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“True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing.” ~~ Socrates
For some reason Sargent Schultz of Hogan’s Heroes comes to mind…
People with overwhelming certainty about any number of things, scare the bejeebers our of me. I have very few things that I see as black or white. Most things, for me, fall in the gray zone. I tend to see too many ‘ifs’, ‘ands’ and ‘buts’.
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“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Señora recently acquired a new phone. Right now the phone is a bit annoying as it has a notification sound that, for all the world, to me, sounds like “ruh roh”. Clearly I spent far too much time watching Scooby Doo with my kidrens when… well, when they were kidrens way back in the last century. This “ruh roh” sound is probably on multiple applications, However, messing around with her phone ranks right up there with getting into her purse. It is something I avoid doing as I consider both very personal items. That, and gawd only knows what I might find.
The other night it was late, the lights were out, and Señora and I were being, shall I say, more than a little feisty. A little while into our canoodling, an application on her phone started in with notifications. “Ruh roh” it kept saying, over and over. At first it was barely impinging on my semi-crazed hormonal state (fully crazed fled years ago), but after eight or ten times, it became hard to ignore.
As it continued with the “ruh rohs” I began to feel like her phone was judging us. Was it bothered by feisty seniors? Her phone might be a super Christian for all I know. The Apostle Paul and St. Augustine espoused sexual congregation only, only in marriage, and even then solely for the purpose of procreation. It would, indeed, be a miracle – and a disaster – if Señora and I were to procreate. Perhaps the phone was pulling a 1984 and Big Brother was being judgmental about what we were doing. I basically felt like there was a hypercritical third party in our matrimonial bed adjudicating our nocturnal activities. The hormonal part of me wanted to grab the device and fling it into silence, but then I remembered what we had paid for it.
Funny time of life when logic and caution prevail over hormones – ruh roh.
And so it goes.
Which reminds me of a joke from my biochemistry class (again last century):
How do you make a hormone?
Don’t pay her!
Now days the college chemistry professor would probably be in deep water for telling such an un-woke joke. Oh well…
“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Señora has a habit of lying in bed in the mornings, drinking her coffee, and working puzzles from the New York Times on her phone. She was doing so this morning as I was buzzing around getting ready for my Spanish class on Skype.
Suddenly she jumped out of our matrimonial love nest, loudly exclaiming, “I am running late. I have an appointment for a massage in just a few minutes.”
I unwisely replied, “You have a habit of that. It just drives me nuts to be running late.”
Señora responded to my injudicious comment with, “I’m going to get there on time, and you are altogether nuts anyway.”
When will I ever learn? In the ongoing drama of our matrimonial repartee, I always end up as the bottom.
And so it goes.
Today’s news had a story about NASA’s rotor craft, helicopter by any other name, making its fiftieth flight on Mars: Ingenuity Soars: NASA’s Mars Helicopter Aces 50th Flight – “We Are Not in Martian Kansas Anymore”
There have been stories about this craft since even before it arrived on Mars. These stories always make me think of my father who was a technical representatives for helicopters for Kaman Aerospace. I could see him as being utterly fascinated by a helicopter flying on another planet, especially one with practically no atmosphere.
I could also see him trying to get stationed on Mars to provide technical assistance for the craft! Yeah, I know, he was no Matt Damon.
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This is the 50+ chorus that Señora sings in… Allegro’s Spring Concert is May 7th. Be there or be square.
Event is free, but you need to register for seating. They are asking for an optional donation of $20. For more information click this link: Allegro
In fact you can see Señora’s charming face in the header on the home page of their web site.
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yeah I know you did not ask!
At times, it is so very, very hard being a sarcastic SOB.
I was filling out a medical form, and even though it was a computerized form that could have been carrying redundant information from section to section, it was not.
One question it kept asking, besides my name, DOB, etc., was sex. It got where it was all I could do to not put “Yes, and often please.” But I kept reminding myself that it was a very tired, old joke, even by my standards.
Why they had not provided a drop down box with the two options – male, female – is beyond me. A free form text box seemed to be exactly the wrong option for gathering an either/or piece of data . Perhaps they were trying to be “woke”. It just struck me as stupid programming.
On a related note…
A while back a doctor asked me, “Do you drink?”
“Sure,” I replied, “Scotch neat with a splash of water, otherwise I will take whatever you are drinking.”
Apparently that was an inappropriate response in a medical setting.
And so it goes.
An article popped up in my news feed this morning, Two St. Louis pizza parlors make ‘Eat This’ top 10 list. The article linked to an article on Eathis.com, 10 Iconic Pizza Restaurants That Still Serve Old-Fashioned Pies
The original article cited EatThis.com as saying
“Eat This, Not That writer Carly Terzigni calls St. Louis, “One of the pizza capitals of the United States.” She features Imo’s and Pizza A-Go-Go on her list, 10 Iconic Pizza Restaurants That Still Serve Old-Fashioned Pies.”
It was more than a little interesting to me as I had just posted this article on Curmudgeon-Alley.com, Iconic St. Louis Foods. In it I gave my considered opinion on how really awful St. Louis style pizza is.
Sorry, you are still not going to get me to eat Imo’s Pizza, even if a national website praises it, IMHO, it is totally unappetizing. Yeah, they probably sell a lot of pizza around here, but St. Louis is the last place in North America I would call one of the pizza capitals of the United States. But then opinions are like a***, everyone has one.
And so it goes.
That is homophone, not homophobe, you silly goose.
On the off chance that you do not know what a homophone is and did not parse out the Greek – homo meaning same, phone meaning voice or utterance – here is the dictionary definition:
One of two or more words pronounced alike but different in meaning or derivation or spelling (such as the words to, too, and two)
Common examples of homophones include:
I do not recall having an issue with homophones in Continue reading “Homophone Challenged”
There are several foods that are considered iconic to St. Louis: Gooey Butter Cake, Toasted Ravioli, Provel Cheese, St. Louis Style Ribs, BBQ Pork Steak, St. Louis Style Pizza and a few more. I’ve tried around 8 of these local favorites on the list in this article: St. Louis Food: 12 Delicious Dishes (And Where to Try Them)
However, the raison d’être of this posting is St. Louis style pizza, specifically from the iconic local purveyor. Yup, that one. This pizza typically strongly divides Continue reading “Iconic St. Louis Foods”