Head East, Old Man

The wife and I are off to NYC, MA and DC tomorrow for a couple weeks, so I decided I had to get a post up before we go.  Otherwise, the blog would lie fallow for close to a month. I think we would all agree that would be a bridge too far.

I had a nice chat with my brilliant, selfless friend Dr. Joe this week. He is a busy man, saving lives at UNC, but he carved out some time for his best man.  He told me that grandchild #6 is on the way.  I expect that I will never catch up with him.  I’ll be able to get together with him, along with mutual pal The Wig, at SB1’s wedding.  I love those guys.

We had a good old time this week down in Paso Robles with TCG and Katie and Unc and Mashie. Wine tasting by day, at Tobin James, Dao, and Sculptera, followed by some good meals at the solid restaurant scene.  We hired a driver for the wine tours as we usually do.  I told him he looked like my bud The UK.  I sent the UK a picture of us.  He said the driver was a good-looking guy.  I responded that, unlike the UK, he also had a sense of humor.  You can catch the UK on the Musk documentary below.  He comes in at around 8:48.

https://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/new-york-times-presents

So, back to Paso.  TCG, Unc and I got along famously because we all have the same sense of humor, in that we all mistakenly believe that we are funny. I also sent a note to good pal and wine snob 4M to let him know we were tasting the best wines in the world.  He responded with “said no one ever”.

Things are looking up in the political arena.  Between the two right-wing lunatics running in the Nebraska gubernatorial Republican primary, the one that doesn’t grope women won.  In his primary, Madison Cawthorn was fortunately shown the door. Unfortunately, it was not because he is an insane insurrectionist demagogue, but because he pissed off Republican bigwigs with his orgy stories and irked a local NC moneybags. Let’s hope the same fate awaits Boebert, MTG et al.  That’s too much to wish for, but those two in particular may be on their way out.  Fingers crossed.

I had an interesting interaction in FC several months back.  I’m not sure why I haven’t shared it with you previously, but I just came across it in my notes.  I was driving home and arrived at my house and pulled over. The lady behind me rolled down her window and asked me if I was OK.  I was going to say I was absolutely fabulous but decided against it.  I told her I was fine.  I’m still trying to figure out what the hell brought that on.  I always drive at a reasonable speed and use my turn signals.  Maybe she didn’t like the look of the back of my head.

The FCMC boys communicate via a WhatsApp group.  There is a lot of COVID back and forth.  I expect that to dwindle as the monkeypox topic ramps up.  I sometimes toss a bon mot in there.  I told them that the only good thing about the Chinese hurricane gun was that it would wash the chalk off Susan Collins’ sidewalk.  CRICKETS!  I’m not giving up on that joke, thus its inclusion here.  Feel free to add a comment.  Also, #1 has a fake DJ’s Detritus account on Twitter.  I’ve been mulling over starting a Twitter war with him, but now that he has a lot of time on his hands, he’d probably crush my spirit.

OK people, I’ll regale you with tales from the other coast sometime in June.  Until then, feel free to page through past posts to get your DJ fix.

It’s Tuesday

That means the boy’s call is tonight, with the concomitant ball-busting about blog paucity and inane ideas for new posts.  If they actually had any good ideas, they could start their own blog, but nobody wants that. I had a partially formed dispatch ready to go as of last week, but I felt it was a little boring.  Of course, if I had let that stop me before, I’d have about 25 posts up here as opposed to the 654 current gems.

So last week was birthday week in Foster City.  We kicked it off with a sleepover with 4M and his wife here on Gull. 4M brought the good stuff as always and we contributed a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and some 10-year-old port.  A gourmet breakfast was served the next day before we kicked them to the curb.  The next event was Wednesday when the women got together for my wife’s birthday at the Belgian’s house. The Banker, The Belgian, #1 and I then headed off for a raw fish extravaganza at Tokie’s.  We had three rounds of top notch nigiri and rolls and closed down the joint.  We were also happy to clink our mugs of Asahi together to celebrate The Belgian’s election to the National Academy of Sciences.  As if this was not enough, we gathered at Unc’s house this past Saturday with the #1s and TCGs.  We sipped the Petit Verdot I had received from The Banker, and I got several additional gifts, which I richly deserved.  Molto grazie amici.

The Wolv sent me an article discussing the fact that Machine Gun Kelly and Megan Fox were drinking each other’s blood as well as various expert takes on it from the New Orleans Vampire Association.  I have never been inclined to do this, but if I ever went down that road, I think I’d keep it to myself.  The article explained that "NOVA is a nonprofit organization made up of self-identifying vampires".  Okay, just because I’m a self-identifying billionaire, it doesn’t make me one.

Speaking of weird shit and billionaires, the Russian ones have been dropping like flies lately.  On my 7/31/21 post, I had mentioned a celeb that smoked toad venom, but one of the Russian oligarchs had it inserted in a skin slit by his shamans as a hangover cure, which led to his death. That’s right, he croaked. 

It looks like OAN is having a little trouble. But after fighting lawsuits from voting tech companies, being dropped by DirecTV, and a staff exodus, they might be coming to their senses.  They’ve just stated there was no widespread voter fraud in Georgia, after pushing that horseshit for months.  I sure hope they are still able to make a go of it. We need a good source of alternate facts.  

Colorado patriot Lauren Boebert is coming out with a book.  I had the same reaction many Twitter wiseasses did.  Get your crayons ready.