TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

Happy Thursday. Tomorrow is s'posably payday, but my check was in my account when I opened it this morning. ACH. Ain't no checks no more. Cheques, either. Anyway, imagine my surprise. So, I sent money to the barn cat to aid her in acquiring more Vast Holdings. She has grandiose plans.


I have grandiose coffee . . . .


Before enlightenment, I chopped wood and carried water.
After enlightenment, I chopped wood and carried water.

~ Zen saying


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https://www.vanityfair.com/style/2023/04/ann-margret-is-still-riding-her-harley-at-81


The cover of Born to Be Wild features an image of Ann-Margret from the ’60s astride a Triumph motorcycle, as she was once the face of the brand. But the lifelong motorcyclist admits that she wasn’t always such a daredevil. Growing up in Valsjöbyn, Sweden, before moving to the States, she was “taught to curtsy when I met someone, to curtsy when I said thank you, and that was different from everybody here.” She says with a laugh, “I certainly found that out!” But even with such a prim and proper upbringing, the actor confesses that she always had a taste for adventure. “My uncle, my mother’s brother, had a big motorcycle. And Valsjöbyn was 10 minutes away from Norway, so my uncle would take me on these great rides to Norway,” she explains. The road they would travel cut through the region’s stunning countryside, she recalls. “You look to the right, and it was the mountains. You look to the left, it was the fjords. And of course, coming to America, I have those memories, and that never went away, that thing of being on top of a motorcycle.”

Ann-Margret has been cruising around on two wheels ever since, effusively describing her lavender Harley-Davidson decorated with tiny white daisies as “shining brilliantly” in the sun during our conversation. And it’s not the only Harley in her life—the singer also has a 19-year-old cat named after the motorcycle manufacturer—a gift from her late husband of 50 years, Roger Smith. She admits that Smith, who passed away in 2017, “wasn’t thrilled that I loved [motorcycles] so much,” but she adds, “This is how smart he was. He had never been on a motorcycle before, but he bought himself one and got on it and started riding with me because he knew how I loved them. That’s a smart man.”


The Grumpy Old Men star notes that the secret to her and Smith’s long and happy marriage was knowing one another inside and out. “You just know what that person thinks and you would never do something that you know he is so against,” she says—unless that thing is riding her Harley into her golden years. “When he retired, he sold his motorcycle, and I said, ‘No way am I going to sell my bike,” the singer says jovially. “Every now and then I will take it out, knowing, of course, that Roger has warned me.” She still finds herself hopping back on her bike because of “the excitement! The speed! That danger!” But, she admits, she’s not a total rebel, saying, “I don’t want to get any tickets though!”



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I had the space bar go out on me once, it wasn't fun. Today was a better day but I'm still tired. The others already ate so I'm going to put together something for myself and then putz a bit.
 
I think that the electrical connections inside these damned things are, to use the technical term, fer-shit.


Had a long chat with the boss. We still have a lot of crap to get to come together. So I made some headway on the list this afternoon.


I changed out the broken trailer light. I was in the back yard and in-n-out of the back door to the back room. The kitten was squeaking and reaching her paws under the kitchen door and bitching to get out. It was sad and funny all at once. The light works, praises to Allah!!!


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I stepped on the kitten earlier. A foot. She howled, held up her foot, and toddled off on three legs. Quite angrily.


Five minutes later, she was fine and had forgotten the entire atrocity.


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My MacBook Pro is now, in technical framing, ancient, and thankfully, I have yet to have a single keyboard issue. Or pretty much any other issue. If it were a piece of business equipment, it would have long ago been depreciated to zero and yet it still works, works a lot and is very appreciated. If I ever need another computer, it will most certainly be a MacBook.
 
I still have a Mac that is probably 20 years old that I keep on hand just because it plays DVD movies. They don't even put DVD drives on Macs any more. Pity. I don't trust this "cloud" crap.
 
Happy Friday!!! Up a bit earlier so's I can get my arse on the road for an 8AM get-together. Facetime. Nothing like it.


Girlcat decided at 0230 that the human needed to be awakened. She wouldn't piss off. Claws to the bare skin awakened. After three failures to make her leave me alone, I finally got up and wandered through the house to try to determine what she was concerned about. Didn't see anything amiss. So I went back to bed and she settled in for the rest of the night. Perhaps she is getting me back for waking her up from her many naps and for making fun of her snoring.


Coffee!!!


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I wanna live with a partisan girl!
I could be happy the rest of my life with a partisan girl!


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The keyboard on the computer works fine. What crapped out was the el cheapo aftermarket wireless add-on.


It's $20. That's like free post-Covid.


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Well, one does tend to get what one pays for in this life.

Heaven should be a lock for me, I've paid my dues, the check is in the mail.
 
I thought the male would be in the Czech...


What a country. A rocket blows up and it is claimed a great success. What's next? The glory of the plane crash?
 
On this date in 1509, Henry VIII finally got a job and quit glomming off his father.


And 2200 years earlier, Romulus founded a city and named it after . . . himself . . . .


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Home from the job. Got a couple of emails to respond to, another few sheets of these plans to consider, and a couple of phone calls to make. Then, it's change clothes time and off to unload the engine from the trailer.


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Truck is in. It's white. Fuckstick!!!


It'll keep the miles off of mine no matter the color . . . .


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Happy Saturday!!! Slept okay. We have breakfast with Mrs. Tyler. That should be good.


Got a message yesterday that another of my former co-workers has kicked it. I liked him, but between him and the old horse, I'll remember to miss the horse routinely. The josh is lit for the horse first, and him second or later.


Need a refill . . . .


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Identified a proposed coyote gun platform and a proposed night vision scope for it. The fuckers are always out at night and I never see them. With this rig, I will be able to.


Sprung for the rifle. While in the comfort of my own house and sipping coffee.


Let's go, Brandon!!!


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