Hi, friends!
How is your Tuesday going? Let’s talk good things.
I got the new patio set up this week. And by I got it set up, I mean the guy I paid to do it has basically finished. It makes me so happy! I need to get a few more plants now to help the border look nicer. OH NO. THE HORROR.
Also! There’s new episodes of Stanley Tucci’s Searching for Italy airing! Still season 2, which I’m confused about, but also very glad to have the new one about Calabria to watch this week.
Phillies won, that’s good.
Read the room, dude. Read the room.
HAHAHAHHA
lol
Goddamn puffins (header photo) are awesome. I was just in Iceland, hoping to see the little bastards, but they had all migrated a couple weeks earlier. (sad trombone)
That said, Iceland is awesome. Cold, wet, windy, and still awesome. For most of you it is a shorter flight than Hawaii.
I’ve had several friends who loved visiting Iceland. Only complaint a few had was frustration that it was too cloudy to see the Northern Lights, but that’s just stupid weather and not Iceland’s fault.
@memeweaver, but did you outhorse your email? Their board of tourism has rockin’ marketers.
I did not. Subjecting those beautiful animals to my work e-mails seemed inhumane, and I was not wrong.
I don’t know what the hell the geniuses at CNN were thinking putting this latest round of Tucci’s show directly opposite prime time football. I’d totally forgotten about the damned thing and wound up having to pay to watch it yesterday.
I replaced our burned out microwave and put in a new GFCI outlet to replace the old two prong unpolarized outlet that must have been at least 50 years old. Nothing has sparked or shorted out (yet).
Gotta replace a leaking garbage disposal under the sink. Came back from Iceland to an under-sink cabinet sitting in water. Good times.
I just got an email from Martin Sheen who wanted to talk about Donald Trump’s rally and wanted me to give money to the Democratic Party. That spiced up an otherwise l o n g workday for me. Whether Martin Sheen should really be the face of the Democratic Party I don’t know but with the tragic defection of Tulsi Gubbard I guess they’re grasping at straws.
WINNING!
(I can’t believe that was 11 years ago. Seems like only yesterday.)
I’m getting texts from Nancy Pelosi. She can fuck right off. When AOC calls, I’m on board.
I live in New York so I know that the whole point of winning any elected office, even the most obscure and minor ones, is to get rich. Now if Nan and Paul would just donate 10% of their insider trading gains to the DCCC they’d be flush enough to stop hounding their beleaguered voters and we’d all feel much better about ourselves.
Hey, Jerry Nadler, who might even be your US Rep., had a net worth of $121,000 in 2018 after serving in Congress for 25 years.
https://www.opensecrets.org/personal-finances/jerrold-nadler/net-worth?cid=N00000939&year=2018
No doubt, but I also have no doubt that Jerry Nadler lives in a spacious Upper West Side rent-controlled apartment that he’s been occupying since the Dutch were trading with the Lenape, and pays almost nothing compared to its fair market value. If you include that his net worth jumps easily into the seven figures.
You would say, oh, but he doesn’t own that. Well, in a sense he does, because New York City, in its infinite wisdom, has succession rights. That means that the apartment, with its laughable nominal rent, can pass to a child, a caretaker, pretty much anyone who spends a certain amount of time in it. He could let a 19-year-old friend of a grandchild move into a spare room while she attended Barnard and then if he dropped dead she could take it over and hang onto it for decades.
Which, by the way, in this case has nothing to do with politics. Although I am sure his rent-controlled apartment and building is in far, far better shape than most. He wasn’t given a rent-controlled apartment because he was a pol (although there are cases of pols getting extremely hard to get and heavily subsidized housing). Speaking of that, I wonder how ole “found guilty of 11 ethics charges by the House ethics subcommittee” Charlie Wrangel is doing?
Oh, you, too?
Well, I took an early-ish night off work to pack and get ready for my trip to L.A. tomorrow. I’ve got that conference, though, or else I’d try to go celebrity-watching — you know, in court.
I keep getting texts from Oprah. She thinks I require diet gummies. I keep telling her that I’m not fat but pregnant and to mind her own business.
Went to the annual Paw Paw Festival at a local Virginia winery yesterday and brought home some paw paw muffins and half a case of wine. I don’t use either of those, but my wife reports that they are both very good. She had two glasses of the red and is snoring on the couch right now and I’m debating whether I should just cover her up or try to take her upstairs and put her in bed.
One of the goods here, was that thanks to Dr. Lemmy’s Barry Bonds post, I got to giggle at this bit of absurdity, that lives in infamy, in the hearts of EVERY kid who grew up a Twins fan, in the ’87-91 era😉😁😂🤣💖
The things EVERY one of us remembers;
The Berenguer Boogie, Kirby’s homer in Game 6, and Dan Gladden punching Lombo in the face, in his front yard!
For those of you who missed the Paisley-Park filmed
madnessbrilliance😉😂💖;And Kirby;
And a bit more silly & good, even though it’s old;
(Found that one popping up, when I went to look up some more of the They Might Be Giants kids’ songs, earlier tonight😉)
theres a dude coming by to grade my house for its energy label tomorow
if it scores an E or worse….i wont be allowed to live here as of next year…unless things get improved
i figure its about an E or worse
and that means i either finally get some proper insulation and shit….or i get put on the priority list for a new place with a couple grand fuck off bonus
either way thats a win…unless it scrapes by with a D…