hope I got it right.
As to me today:
Took 3 hours to get from “jet parked” to “at hotel” 4 miles away. Mostly bad traffic on stopped 1-lane each way roads plus some stupidity with shared taxis ging the wrong way so I sat in the same jam 3x going the same way. But did get settled at hotel about an hour pre-sunset. Approaching bedtime now and I’ve managed to have drinks, jerk dinner beachfront, dance with no-kidding 8 women at once, and generally have a Caribbean island-style evening at the beach. I’ll rig up a photo folder soon and share it.
As said upthread, I’ve got a plan to go to Mazatlán for the eclipse in April. I’ve got a beachfront hotel from the 2nd to the 10th & the eclipse is on the 8th. Anyone want to join me, I have room for several folks. Airfare is your problem, but I’ve got the lodging. Let me know.
I walk about 3 mph. Just sayin’.
Good point!!
About 45 minutes of that was immigration & customs, so on foot and inevitable. Had I simply had a backpack, and sufficient clairvoyance about the group taxi itinerary I could have walked directly to the hotel faster. Dragging a roller bag and a big carryon on a hook along on the dirt shoulder of the local roads, it’d have been a closer call.
But I made the same lament you did to a friend via text about 90 minutes ago, so you’re right on track.
Went to bible study. Came home and wanted to walk to the corner store for chips, so asked my neighbor friend. She went with me. A small cat followed us.
She wondered if the police would help. I told her not to call them, it’ll be fine.
We saw a neighbor outside and he took it in temp. It had some fur missing on its back so I was wary.
I had been running hot water over the cap of my brisk tea for days and couldn’t open it. She opened it just like that.
Am I that weak?
I saw a CduS years ago (I forget which one) and it was absolutely mesmerizing.
So as a diehard Beatles fan, I haz a jealous of you!
There will be ups and downs, but overall … yeah. It will.
Sorry, sugarplum.
Well, don’t go telling everyone! Next thing you know, they’ll expect that kind of b.s. like, every day.
So far, so good.
There’s really no “wrongly” it’s either keyed in or it’s not; the trick so far is just a matter of finding where all the functions are placed.
There’s also, finally at long last, an online ordering system, so as word gets out that people can order through the website instead of calling (… and calling, and calling!) that’s gonna help a lot, too, esp. since people can only order what we HAVE instead of wasting endless time asking for things we don’t have.
We had 4 online orders yesterday (the very 1st day of the rollout) and 6 already when I left today when there were still four more hours on the clock, so that’s trending upwards already!
Overall, I haz a very happy about the new system.
Guaranteed we’re gonna start seeing some weird pizzas, though, as people see all the options right in their faces.
Folks get in a rut, yanno, always getting the same ol’ deluxe; now it’s gonna be, “Hm, I think I wanna add pineapple to MY half. Hey, honey, do you want olives on yours?”
Gonna get up offa my ass soon and make some spicy peanut sauce, for Thai spring rolls. I have fresh shredded chicken and butter lettuce ready to go, and my tummy is a-growlin’!
I’m a little sad that I didn’t get the black sesame rice paper wrappers when I was in that Asian market in Grand Rapids months ago, but at least I have the regular kind.
But if/when I ever go back (and G.C. lives in G.R. so I have an excuse!) so help me, imma buy me some.
Yipes! I just spent $160 on a pair of athletic shoes. I inherited my dad’s tendency toward bunions, so I have to get EE shoes, and the cheaper brands don’t make EE’s. (I have duck feet. It’s very sad, especially when drakes give me the ol’ hubba-hubba, but when I look at what bunion surgery entails, I vow I’ll cut holes in my shoes rather than undergo that mess.) Anyway, I like Brooks shoes. A former student recommended them, as well as every PT and personal trainer I’ve known. I walk so much that I tend to run through shoes pretty fast.
This reminds me of when Mick Jagger did the Top 10 List on Letterman, “The Top Ten Things I’ve Learned from 50 Years in Rock and Roll.” #1 was, “You start out playing rock and roll so you can have sex and do drugs, but you end up doing drugs so you can still play rock and roll and have sex.” Truly the funniest Top Ten list, in my opinion.
Can you motivate him with the Maine Coon threat, or has that lost its potency? He does need to be seen by a doctor–an MD, not a chiro-whacker. Just to give you hope, I’ll add that my mother, aunt, and grandmother all got shaky hands that weren’t part of another health condition. I looked it up way back when, and IIRC, in their case, hands shook only when using them, while in Parkinson’s, hands shook when not used. I hope he’s OK, and I’m sorry about the cheese. I’ve learned so much about cheese from you!
I caught that show about a year and a half ago on my trip across country. I met up with my cousin and his girlfriend, got really, really high and caught the show. It’s very cool. Fun especially for Beatlemaniacs who can spot all the Easter eggs.
I’m not quite sure about the connection between bunions and “drakes give me the ol’ hubba-hubba”? Care to enlighten an easily-confused old guy?
I remember when people with big feet wore ‘boat shoes’ (or ‘gunboat shoes’). ‘Did you get a whistle with those?’
So Maintenance Guy put in a new pipe splice, and has a fan running to dry things out.
Spot: "You let a people in the apartment. Why did you let a people into the apartment?!?"
I didn’t tell him that tomorrow I get the new mattress, and a new bathroom sink.
This makes me sad, too.
Wel today’s post plumbing one was me working a shift at the Doller Sto, and babby sitting Ace, AKA, let’s revive all my bad decisions in life.
And this is my most popular 'toon:
Any time you make something foolproof, they go and build a better fool
Sounds like grits at Waffle House, after a good pub crawl. 
But hopefully the rest stays away for a long while
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