Guilt

From disqus.com: LGGBTQQIAAPPK stands for: Lesbian, Gay, Genderqueer, Bisexual, Trans, Queer, Questioning, Intersex, Asexual(and Agender), Ally, Pansexual, Polysexual, and Kink Oh. Well, that clears that up. A number of years ago, I was introduced to the acronym “POSSLQ”. It was an attempt to describe your roomie when you were too old to call her your “girlfriend”, but you had as yet not made an honest woman of her. It was also an attempt to describe a non-marital relationship when employers started offering benefits to your roomie, provided you and your roomie had the habit of sharing bodily fluids—it stood for “Person of the Opposite Sex Sharing Living Quarters” and was pronounced POSSLQ (just like it's spelled). Took a little getting used to, but it paid homage to the concept of opposite sexes. It covered the question of a relationship where someone does your laundry for you at no cost. I know I most likely shouldn't ask, but what is the opposite of “...

I was a public servant for most of my working life. Law Enforcement was my line. Still is, as it turns out, even though I'm “retired”. I suffered a couple of financial setbacks, not the least of which was that the County of Sonoma, California, made the retirees retirement medical benefit so expensive that I had to drop out (or quit paying rent. It was actually a choice , you see, at least that was their take). Oh, that's enough of that specific cry-baby shit, I think. Now, thanks to the geniuses who enacted the Affordable Care Act, I still can't afford to buy medical insurance, so we pay out-of-pocket for our medical needs, and then pay a fine to the IRS when we file our taxes because we can't afford to pay the freight for “affordable” care. So I work. In the industry that I know. In the private sector. I work for a couple of private companies here in the Pacific Northwest as a security officer. Mostly armed and uniformed, but sometimes not. ...

Baseball is important to me. No, you really don't need to know why, and I really don't want to get into that. Just know that it is. I'm a Giants guy and have been since 1958. That year was important to the Giants, thus, it's important to me. And no, you don't really need to know why that is either. However, I lived near Cleveland, Ohio for quite a few years. I became fond of the Indians ball club, and their fans and radio announcer. Cleveland is a really good baseball town with some unbelievably dedicated and faithful fans. They've earned a winner. Honest. Then there's this: I didn't make a lot of friends while I was in Ohio. It's hard to make friends in NorthEast Ohio. I only made a few. One was Ron Hewitt. Ron was an Indians fan the same way I'm a Giants fan. It was in his DNA. Over the years Ron and I talked a lot of baseball. Cancer took Ron too early. I chatted with him for the last time a few days before he died. ...

The presidential polls seem pretty clear. This is going to be a rout. Plain and simple. This is going to be a disaster for the Republican party that might even dwarf the Goldwater defeat. And the Republican party didn't really recover from that disaster until Ronald Reagan emerged. What will become of the Republican party itself is unclear, but these facts seem clear: -The Democrats outnumber the Republicans -The Democrats have moved drastically to the left in the past 50 years, and have a more socialist bent than at any time in the past. -The Democrats seem insistent on consolidating power at the federal executive level and removing local control whenever possible (schools, roads, police departments, you-name-it). -The recent Democrat administrations have re-arranged priorities away from traditional American values. I'm reasonably certain that every time the current administration opens a new investigation into a local police department, the ultimate ...

I've always been a fan of Sam Elliott (or, more properly, Samuel Pack Elliott, born 8-9-44 in Sacramento, California).  He and I have something in common, you see--we each have a mustache.  Sam's is the standard, though, so I have decided to use it as the One And Only Mustache Standard on earth, against which all other mustaches must be measured.  Sam's mustache is equal to one EMEU (Elliott Mustache Equivalency Unit).  These two photos will serve as the examples of what a single EMEU looks like: My mustache is worth 4/10ths of an EMEU.  That's a point 4 EMEU, if you prefer. Other celebrities have dandy mustaches.  Great mustaches, even, but not the standard.  It gets worse.  My opinion on this matter is final.  When I declare that Tom Selleck's mustache is a point 8 EMEU, that rating stays.  Burt Reynolds also comes in at a point 8 EMEU. Point 8.  Not a drop more.  Good mustaches and certainly hero...

Having time on my hands and a working Android TV box connected to my home wifi, I caught up with Joe Versus The Volcano, a true classic from 1990. And I'm glad that I did. Here we have a dandy story. And by dandy, I mean spectacular. It starts out by the iteration of “Once Upon A Time”, and concludes with “And They Lived Happily Ever After”. Did I ever mention that when I lived in Southern California, I maintained a season pass to Disneyland and would sometimes go there just to have breakfast sitting by the Rivers of America? No? Well, I did. Spent a lot of time in Fantasyland too. You know…..Courageous Princes and beautiful Princesses and castles and evil beings and such. Yes, I'm a grown man, but I'm a top drawer sucker for a fairy tale, a romantic comedy, and a happy ending. I like Tom Hanks' vehicles. Pretty much all of them—from Bosom Buddies all the way through. I like his kid Colin's work too (for whatever that might be worth). ...

Look—If you made it here on your “Twin Peaks” Internet hunt, you probably did it on purpose. If, on the other hand, you were looking for a web-site on “Twinkies” or “Pekinese” then I figure you're just a crappy speller—feel free to leave now and continue your Internet frenzy. Those of you who actually came here for Twin Peaks elucidation need to become more aware of your inner selves. I figure that if you came here on purpose and of your own volition, you already know the story, such as it is, and I need not re-tell it. Oh, like I could anyhow. There is this…..If you insist on watching this thing, try to have some mushrooms and chemicals on hand to ease the pain. The creator of this stinker is David Lynch. He's originally from Missoula, Montana, and the winters are cold and long up there, leading some to suicide, and everyone else towards far too much introspection. FAR TOO MUCH!! And psycho-active drugs. When you add in the psycho-babble, imitation Inju...