Paint and Palaver

I was weeding along the side of the house.  I had noticed that Herk and Tildy were at their front entryway with paint and brushes.  Projects they attempt to do together seldom turn out well.

As time passed, I could hear some back-and-forth, but I could not make out their conversation.  Until, that is, I heard:


Herk:  *blah blah, something*  Bwahahaha!

Tildy: Just shut up and paint!

Herk:  I wish you had a sense of humor!

Tildy:  I wish you had some sense!

Your Tweets Can Be Subpoenaed

"Twitter's license to use the defendant's Tweets means that the Tweets the defendant posted were not his," the judge wrote in a decision filed Friday. --Yahoo News

Which is to say, even if you have deleted them, your tweets can be subpoenaed. That is, you can hide them from yourself, but you cannot hide them from Big Brother.

Politics in the Home

She said, Why doesn't that Ging Newtrich just give it up?

I am "bwahahahaha" busting a gut.

Well, she said, my tongue got all tangled up.

Sounded to me like her tang was tonguelled.

Then ensued a serious discussion as to why GN should never be anyone's nominee.
Nor should Rott Mimney.

Symphony in My Head

Are there cicadas in that tree? (meaning the one to my right.)

She: I don't hear anything.

I: I think October is way too late for cicadas.

She: Poor Baby. It's no wonder you're grouchy.

I: I'm not grouchy.

She: No, you've not been today. But then I was asleep all afternoon.

I: What does that tell you?

I have tinnitus, have had for many years. It's presentations seem to be getting more bizarre.
Cicadas to the right-- constant, warbling buzz. Crickets to the left-- chirk. chirk. chirk.

Football, You Bet!

What's the black thing under their eyes for?

What's that heavy material up their butts? To keep their crack from showing?

Why's all that material wrapped around their arms?

Staps on his biceps are digging a hole in his arm.

I bet it really hurts to wear that plastic cup.

What is the point? They flip a coin at the beginning, it hits the ground and then for two hours they're trying to "get the quarter back"?

I used to be quite a fan of college football, especially on Saturday afternoons in the fall. I haven't watched it much the past few years, for my Beloved Beautiful Better Half has, well, zero interest in sports. You know the saying "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy"? Okay, I try to do the right thing. But switcheroo! Saturday she made an effort to "help me watch football." And thus the observations in the opening lines here.

About Herkimer's Past

Herk told me that when he was in high school he took his Dad's current wife, Lyla, to the prom.

"Well," he said, "she wasn't Dad's wife then. She was just Ly. She sat in front of me in social studies class."

Bwa, ha, ha, ha!

I read yesterday afternoon's post to the wife. She could barely stop laughing long enough to say, "Bite me!"

Progress

$278 to replace a car key. Computer chip, you know. And the car won't start without it.

My first car: flip up the switch on the steering column, press clutch to floorboard, thereby punching starter button. No key needed, unless, of course you wished to lock everything up, and then a coat-hanger would work as a substitute if you lost the key. But no one locked anyway.

Isn't progess/technology wonderful?

(Of course, when you were buying your used car for $35, it can hardly be compared to the $60,000 set of wheels you have now. But a stranded car is a walking driver, no matter how you look at it. No, wait. Take you phone out of your pocket and ...)


Daddy, what's a clutch?

You know

you are getting old when the "before" pictures in the anti-aging products ads look better to you than the "after" pictures.