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Egad, Ace!

Just said my good nights on the ONT and then saw this! Have to peruse it tomorrow.

Looks interesting, though.

G'night now.

ICYMI, 20sec video webwork, "Trump is a Class Act"
http://bit.ly/trump-classy

Reading through the comments, I read aloud to Milady:

365 F**K a light bulb just exploded over my head.
Posted by: The Political Hat

She replied (paraphrasing) this is what I love about the commenters on Ace. Light bulb explodes over someone's head and what do they do? Clean it up? No, they comment about it!

♥

Well, let's see how this day went:

Got up, bright and sunny, started the day right with the morning thread.

Felt the 5.1 Oklahoma earthquake many miles away.

Milady and I had a good lunch of eggs, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas.

Pet thread somewhere in there. Bragged about doggie.

Went to town. Read that Scalia died, headed right to AoS, which was on it of course.

Had to quit that to go do laundry (see comment #2).

Milady made great from-scratch pizza. Daughter dropped by, watched some videos, including Mark Dice on Scalia death conspiracy theories (sigh!).

Headed home, had a drink, plowed through ONT comments, and now...

I'm ready to rest up to face another amazing day.

♥

Life is what it is. Take it easy.

Good night, whoever's still hanging around.

♦

ICYMI, 20sec video webwork, "Trump is a Class Act"
http://bit.ly/trump-classy

Laurie David's Cervix: So, this was my Saturday

Better than mine!

BTW, Sorry about the long rant at #2.

I woulda been first, but I stopped to read the post.

Jesus instructed his followers to love one another. To love my neighbor as myself. And I do. I love humankind and pray continually for our spiritual salvation and uplifting. I love humanity in all its glorious struggling and achieving and failing.

The Public, however, is an entirely different matter. I've known that the Public were unpleasant, filthy, and disgusting, since 'way back in high school, when I worked cleaning up after them in a public park, and in the teen night club I helped found and run when I was (duh) a teen. The Public means filthy urinals, cigaret butts, and used condoms - often in the urinals. The Public is ill-mannered, smelly, and diseased.

I've always known this, but my tolerance for enduring the Public over the decades has been increasingly abraided, especially as my awareness has increased regarding what dealings with the Public portends.

Which is why I don't go out much, if I can help it.

As it happens, lately, we've had an epidemic of appliance failures. The vacuum cleaner is in the shop; the dishwasher has been down for a while; we've been avoiding getting the dryer repaired by hanging stuff to dry; but then, two days ago, right in the middle of a load, the washing machine stopped working.

Thus, we were thrust into one of the more repulsive Public venues, the laundromat. On Saturday evening.

Now, the laundromat was clean. The washers and dryers were in good shape and not reeking of other people's cleaning materials. And we went at dinnertime, when the patrons were few and many machines were available, so we could get in and out as quickly as possible.

We started the laundry, I read a chapter in my book, Milady read something on her cell. We switched to the dryers. We re-stationed ourselves by a couple of folding tables near the dryer as I read some more.

As Milady got up to pull out some dry clothes, that's when That Guy came over, took the chair where she'd been sitting, and threw his big tub on the folding table, even though he never did any folding!

"Where'd you get your hat?" he asked me. "It was a gift!" I replied, hoping my irritation wasn't too obvious. Some discussion followed of how he wanted a hat, Milady suggesting places to buy one, and him replying about his impoverished state and other drivel.

Despite my terrible Opinionated Tourette's Syndrome, I said nothing more. Fortunately, it's the age of the Internet, so I have other venues in which to vent, and did not verbally assault the fellow then and there, but it was a terrible struggle. Bit my tongue until it bled.

Soon enough, he threw his dry clothes into his big tub, bade us goodbye, and dragged his fat ass and his tub of wrinkly clothes out of there.

So I didn't say...

"Hey, fellah! I can see that you're morbidly, even obscenely obese, that you could make three or four of me out of you. That's okay, I'm sure it's because you're somehow 'handicapped' - I am too, just in ways that aren't as obvious.

