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Friday, September 8, 2023

And the Answer is . . . what exactly?

I don't mean to pick on Google, or the internet as a whole, because it is a FANTASTIC source of information on every subject you can imagine. It's just that sometimes the information needs . . . um...well, some double-checking. 

I can understand the one day difference in the calculations below (18,068 and 18,069) because of inclusive vs exclusive counting, but explain the rest.  And *don't* say "well, they must have forgotten leap days  because I assure you, I haven't been alive to see 55 leap years, much less 101 of them! LOL



Thursday, September 7, 2023

A Walk with the Boys

Smiley and I went on for a walk with the doggos, in large part to gather Pokemon lol


Bon Appetit


Let it be known throughout the land:

This meal, imagined and financed by Lisa, and cooked by Smiley, is the bomb diggity.

Smashed red potato drizzled with oil and baked with fresh parmesan, a side of grilled mushrooms and onions, and hand to heart, cube steaks so tender you could have poured them into a cup and drank them like wine. 

Bravo!

Gooodbye to Southgate and Showtime



Yesterday was the last day of operation for three Marcus theaters, two of them in the Milwaukee area. To my knowledge, it has more to do with Covid-era changes than any fallout from the current Hollywood strike. 

Southgate, pictured above, was where Lisa and I first saw Titanic on its opening night in 1997, and many other films over the years. In the last decade or so it had become a little wild for my taste, and so we had moved on to Southshore, but we still occasionally saw a film there. 

Showtime, another casualty, was a bit of a drive but once it was absorbed by Marcus and became a budget priced showhouse, it became my go-to with the kids every Monday night in the pre-Covid years. 

Unfortunately, after Covid Marcus made it a first-run, full price theater again. That was a curious call, since it lacked the Dreamlounger seating of other showhouses and was forevermore the odd man out. Even so, I saw John Wick 4 there with LuLu earlier this year. 

I enjoy the experience of watching a film on the big screen, in the presence of a full room of people. I cringe when I hear of theaters closing, and I hope this is the last of the losses for the near future. 

RIP

Lunch with Nolan and Throh

Recently Smiley pressured me to download and start playing Pokémon Go again, as he and YaYa are pretty avid fans. I acquiesced and brought up my old Level 5 account from 2016 - which was really Smiley's at the time, because he was too young for a phone - and I've already advanced to level 20 in a short time. 

Today at work I took lunch on the patio with Nolan, and look who decided to join us - my boi Throh!



Legend . . . ary



Mock me if you will, but to master 1000 levels of Royal Match requires skill, the ability to think a move ahead, a little bit of luck . . .and a lot of free time. Or, at least a lot of time spent waiting places. 




Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Dylan Mulvaney, Micheal Oher, Biden, and SAG-AFTRA

There's been quite a few items in the news lately that I wanted to post my opinion on - nothing overly significant in the scheme of things, and nothing political, fear not. 

Well, I guess anything is political from *someone's* POV, but whatever. It's not the primary focus here, that I can assure you. 

All the way back on April 14th, after a hard day at her new job, I took Lisa to an early dinner at a favorite Mexican restaurant. With the weather finally hinting at the summer to come, we sat on the patio. At a table near us were two rough-and-tumble looking guys and the son of one of them, a middle school kid with a mullet. 

When the waitress asked what they wanted to drink, one of the guys said "Bud Light," and a lot of people on the patio laughed, thinking he was kidding. 

Bud Light, in case you don't recall, had only recently decided to sign a sponsorship deal with transgender Tiktok activist Dylan Mulvaney. This was unquestionably an odd choice for a beer brand, especially a a national brand most associated with college parties and testosterone fueled debauchery. There was an immense backlash and a public boycott, officially championed by conservative talking heads, but (judging by the results) quietly backed by a lot of people that weren't as keen to publicly announce their displeasure. 

Bud Light sales and stock took a hit,  with revenue dropping 10.5% from the same period in 2022, and for the first time in decades Bud Light fell to second place in sales, overtaken by Modelo. 

