Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
Friday, September 28, 2018
The Caine Mutiny
This is only the 3rd book I've reread in my adult lifetime. Excellent, excellent, excellent.
Thursday, September 27, 2018
100 Years Ago Today
100 years ago today, America's deadliest WWI battle began in the Meuse-Argonne offensive. A mere month and a half before the wars end, it claimed the lives of 26,000 US servicemen. RIP
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
A Brewers Game with Yaya and Faith circa 2003-04
Faith S remember this? I'm sure Yaya i was too young to recall it now.
The Bickersons
If you have the chance, listen to the old radio show The Bickerson's. LOL funny. Here's a typical exchange.
B: You used to be so considerate. Since you got married to me you haven't got any sympathy at all.
J: I have, too. I've got everybody's sympathy.
B: Believe me, there's better fish in the ocean than the one I caught.
J: There's better bait, too.
B: I don't see how you can go to bed without kissing me good night.
J: I can do it.
B: You'd better say you're sorry for that, John.
J: Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
B: You are not.
J: I am too. I'm the sorriest man that was ever born.
B: Is there any milk for breakfast?
J: No.
B: Then you'll have to eat out.
J: I don't care, I've been doing it all week.
B: What for? I left you enough food for six days. I cooked a whole bathtub full of rice. What happened to it?
J: I took a bath in it.
B: Why didn't you eat it?
J: I've told you a million times I can't stand the sight of rice.
B: Why not?
J: Because it's connected to the saddest mistake of my life.
B: You stopped loving me the day we were married.
J: That wasn't the day at all.
Monday, September 24, 2018
2nd Dream of the NIght
2nd dream: I was driving to work but first taking LuLu to my Mom's place when I made a wrong turn. Frustrated with being late I backed out of a spot at Burger King and scraped the whole side of her car, then got pulled over by the police. Apparently I was under arrest for the property damage but suddenly Lisa was there but she wasn't Lisa but Jennifer Gardner, who convinced the cops I was a recovering alcoholic and suffering from concussion syndrome "he's the 15th victim" (of who/what she didn't say.)
Then I was at the funeral for Angela from The Office, who was displayed in her coffin. Her corpse began chanting "I'm meat meat meat eat me I'm meat" so Kevin from the show took a slice of her belly and dug in.
Enough
Michael Avenatti, the lawyer for Stormy Daniels, claims to have proof Kavannaugh ran a group rape ring while a judge.
I can fathom a teenage Kavannaugh groping a girl at a party. I can acknowledge that it's possible he whipped out his penis at a college kegger. I don't believe it, but it's conceivable.
You will NEVER convince me that he orchestrated a gang rape club while a sitting Federal judge that passed 6 FBI clearance investigations. A child can see through these lies. It's time the GOP grew a backbone, called a vote, and told the Democrats to pound sand.
Where's my Unicycle?
I've spent about 10 minutes of my life on a skateboard, and that was long ago as a teenager with Jon Z. None-the-less, I had a very vivid dream last night that I was skateboarding around town and misplaced my board. I woke up very upset .
"Where's my skateboard?" I asked Lisa.
She laughed. "I don't know. Where's my unicycle?"
HaHa. A liberal AND a comedian. "Lucky" me.
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Lizzie
Lisa and I went to see "Lizzie" this afternoon. Unfortunately, for a movie about some of the most famous murders in American history, it was a slow character study that lacked dramatic tension. You do, however, get to see Chloe Sevigny and Kristen Stewart naked, which I did not find objectionable.
Saturday, September 22, 2018
On Kavanaugh
Assume, for intellectual purposes, that Kavanaugh is completely innocent, and the accusation merely a weaponization of the public's [rightful] opposition to sexual assault. How do you successfully defend yourself? By saying you're innocent? By trying to prove a negative? By somehow magically determining you were somewhere else (impossible, since neither time nor place nor even year is remembered by your accuser)?
If there is no opportunity for defense, there is no adversarial process.
If there is no adversarial process there can be no justice, and it's nothing more than a circus where most of the "jury" - the Democrats on the panel - have already rendered their verdict in the press.
It's wrong. And if you don't think so, so are you.
Friday, September 21, 2018
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Makes You Wonder
Since cellphones became common and everyone has a camera at the ready, the number of UFO sightings has mysteriously plummeted. It's almost as if it was all the work of kooks and frauds in years past. Huh. Imagine that.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Words of Encouragement
The older Gas Station attendant I see almost everyday applauded me for sticking with law school. Apparently he was a lawyer in Pakistan, specializing in intentional business, and tried the part-time program I'm in at Marquette, but could not balance the trio of work, school, and family and dropped out. He said he's too old to try now, but he's pulling for me.
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