2019's First
OK, people, I’ve been under the weather for a week or so, otherwise you would have seen multiple posts. But I’m back now. Thank your lucky stars.
The wife and I kicked off the New Year in beautiful downtown Redwood City. We caught The Sun Kings, a Beatles tribute band at Club Fox along with Unc and Mashie and their Belmont crew. We had a fine salmon dinner prepared by Unc beforehand. I managed to stay up until after midnight and fulfilled my obligation as designated driver, if only for my wife, since Unc and Mashie decided to party on until who knows when.
I’m having lots of fun on FB, as usual. I had a little Kardashian rant, which I’ll elaborate on later. I also shared my stellar playoff picks and got appropriately roasted, managing to pick only the Chargers correctly. This weekend should be easier. My buddy the UK featured pics of one of his veggie masterpieces this past weekend and I responded by asking if those were “compost stuffed peppers”. I think the cold made me do it because I would never usually say something mean like that. Especially when the UK does nice things like inviting me to Kirkwood and also VPNing into various countries to falsely inflate my blog hit counts from exotic locales.
Did you see Kim and Kanye are having a fourth? At least they are creating employments for nannies. I know you think I love the material they provide but if I never heard another Kardashian news item, I’d be a happy man. Did you see mommy got a nice bag emblazoned with “Rich As Fuck”? To boot, I really do not like that AF phrase. It demonstrates a lack of creativity.
In any case, what is wrong with those people? Give some of those ill-gotten gains to The Salvation Army or something, which was essentially the gist of my aforementioned Facebook philippic. It turns out Kendall Jenner’s big reveal was that she sometimes gets pimples, which allows her to be the Proactiv spokesperson. And Kylie’s daughter got a $2.5M chair. And Kim gave toddlers Louis Vuitton purses. And DJ had a sad.
Maybe AOC’s 70% marginal tax rate proposal on the rich will solve our Kardashian/Trump/Koch et al problem. OK, I can dream. But I have a hard time throwing my support behind her after that video I saw. I sure as hell never danced or had friends when I was in college. Ask The Wig and Dr. Joe.
Dr. Joe and I traded emails recently. I sent him the blog link, so he could catch up with my holiday happenings. He responded by saying “Is one post a month considered blogging? Just like that, 40 years of friendship gone in an instant.
Speaking of ex-friends, 4M reached out today and inquired about me blogging about the Bezos divorce, which took me aback since he never reads the thing. I told him it was too soon, way too soon. I got nothing on the Fiji water girl either.
Did you see that $3.1M tuna? I gotta ask Wig if tuna would be good in my portfolio. I just don’t want to keep it there too long, because it would start to stink. Bada boom.
I’ll close with this one, because I’m too stunned to write anymore.
https://tinyurl.com/y9xo5ryv
The wife and I kicked off the New Year in beautiful downtown Redwood City. We caught The Sun Kings, a Beatles tribute band at Club Fox along with Unc and Mashie and their Belmont crew. We had a fine salmon dinner prepared by Unc beforehand. I managed to stay up until after midnight and fulfilled my obligation as designated driver, if only for my wife, since Unc and Mashie decided to party on until who knows when.
I’m having lots of fun on FB, as usual. I had a little Kardashian rant, which I’ll elaborate on later. I also shared my stellar playoff picks and got appropriately roasted, managing to pick only the Chargers correctly. This weekend should be easier. My buddy the UK featured pics of one of his veggie masterpieces this past weekend and I responded by asking if those were “compost stuffed peppers”. I think the cold made me do it because I would never usually say something mean like that. Especially when the UK does nice things like inviting me to Kirkwood and also VPNing into various countries to falsely inflate my blog hit counts from exotic locales.
Did you see Kim and Kanye are having a fourth? At least they are creating employments for nannies. I know you think I love the material they provide but if I never heard another Kardashian news item, I’d be a happy man. Did you see mommy got a nice bag emblazoned with “Rich As Fuck”? To boot, I really do not like that AF phrase. It demonstrates a lack of creativity.
In any case, what is wrong with those people? Give some of those ill-gotten gains to The Salvation Army or something, which was essentially the gist of my aforementioned Facebook philippic. It turns out Kendall Jenner’s big reveal was that she sometimes gets pimples, which allows her to be the Proactiv spokesperson. And Kylie’s daughter got a $2.5M chair. And Kim gave toddlers Louis Vuitton purses. And DJ had a sad.
Maybe AOC’s 70% marginal tax rate proposal on the rich will solve our Kardashian/Trump/Koch et al problem. OK, I can dream. But I have a hard time throwing my support behind her after that video I saw. I sure as hell never danced or had friends when I was in college. Ask The Wig and Dr. Joe.
Dr. Joe and I traded emails recently. I sent him the blog link, so he could catch up with my holiday happenings. He responded by saying “Is one post a month considered blogging? Just like that, 40 years of friendship gone in an instant.
Speaking of ex-friends, 4M reached out today and inquired about me blogging about the Bezos divorce, which took me aback since he never reads the thing. I told him it was too soon, way too soon. I got nothing on the Fiji water girl either.
Did you see that $3.1M tuna? I gotta ask Wig if tuna would be good in my portfolio. I just don’t want to keep it there too long, because it would start to stink. Bada boom.
I’ll close with this one, because I’m too stunned to write anymore.
https://tinyurl.com/y9xo5ryv
posted by DJ @ 3:56 PM
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