So, back to the restaurant. I don't drink so I don't care what a beer brand choses to do with their sponsorship money. Even had I cared, what was I going to do, spend less than the zero I already do on booze? But I was not keen on this guy deciding to make a big point while I'm having dinner. 

I misjudged his intentions. The man actually addressed the laughter in the room. 

"I ain't no fan of whatever the hell her name is, and I think it was a stupid idea. I don't even like Bud Light. But I'm not gonna let some guys on the internet tell me how to think or what to be pi**sed about or how to spend my money, so yeah, I'm gonna eat my dinner and I'm gonna have a Bud Light."

And he did. 

It was probably as close to those make believe internet tales - the ones that inevitably end with "and then everyone clapped" - as I've ever come across in real life. 

 On the same score: those people that jumped all over bar owners (Garth Brooks being one of them) who continued to serve Bud Light? Screw you. A business has every right to sell whatever legal product they like, just as you have every right not to spend your money there. 

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Michael Oher, the retired NFL lineman whose story was featured in the book/movie "The Blind Side," launched a press blitz (no pun intended) this summer claiming he was scammed by the Tuohy's, the family that took him in many years ago. 

The public's reaction was quick, siding with Michael and deriding the family. The public's reaction was also (probably) wrong. 

While I agree there's zero reason for the family to retain a conservancy over Oher, many of the allegations fail to pass the sniff test. He didn't realize he wasn't legally adopted until just this year? Odd. In his own 2011 book he discussed that very thing and the conservancy. Then too we have the series of texts the family has disclosed, in which Oher threatens them with a press barrage unless they pay what sounds an awful lot like an extortion demand. Nor do his claims of the Tuohy's using him to get rich make ANY sense; they were worth an alleged $220 million after the father sold his business years ago and even if they had been dirt poor who bets on a homeless teen eventually reaching the NFL? C'mon now. Get real. It's looking more and more like he's broke (by his prior standards, not yours or mine)and looking to make bank by throwing the family that took him off the streets under the bus. 

I bring this up only to make this point (well, two points):  One, sometimes even the best, most Christian action can bring you pain and distress; do it anyway. And two, the initial press barrage from a lawsuit is ALWAYS designed by the plaintiffs attorneys to do the most damage to the defendant in the public eye and force a settlement. Never, EVER, buy "truth" from one side, and one side alone, of an adversarial process. 

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While I think he's far too old for the job, probably senile (medically, not metaphorically), and not the most inherently honest man, I will say this: all in all,  I think Joe Biden's done a pretty good job in office, esp with Ukraine. That's impressive, considering how awful he did with Afghanistan at the start of his term.  And yeah, his defense of our southern border is non-existent, I know. But all in all . he's doing well. Now most of that must almost certainly lie at the feet of the people around him, propping him up, true: but so what? Results are what counts. 


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On July 14th, the actors union, SAG-AFTRA, joined the two month old writers strike in Hollywood. The fundamental issues seem to be an almost Luddite-like phobia about AI, and a more realistic objection to the current residual structure for streaming platforms. 

Of course my heart lies with the writers, and they have an actual realistic worry about AI taking work away from them. Yet some of their demands seem outlandish,  like the requirement that shows maintain a minimum number of writers on staff, regardless of the true needs of the show - the mind immediately jumps to The Sopranos universe, where mafia members had cushy "no show" or "no work" construction jobs guaranteed by union contract. 

Now, if you poke around enough, I think you'll hear the talking points of the actor's union regurgitated around the web over and over by all sorts of people, even those who ignored recent strikes in more pedestrian occupations. Not because the arguments themselves are valid (although they may be), but because humans somehow subconsciously  associate "backing SAG" with being that much closer to the limelight. At least, that's my theory. 

A lot of the AI fears that SAG trotted out seemed over the top, and a rehash of the "green screen" debates of a few decades ago. Are there legitimate concerns and need for artistic controls? Sure. But say that. Don't claim this is about defending the future of extras (they're in a different union), or say you're afraid people will insert faces onto the bodies of other actors if the technology advances that far; that's already being done, in parody, on many TikTok accounts. It's not 'studio AI' they apparently fear, it's a common Google app.  

