Get the Net

I think it is totally normal to hold the 2020 G7 summit at Trump Doral and apparently so does my personal hero Mick Mulvaney.  What is with this cabal and why are they not doing time already? Mick stepped on his dick yesterday.  Whoops!  Somebody needs to tell these guys doing crimes out in the open does not make it OK.  The Exec and I were talking about emoluments when we were watching the Niners crush the Rams last week.  We see nothing wrong with them, especially with winter approaching.  Wait, scratch that.  We meant emollients.

I forgot to include the ’89 quake in my blog when I was recalling anniversaries yesterday.  My wife made it home to Pacifica, but I spent the night in the city.  I had a test at USF but class was called off, which allowed me to be slightly better prepared when I finally had to take that test.  The phone lines were jammed most of the night, but I finally got through to my wife, who was about four months pregnant. After I finish this post, I’m going to go work on my earthquake preparedness kit.

I was picking up a case of wine yesterday.  As I was wheeling it away, my shorts fell down.  I looked back at the clerk and said, “maybe I should go one notch tighter”. Another clerk tried to pretend he didn’t see me.  That’s what I call customer service.

You may be asking yourself why you are seeing consecutive posts.  All it takes is a kind word.  #1 praised the increased frequency of my posts.  It put me in seventh heaven.  He also had a good comment.  Instead of Insane Clown Posse, the White House thugs can form Ukraine Clown Posse.

Dr. Joe and I had an email exchange today.  We talked about football, as manly men do.  I also sent him the blog link and he said I “appear to be getting funnier again” AGAIN??!!

Any analysis on my week 7 NFL picks I shared yesterday?  No?  OK, then I’m outta here.

Amazin'

OK, enough about The Wigs

Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the Amazin’ Mets World Series victory.  I told my kids the front page of Middletown, NY’s Times Herald Record that I have framed on my office wall is 50 years old today.  They’ve ignored me so far.  I also asked them a while back, on a scale of 1 – 10, where I fall on the wokeness scale, given I’m a 62-year-old white guy.  That’s right.  They ignored me.

There was an article about “civility in the land of Foster City” in today’s Daily Journal.  The paywall may block you, which does not make a hell of a lot of sense to me.  It’s a free paper.  Regardless, with folks like The Exec and TCG floating around, I’ve never found this town particularly civil.  I do have to admit that things have improved since #1 took his Singapore assignment and The Hotelier moved to Burlingame.

https://www.smdailyjournal.com/opinion/columnists/civility-in-the-land-of-foster-city/article_98527b22-f078-11e9-a6df-27a1feb41b2f.html

I have my siblings coming over for SNF this weekend. I'll be making Boccocini Di Pollo Con Patate E Salsicce.  Eat your heart out.  Two of the three of us were born in Philly, so you know who we’ll be rooting for.  Out of a sense of magnanimity, I’ve decided to share all my week’s picks with you.

KC, Buf, Jax, Det, GB, LAR, Ind, SF, NYG, Ten, NO, Sea, Phi, NE

I’ve come up with a good gig for Trump and Rudy Ghouliani when they are out of office and out of jail.  They can be the front men for Insane Clown Posse.

73-year-old Suzanne Somers has graced us with this shot.  I find it tastefully done, yet deeply disturbing.

So Lonely

My wife is still in Portugal, the Azores to be exact.  I was going to send her the YouTube link to the Police’s “So Lonely”, from their seminal album Outlandos d’Amour.  I decided against it because her international phone plan has a strict data limit.  I can be romantic.  I just don’t want it affecting my bottom line.

Can I tell you people something?  I can’t get enough of the Wigs. I gladly flew half-way across the country for the wedding last month.  And then I get a text this week from their SB2, who is not only a wedding officiant but an eminent Googler.  He invited me out to dinner Wednesday night.  We chowed down at Ben Tre in San Mateo.  I appreciate the fact that he trusted me enough to let me order.  We had Imperial Rolls, Five Spice Chicken with Garlic Noodles, and Tiger Beer.  I can’t get enough of Ben Tre food either. The two of us had a nice chat.  I realize that my wife pleaded with him to check up on me, since she cannot keep an eye on me from Portugal, but I didn’t let that get in the way of us having a nice time.

I also had a nice chat with his dad last night.  The call came in shortly before my 8:30 bedtime.  The Wigs had just gotten in from a Lake Street Dive show.  He was effusive about their talent, so I committed to watching one of their videos.  They were catching the final innings of the Nationals game and sipping Maker’s Mark. After I hung up, I texted my wife that I was OK, and she didn’t have to implore the Wigs to keep tabs on me.

Tonight, I’ll be having dinner at Rasa in Burlingame with the Hotelier.  I was going to cook dinner at my house but the Exec and TCG said they really didn’t feel like hanging out with me.  The Hotelier and I are both looking forward to the return of our wives on Wednesday.  His wife’s name is???

I’m assume you have all seen the Facebook posts stating “For my birthday this year, I’m collecting donations for …” I plan to do that as well.  I’ll be collecting to buy Jim Jordan a sport coat.

Bar Names?

After my last post, I got word that Mrs. TCG – possibly a soon to be retired name? – sent it on to the village women.  Given the rash of shit they gave me, I thought my inbox would have been flooded, but I’ve yet to receive any emails from them.  I’m flummoxed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkBvsBpgGbo

I have not seen my bud The UK for quite a while.  He has been very busy, globetrotting with his new job.  I was surprised to hear he was not interested in my Seahawks win on TNF, so I asked him who’s he’s taking for the MNF clash between the Niners and the Browns.  I’m waiting for him to tell me to piss off, which he essentially did yesterday when I proposed several dinner dates with him and some of my other high school buds.  Is it me UK?

I shared all my week’s NFL picks on FB along with a brag about my 37.92 fantasy points from Russell Wilson.  I’m 38-26 for the season so I may have to go to Vegas one of these days.  My damn retirement account is just moldering anyway.

I got an email last week from SB1. I thought he was going to riff on the impeachment of The Orange Duce.  To my chagrin he brought to my attention the engagement of Princess Beatrice.  I love the royal family, but I did not think I had passed on my celebrity schlock obsession.  I should have taken some parenting classes.

I will be flying solo until the middle of the month.  I dropped the wife off at SFO this morning for her flight to Portugal. After a stop in Lisbon, she will be heading to the Azores.  I’ll be spending this time doing my telecom factotum thing and cooking for one.  The wife is traveling with a couple of the village women.  I wish I could identify them.