TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

[Wat_Tyler]

Home. Went with J to her niece's second marriage. It was a big fucking deal for a second wedding IMO. I'll bet they dropped $40K on it with fewer than 125 people present. The open bar was a nice touch.


There was a woman there in a dress with a neckline plunging to her waist. Lucky for her she didn't have to bend over to pick anything up. I wonder who told her that style was a good idea. At least there was some side view bewbage.


That poodle is from the mid-19th century. He's been at rest for 150 years or so, I imagine. Bless his big poodle self.


That's Allan Pinkerton on him. Hope he's roasting in the warmest corner of Islamic Hell, where the fires are hotter and Eternity lasts longer.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Sunday!!! Slept okay. We have rain outside. Looks like it's going to be off and on for the next two days. Better have an awning for holiday cookouts around here. And it's Shooping Day, too.


There's a damp chill in the air. The heat just came on.


Good thing for coffee . . . .

 

[Inflation999]

You come up with some great artwork and I like poodles of all kinds, even a few human ones.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

The bust is (supposedly) of Hannibal Barca. The scrap is Alex - yeah, that Alex. We're on a first name basis. Some dumbass wanted to argue that Stonewall was better than Scipio Africanus once. Scip was undefeated, so how is anyone who isn't better than that?


I like the partisan women.

 

[schism666]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Memorial Day Monday!!! Slept pretty well, all in all. It's still drippy/rainy outside. Looks like we have clouds-n-showers for most of the week. No big deal. Plants are growing.


Gonna make breakfast here in a bit.


After coffee.

 

[Inflation999]

I drank the coffee and came to the conclusion today was not the day to people so I am working from the home office today. Sometimes the world send you the vibes you need to avoid trouble and you just gotta listen.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Oh, I understand. Good damn thing Wat is off today.


Made breakfast. A ribeye. I can eat whatever whenever.

You do the prayin', an' I'll do the shootin'.

~ Audie Murphy

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

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[Wat_Tyler]

Visited the graveyard. Hell, there are some Sp Am War vets in it.

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]

 

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[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Tuesday!!! Slept decently. The dehumidifier has been working its ass off for the last couple of days because of high humidity accompanying the rainy bits. And we get another one today, too. Cats have settled back down.


Of course, it's back-to-work Tuesday. After coffee, of course.

 

[JohnnySavage]

10mm is too big for a pocket gun. I have a little Glock 42 on me most of the time.

Tis indeed uphill to and from work. An anomaly of Gawd's country that everywhere you go, there you are. I do take it from the comment that you are implying I should walk 1/2 a mile. Silly fucker. I'd even drive the golf cart onto the green if they wouldn't whine at me.

Yesterday I got roped into driving a state-wide beauty queen in the local parade. I usually try to avoid those "thank you for your service" events, but I was really glad I got volunteered for this one. A local historian gave a short talk about our tomb of the unknown. I learned something, which is always nice. Also honored our last 5 WWII vets. Very moving and perfect weather.

Busy week for ole Johnny - the Jarhead Tournament to Benefit Toys for Tots is Saturday, so I have to go out to the links every day this week so I can get really good.

...and the garden is doing well despite not having any rain in a while.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Nope, the 10 is a holster piece, or a console piece. Kinda like the dot four five it's replacing.


Not really replacing, just a substitute for.


Wat assures you that he is good at golf as he ever will be . . . .

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]

Oh, I understand. Good damn thing Wat is off today.


Made breakfast. A ribeye. I can eat whatever whenever.

High Steaks!

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Home. Having a snack before I go to catch up with the Tuesday crowd because it's Taco Tuesday.


Couple of things today that make me annoyed with people in general. You think you tell folks where you are and what you're about, and then they go and make assumptions or have expectations and it all turns to shit. You'd like to give them a swift kick in the ass, but that's usually not legal. Besides, who would punch someone in the nose for having the flu?


St000pid human tricks . . . .

 

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[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Wednesday!!! Slept decently, but was up a bit later last night. No matter.


Somewhat warmer and dryer today. Hell, we might see sun.


After we see the bottom of the coffee mug . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Josh burns . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Here. Waiting for weasels . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

On the morning of July 28, 1897, Bert Hatcher and I left Cleveland. The Horseless Age, one of the few motor publications of that time, wrote about us this way: “Combining business with recreation, Alexander Winton left Cleveland with a companion in a new motor carriage on the morning of July 28, and after a leisurely journey he reached New York City Saturday, August 7. From Mr. Winton’s account, no greater test could have been given the machine as, to use his own words, ‘the roads were simply outrageous.’ Fully two weeks of rainy weather had preceded him on the journey, and in many places the mud and water were hub deep, and in some places the sand was equally as bad. He traveled fully 800 miles, and the best day’s run was 150 miles. The machine consumed on an average of six gallons of gasoline a day, which would be little more than half a cent a mile for the trip. Much interest was shown by the people on the road and especially by those in the mountains.”

Hatcher and I did not return by motor. We had blisters enough. You may wonder why, on this first trip ever attempted by an automobile over a long distance, we were able to complete a day’s journey on an average of six gallons of gasoline. The fuel was more volatile in those days, and we had a low-speed motor. The present high-speed motor uses a great deal more fuel, but it is a more adaptable engine for the needs of modern travel.

In those days there were no gasoline stations, and the only place the fuel could be purchased was in a drug store. If, by chance, the druggist had a gallon of it, we were happy. Seldom were we able to buy in such a large quantity and usually we had to be content with a pint or a quart.

https://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2017/01/get-horse-americas-skepticism-toward-first-automobiles/

 

[Inflation999]

It's busy but quiet here. I lit a candle that June behaves, we all need a little good news.