"I can tell by looking at you and listening to you that your problems are mental as well as physical, but you're plainly functional enough to do your own laundry and hold a marginally intelligent conversation.

"So, what I want to ask you is, Did you have a mother? And if you did have a mother, did she ever tell you to cover when you cough and sneeze? Because, you're sitting here in public coughing up a lung and sneezing your filthy sputum into the air that everybody else has to breathe!

"Did you ever hear of a handkerchief?? Do you want to give everybody else your cold or tuberculosis or whatever the hell you've got?"

Now I feel like I'm coming down with something. I need to drink some orange juice - with a strong, double-shot of medicinal purpose.

I love humanity; I can't stand the Public.

PET THREAD! I wondered if I'd enjoy this. I do. Thanks!

And Meth Lab is hilarious.

After twenty-two years living in the country, oh! the tails I could tell of our cats and dogs. And pix...! I'll try to constrain myself.

Here's a pic of our boy Gimli at a birthday party last month.
http://bit.ly/bdy-dog

Many years ago, I saw this young dog out by the shed. Assuming it was some neighbor's critter trespassing, I said to my son, Son, go chase that dog off. Son ran out there, yelling and waving his arms. The dog laid down and rolled over, tail wagging. I knew he was ours from that moment. And he was. Son got to name him. That name's not my fault!

He's apparently got some German Shepherd, but with a short snout, and a broad torso and skinny hind end that give him a unique appearance - vet said probably some pit bull, with some chow. I like mutts, and he's the best mutt ever!

Being a "teenager" and apparently abused, besides being abandoned, he was a bit hard to train, but he was and is eager to please, and loyal as can be, so after a long time on leashes and tethers, he finally learned to stay in our territory and is never on a tether at home, long since. Gun-, thunder-, and loud-noises-shy, probably from his upbringing. If I swat a bug, he runs for the door.

He's gentle as can be with our kitties, but a killer of possums and squirrels. I remember walking him one day early-on, and as we passed by some high grass, he turned and nailed a possum like lightning. Little beady eyes staring up at me, broken but breathing. Had to put him out of his misery. A couple of times they would wander into his tethered territory and get killed, too.

But when it comes to chasing off neighbors' dogs, he keeps his distance and barks commandingly. Smart guy. Looks fierce enough to strangers that they don't just get out of their cars, but the meter reader and others have learned, he's just happy to see you. (Of course, the meter reader brings him doggie treats!)

Scariest moment: when he was still on a tether, one day, we found him sitting up in the old oak in front of the house - climbed straight up ten feet to get there! If he'd tried to come down the wrong side, he would've hanged himself. Moved him away from the tree after that. Got older and heaver and he never climbed a tree again, but that was as impressive as it was terrifying.

He's smarter than we are. We were neglectful one year and he got the heartworms, so he's on the monthly treatment for the rest of his life. We were using the Iverhart, but the vet had supply troubles so they switched us to Interceptor.

He looks his very best when he's running. Also, when out-of-town son brings his two dogs by, and walks them around the property (on a leash), Gimli is as happy as can be to walk with them - loves company, even though those city girl-dogs are weird.

Getting on in years, sometimes seems a little stiff getting up in the morning or when it's cold - so am I - but once he gets going he's like a puppy. When we feed him, he waits to eat until I pet his head and say, "Good dog." Loves riding in the pick-em-up more than the van because he can see out more easily.

I wish I'd known when my kids were younger what this dog has taught us, about patience and positive reinforcement vs punishment. He's a good teacher.

Yep, there it is... a 5.1 quake. Whoo!

For the record... sitting here in my concrete house in the country in NE Okla, felt my chair wobble back & forth slightly as if the dog were leaning against my chair scratching himself... except the dog's outside. Guessing it was an earthquake, probably down near Oklahoma City. 11:08am CST per the computer. Nothing on USGS site yet.

