Sunday Morning Musings

I’ve just completed the prep work for my signature brisket, which the Exec and I will consume as we watch the Niners beat the Packer’s tonight, and now it is time to blog.

I got a note from The Wig asking where the hell DJ was.  I was going to tell him that a 400-pound hacker sitting on his bed had hijacked my blog, but that would be less than transparent.  I do not want to disappoint Wig, as I did countless times when we were living in a luxury apartment on Cleveland Ave. in Binghamton in 1980 along with Dr. Joe.

I’d touch on the latest news, but I have not been paying too much attention.  Between work and Discovery Channel’s Naked and Afraid marathon, I’ve been pretty tied up.  I do know that the spewing tangerine grifter has been having a couple tough weeks, along with the rest of us, but I have complete confidence that the Republicans in the Senate will do the right thing.

Mike Bloomberg has joined the presidential race, but his campaign will not be accepting donations. What a solid citizen! It is too bad though, because I was about to write him a check.  His predecessor has been going off the rails as usual, but I’m happy that he has an insurance policy in the unlikely event that he gets thrown under the bus.  Are you getting tired of hearing
“thrown under the bus” yet?  I think he should pay attention to the opening lines of this.

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

I took a quick perusal of the entertainment news on Google to see if there was anything I should share with you.  Julianne Hough and Gabrielle Union will be leaving "America's Got Talent".  This is the last straw for me, and I will no longer watch.  I stated earlier that I didn't want to disappoint The Wig, so I hope he does not find out that the 2019 Victoria’s Secret fashion show is officially cancelled.  And the American Music Awards are bumping up against football, so I’ll have to DVR that one.  I gotta see what Taylor Swift will be singing.  Lastly, Charlie’s Angels has not done well at the box office.  I find that difficult to understand, given it was a rehash of a rehash of a bad idea.

I checked my blog notes from the last several months to see if there was anything else I needed to say, but there was nothing but twaddle there, so I’ll leave you with my week’s picks.

Hou Det Cle NYJ Chi NO Sea Atl Buf Pit Ten NE SF Bal

Alone Again, Naturally

A penumbra of sadness has descended on Gull Ave.  My wife has left me alone again, this time to attend a sorority sister soiree in San Diego. And I have an extra hour to fill.

I got to the posh club at opening time today. I spent some time on the stationary bike and then some deltoid and rhomboid work.  I tend to avoid the biceps.  As I believe I’ve mentioned here previously, they’re already too damn big.

I usually see some interesting things there.  They had a sign up about a class in Zohar, the chief text of the Jewish Kabbalah.  I temporarily confused it with that Adam Sandler classic, You Don’t Mess with the Zohan. 

A few weeks ago, I was minding my own business, blow drying my armpits, when I encountered a gentleman at the sink in his underwear.  This would not be odd if he had not also been wearing his socks and loafers.  I thought you usually took those off before your pants.  And there was a millennial gently and meticulously blow drying his scraggly beard on the lowest setting.  Give it a couple wipes with a towel and you are done bro.

In politics, our esteemed president* - asterisk courtesy of Charles Pierce – was booed at World Series Game 5 as well as a UFC bout last night.  I do not recall President Obama attending any UFC fights. 

Surprisingly, Thursday’s impeachment vote went strictly along party lines.  The big news is that Jim Jordan wore a suit coat and Katie Porter a Batgirl costume.

SB1 is down at The Wig’s house, doing his part.  Mrs. Wig is putting in 14-hour days until the election.  They are both helping turn Virginia blue.

Lastly, Tim Ryan ended his presidential campaign a little while back.  My question is: How could they tell?