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Facebook Lists

The list of people I follow on Facebook dwindles ever so close to zero. It's pathetic, really. But, like everyone else, I suppose, I am drawn to it.
You might call it a guilty pleasure, but I don't feel guilty and it's a fair distance from pleasurable.
Given the minuscule number of folks I now follow, one might think I have no more need to gripe. One would be wrong, and I forgive one.
I cannot seem to prevent myself from clicking on those moronic “Lists” of the 37 worst haircuts, or the 17 most hideous tattoos. You know that crap as well as I do. But I'm weak.
I just clicked on one that promised the 25 worst cars ever made. As if……….
OK, some of them were bad designs. OK. But I owned and drove a bunch of the cars in the list and liked them. I drive one of them even to this day, and I like it. Fact is, I mostly like stuff. Cars included. Some of the ones that I didn't ever own, drive (or still own and drive) were cars that I admired.
And then there&#…

Jack Handy and his Deep Thoughts

There's a real guy named Jack Handy and he's really funny. He has books and such entitled “Deep Thoughts”. The official web site is located at
Here's some samples to whet your appetite:

I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.

A man doesn't automatically get my respect. He has to get down in the dirt and beg for it.

Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see.

I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fishe…

How I Ended Up With PlayStation Vue

Yeah, OK, I know what I said, but, well, my first choice was really PlayStation Vue anyhow, not really Sling TV. I discovered that the channel line-up on Sling didn't really fire my rockets all that much. All that business you read about the Sling interface being bad was bullshit from the jump, but the channel line-up just wasn't my cup-o-tea. If you actually LIKE FoxSports juunque, it would be a great thing. On the plus side, getting out of Sling TV during the free trial was easy and direct. After I left Sling TV, they even sent me an offer for a free ROKU (with two months pre-paid on my part) if I would just not leave. Bless their little hearts.
I kept after the Sony Entertainment web-site trying to get my password thing straightened out, and hot-damn it finally worked. Of course, I'm also waiting for Google to get into the mix. Google. They run the world. Who could have anticipated a world where a search engine was bigger than IBM? Or, for that matter, wher…

How I Ended Up With Sling TV

I'm a cable-cutter. I think that some people would call me a cord-cutter, but that just seems sort of delivery-room oriented, and that's not what I'm into these days.
I started cable-cutting early on, but didn't really finish the job until quite recently. My local cable company is Comcast, but it's been others in the past. They're all the same. Really. For the past year and a half, I've had only the most basic TV service from the cable company to augment my Internet service. Turns out that the cable company does some things really well, like Internet service and phone service (which I also don't use, but have in the past), and some things not so much. Like TV delivery. Odd that what they started out doing well—TV service—Is where they fall flat now.
Times change.
Television has changed.
This month, I had a nice young man from the cable company pay me a visit. His name was Vinsent and he was both personable and knowledgeable. He came the sa…


I'm in the process of buying a house. All is well, my credit and income to debt ratio is grand, my FICA score is through the roof. I've been renting this house for a couple of years, and now the owners want to sell, so we made a deal. I'm buying the house that I live in already—The owners and I get along famously and the house is a peach. We decided to do it ourselves without involving a real estate agent. I've never done it like this before and neither had the seller. ITS AN ADVENTURE FOR CHRISTSAKE!!
We are now at the point of getting the loan past the demon of the deal—the Underwriter. I've had at least a couple of bone-headed questions from the underwriter so far and, frankly, I expect at least one more. I really wonder what the basic qualifications for being a real estate underwriter are—Must be something akin to being an IRS examiner—You know...Someone who knows absolutely nothing about anything. Sorta like Barack Obama’s qualifications to be Presid…

The Santa Clarita Diet--Netflix Original

In other news, I noticed a new zombie-comedy being touted on Netflix—A made for Netflix thing starring Drew Barrymore and Timothy Olyphant, two of my favorites. It's called The Santa Clarita Diet, and the run-up inferred that Drew was going to be a zombie and Timothy was going to be her husband, living a normal life in the El Lay 'Burbs when Drew turns into a zombie and hilarity ensues. I was ready.
It's funny enough, but it's no iZombie (although that what it seems to want to be). Good enough to have me watch at least one episode beyond the pilot.
Here's my problem with it………..It's the identical problem I have with just about every Made-For-Netflix series in their current offerings:
The only couple that isn't bi-racial is Drew and Timothy. At least in the one episode I saw. They live in the 'Burbs. Santa Clarita. I've been to Santa Clarita more than once and I'm here to tell you that most of the couples living there are not bi or mul…