Pretty Sure I Ain't dead Yet

The jury may still be out on whether my demise is in the past or future. But I owe taxes, therefore I think I'm still alive. But that's merely my current opinion. However with the current temperature and even hotter ones over the past few months, I might be wondering,"If this ain't Texas, then it might be Hell". If it's Hell, then I'm gone. I could really build a case for the Hell scenario based on the close resemblence between the current administration to 'Ole Scratch and his Minions. Anyhow this is supposed to be an affirmation that I'm still kicking as well as a wave to my friends and a warning to my enemies. Bye For now!

New Year Resolutions

I'm gonna start a new trend. I am going to wait till 2020 and evaluate what I accomplished. I will then list anything that I discovered as one of my resolutions for 2019. That way I will be flooded with endorphins for meeting my goals and my friends can issue me congratulations for the same reason. This looks like a win-win for me. Hey, I learned it from politicians and other members of government. If I see anything that looks good then I will take credit for it. If anything looks bad then I will just blame the other side. It doesn't matter what I said or did last year, last month, or last week. The public's memory and attention span is only good for about 3 days at best. Anyone attempting to show evidence that doesn't agree with my current view is a Racist (fill in the blank with the curse word of your choice) and must be lynched, impeached, of decapitated. There, I feel all better now and am looking forward to claiming victory in any endeavors that come my way. So far I have successfully predicted that Nancy Pelosi will stick her foot firmly in her mouth and therefore cannot open negotiations to end the government shutdown. Schumer has his nose so far up her rear that any noises he makes just appear as mumbling and grumbling. I'm gonna wait till I open my Christmas presents before making any more predictions.

Psssst! Don't tell anybody. This is just a little note to let all y'all know that I am still around and kicking.

Meander

Now that's an interesting word. In what passes for memory in my admittedly inaccurate brain, meander means to take a wandering non-linear path toward some goal that may either be sharply defined or nebulous in nature. There may not even involve a goal as the act of traveling or the adventure of discovery might be all that is desired. I wish I could state that there was an object lesson or a moral embedded in this entry. But obviously there is not one.
Some days do not involve a conclusion. Those days are merely the glue that keeps life from becoming a machine gun stacatto of estatic highs and terrible lows. Those days are the neutral middle of the road existance that are the basis point point by which we define the amount of joy or sadness involved in the days of epochs.
The same might be said of Good and Evil. Without a basis for measurement we would have no idea just how Good or Evil an act or an event might be.
On a scale of 1 to 10. Casey Anthony is a 9.5 in the evil direction.

Grass

Maybe I should clear the air. I'm talking about the kind of grass that grows in the yard. Not the kind that grows in some little cleared spot in the woods or in somebody's garage under $5000.00 worth of gro-lites. Well perhaps I should qualify it even further to my yard and leave Rodrigo's yard out of the equation.
Anyhow the basis for this entry is I noticed an advertisement for "Realistic Synthetic Grass". Wow, I think my head just exploded. My thoughts included all sorts of alternate universes and possible product lines that I could invest in. "Realistic Counterfeit Money" springs to the forefront. I mean, really, what other kind of appearance should synthetic grass take? Outside of some group of Italian designers pushing polkadots or bold stripes what kind of "Unrealistic Synthetic Grass" would you want in front of your typical american colonial or early federalist house?
Perhaps I have just outlived my time and slid into some sort of timewarp where Lady GaGa's Home Design company is the biggest on the planet. I suppose I should just shut up and buy stock in Crayola and sell Home Depot before it's too late.

Empty Heads

OK, I want to know if anybody out there thinks Al Roker is a bonifide weatherman? It turns out he has never taken any courses in anything to do with the weather. All he ever wanted to be was an announcer. So that is what he does. He announces the weather while reading a script from a teleprompter. He really don't know squat about the weather or being a weatherman.

I'm thinking you might see where I am going with this. At least most anyone with an 8th grade education and at least a 2 digit IQ should see this coming.

OK, I want to know if anybody out there thinks Obama is a bonifide president? As it happens everything in the first paragraph applies here too. Yep, we have elected a talking head whose only talent is the ability to read a teleprompter to the highest office in the land.

I guess we deserve it. We let some actor who can't pick out his own clothes, stay sober for seven days in a row, or stay married for over 2 months, tell us what to eat, what to wear, and what to drive. We need to make potential political electees take a SAT test. One where they have no support staff and no props or phone up lifelines. The questions should be based on the kinds of things they are trying to represent and things they might have to govern. You know, basic business things like supply costs, net profits, economic policy...things like that. No pass, no play !! I'm just tired of elected officials with no qualifications other than a plesant voice and the ability to read from a teleprompter have any power over the money that I work for or the life I choose to lead.

The More Things Change, The More I Hate 'Em

Just about every time I get to where I am comfortable with something they go and change it. Take Facebook for example. I liked the old look and feel. I was able to navigate around without much thought to driving, just enjoying the view. Suddenly I have to pay attention to where I am going and how I am getting there so I cannot pay much attention to the surroundings.
When did we lose sight of "If it Ain't Broken Don't Fix It!!" ??