From "The Sketch Book" of Washington Irving, 1820, quoted for reasons which should be obvious:

[quote]
As it is the fashion for modern tourists to travel pencil in hand, and bring home their portfolios filled with sketches, I am disposed to get up a few for the entertainment of my friends. When, however, I look over the hints and memorandums I have taken down for the purpose, my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humor has led me aside from the great objects studied by every regular traveller who would make a book. I fear I shall give equal disappointment with an unlucky landscape painter, who had travelled on the continent, but, following the bent of his vagrant inclination, had sketched in nooks, and corners, and by-places. His sketch-book was accordingly crowded with cottages, and landscapes, and obscure ruins; but he had neglected to paint St. Peter's, or the Coliseum; the cascade of Terni, or the Bay of Naples; and had not a single glacier or volcano in his whole collection.
[end quote]

That's what RDB needs to search out for us: Moar Volcanos!

It's strange, though. Irving's Sketch Book hasn't got a single drawing in it! ...

Say! Art!

CrotchetyOldJarhead, you beat me. Your turn to go call the Horde over.

Oh yeah: I just remembered (repost from ONT):

I have not put forth many mindful webworks in the past year, but now and then, I crank one out. When inspired or motivated.

One nice thing about being undiscovered and never going viral is, I don't have to deal with comments from crazies, on my site, or (especially) on YouTube.

I hope it stays that way, but I'm tempting the fates now with a new 20-second video.

WARNING: Language unsuitable for children, the genteel, and Republican Presidential candidates in public.

Donald Trump is a Class Act
The question is, which class?
at mindfulwebworks.com:
http://bit.ly/trump-classy

Note there is a PayPal donation link in the upper corners of the webpage, whatever 20sec of vid is worth to ya.

Or, if you would rather go to YouTube for some reason
https://youtu.be/MJOF6EzqL9U

So far so good: 19 views and no YouTube comments!

Vic: No news this morning. Slept too late.

Good for you. I did, too, although I think my "late" is much later than yours.

There is news. Just have to dig a little for it. There's a few items on my "blog-heap o'links" (in nic). But it's hardly the same as Vic's delivery to our doorstep here.

And I think you can still vote in the New Hampshire Primary, but only for Hillary.

Morning, Glorious Children of the Almighty,

Another day of opportunity for service and appreciation of this magnificent Creation.

And I slept late.

Whatcha y'all been dealing with so far?

I'm up too late.

Going to rectify that now.

Wanted to talk about learning to drive on the old Allis tractor and go-karts, and when I was teaching my twin sons to drive, and we got stopped by a cop, but I'll save all that for another night.

Good night, laddies and ladies and all the slips at hee.

Cicero: Wait, what?

Yeah, I'm sorry, that was confusing. Let me rephrase.

Cette remorque a été approuvé para todos los públicos. Tulipalon sattuessa, pārtraukums stikls. Πλύνετε τα χρώματα ξεχωριστά.

Hey, where all da infidel wimmen at?
Posted by: Sheriff Achmed Mohammed

See that large bunch of motorcyclists over there? Go molest their women - they don't mind. (See the beards? They're just like you!)

I'll watch from over here at the bar.

We'll also up the tip quite a bit if we're sitting a long time at a table in a busy place, and/or drinking little or not at all where most tables might be expected to order more booze. Because.

Spent some (too much) time in bars when we were younger and lived in Chicago. My late bro-in-law was a great bartender.

Tipping the bartender is a wise thing.

Daughter has done a lot of waitressing. We don't go out to eat as much as we used to, but our baseline has been 20% for a long, long time.

I think of it as the waitress has two bosses. The restaurant pays her to turn in orders and deliver the food; the customer pays for our end of the service. Of course, in a true capitalist arrangement, the waitress would negotiate the tip up front, but that has problems of its own which I'm too tired to bother typing about this. :/

AshevilleRobert: One of the other drivers last night had the woman show up completely naked at the door to pay.

[something something...] "just the tip..." ??
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