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This morning I was sitting behind a pickup truck at a traffic light in the city of St. Louis proper…not one of the burbs.
The truck was sporting a bumper sticker that read, “Honk Again, I’m Busy Reloading”
While not the same as waving a gun at someone, how is this not threatening behavior? It is not the first time I have seen this particular bumper sticker and I never find its menacing attitude humorous.
So it should not go.
One of the issues I have as a “writer”… well a blogger is that occasionally I have the urge to write a posting that may offend or hurt another person. Most of the time I let the urge pass as my reasons for blogging do not include embarrassing or hurting folks around me. I am smart enough, after two marriages, to ask for a blessing from Señora on posts that involve her. The Wee Dog can just suck it up. Besides, it is rumored that she cannot read anyway, but I am not sure I believe it.
I could not resist the urge this time to share this anecdote as it brings home an important point in the current cultural wars that are dividing my beloved country.
The other night Señora and I were invited Continue reading “Furries, Litterboxes, Schools”
“William Meaney, the CEO of Iron Mountain (a data storage and management company with a current market capitalization of $12 billion) told Wall Street analysts in late September, high levels of inflation helped the company increase its margins — and that for that reason he had long been “doing my inflation dance praying for inflation.” A few years before, Meaney explained “I pray for inflation every day I come to work because … our top line is really driven by inflation. … Every point of inflation expands our margins.”
While the rest of us stand in the supermarket aisle gasping for breath at the price of food… among other places and other things.
A subscriber to my silly little blog “thanked me” for so cleverly inserting a Tom Dooley earwig into his cerebrum.
As with all things Curmudgeon, there is a bit of a back story. This Kingston Trio song rose to the top of the charts in 1958. I would have been six. Tom Dooley is the first popular song of which I remember singing the lyrics.
But…my mother had a favorite story about the four year old me being completely enamored with the Elvis Presley version of Hound Dog in 1956. Apparently I would sing the song loud and often. I am sure I was entirely precious!
As a favor to my subscriber…the best way to get rid of an earwig is to replace it with another one. So without further ado here is Elvis singing Hound Dog…
The last several times I have stayed at a hotel/motel for a duration of more than one day, housekeeping has not come into the room to straighten it and make the bed. It does not seem to matter what hotel chain or their level of service. I attribute this to three causes. First, during the pandemic these chains were super cautious and bragging about their amped up level of cleanliness. It was a way to keep staff safe. Secondly, after the pandemic Continue reading “Door Hangers”
In Victorian times there was a very prescribed dress code, the window of acceptable clothing was fairly narrow. At least this is the impression I have gathered from the many Victorian novels I have read. I also received the impression that this applied less to the lower classes than those more socially advantaged.
Even in the first part of the 19th century, the acceptable styles were very much dictated by society. There is hardly a man without a hat on in pictures from the 20s, 30s and 40s, if they were outside. Men’s clothing was almost always some dull color. Women had a little more latitude, but not much. I was a teenager in the 60s before mother dared Continue reading “An Old Man’s Tonterías”
“When the rich rob the poor it’s called business. When the poor fight back it’s called violence.” ~~ Mark Twain
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I took a trip down to Mississippi for a few days to visit my buddy down there, and to get in a few rounds of golf with my old – now really old – group of Mississippian golfing companions.
As is our wont each night Señora and I touched base to hear each others’ voice and see how our respective days had gone.
My last night there towards the end of the phone call I suggested phone sex to Señora, more to pick at her than anything else.
She replied with little hesitation, “Not tonight Dear, I have a headache.”
Oh the thrill is gone.
As one of my brothers so delightfully pointed out to me, I have entered my 8th decade. For most of my adult life I have more or less tried to live a reasonably healthy life style.
I put down the cigarettes when I was 31. Drugs have never been my thing, and even if they had been, keeping a job in corporate America would have put them on a back burner.
I have and still do exercise regularly. Currently I do a combination of stretches, weights and aerobic exercises for an hour or more on an average of five times a week. With Señora’s help Continue reading “A Common Attitude of Viejos???”
I do not usually do two Word of Day in succession, but I received an email listing contronyms. While not related, they are readily lumped together. See this link to see a lits of contronyms: 75 Contronyms (Words with Contradictory Meanings)
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