Their fight is really about residuals, which is a less compelling point. It's hard to tell a plumber that you should be paid, again and again, for work you did twenty years ago. It's certainly not a "fairness" issue, as SAG wants you to think; it's a contractual issue, and if they can force the hand of the studios to guarantee and increase those residual payments then good for them. Period.  If a plumber could finagle the same, they would too. 

Now SAG seems to be aiming their public ire at the streaming platforms, but I'm not sure if that's just good press or a legitimate - but mistaken - target. Studios and distribution companies sell the rights of a show to a streaming platform; shouldn't the cut come at that point in the process? After all, you have some inkling about the value of what you're selling, no?  The Office should be had for a far greater amount than a failed cop show; The Godfather for more than Deuce Bigaloo, Male Gigalo.  Sell the rights to Netlfix for a year, for a zillion dollars, and let them stream it as much as people want,⁰0 while you divvy up the upfront sale revenue. 

Frankly, if we want to be blunt, SAG needs to look in the mirror too. What other union do you know of that has some workers making enough to have private jets and mansions, while the vast majority of members don't make the $26,000/year minimum to get health insurance? That's an impossible disparity to rationalize away, no matter how many A and B list celebrities you get to pose in a picket line. 

Anyway, like I said, it's a contractual issue. Whatever gains they make, they are welcome to them. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2023

First Day!!!!!


The big man had his first day of college today (although his second class was canceled due to the unusually high temperature.) 

Good Luck Smiley! YOU GOT THIS!!

Sunday, September 3, 2023

40 Years Later

Today is the 40th anniversary of my Little Grandpa's death, and I chose to honor his memory all day. I know that my perception of him is certainly not 100% accurate - after all, what adult presents their whole authentic self to a nine year old? - but the man he showed me is a man that shapes my life right up to the here and now. 

It being a Sunday, I went to Mass (with my mother-in-law today), and said a prayer for him. Then I met YaYa and her boyfriend Alex at the cemetery to pay our respects. YaYa had purchased and brought along a bouquet of flowers at my request. 






I said some prayers over the grave, introduced Alex to his potential future Great-Grandfather in law, and broke up a little bit. 40 years and it still stings. Man. Whodathunkit? 





Tacky it may be, but there's actually a Poke stop/gym at the cemetery, and they spent a minute or two showing me how to use my app. 


From there, I went home for a bit. Then I grabbed Smiley and headed over to a rummage sale run by Alex's parents, more to pay my respects and support them then anything, although I picked up a neat JFK PT boat lapel pin that YaYa had tipped me off too (kudos to me for raising a kid who knows enough history to have picked it out of the group), and a copy of a NY Times from 9/11. 

Later, after Lisa went to work, I dropped Junie off at her friend Lucy's house for a picnic with most of the Core Four.  If I haven't mentioned it, it was a blisteringly hot day (in the 90's) from start to finish, and just moving around was enough to make me thankful for air conditioning. So the idea of a *picnic*  . .  yeah, no thanks. 

Since I was already on the north side I went and refilled the little library at Junie's school 


Then, partly by design, partly by proximity, I moseyed down to the Milwaukee animal shelter where I was introduced to two kitties, a one eyed and very afraid Cleveland, and this fine specimen of canine genetics, all 15 pounds of him lol, ridiculously named Snoopy . . . 




I wanted him. Not gonna lie. But I sent text after text to the family and got no response, even after sitting at the shelter for 45 minutes. So I left. 

And when I got home Lisa texted that I should get him. Naturally. 

Alas, when I called the shelter was closing soon and would not adopt him out, and is closed for Labor Day tomorrow. 

Swell. 

Anyway, about an hour later Junie called for a pickup and I trotted back out. She had a great time, and I greatly enjoyed laughing at her carrying all her picnic stuff back to our car LOL 





So, a pretty varied day, but overall a good one, and (I think) an honorable way to honor Little Grandpa. 

:)

Saturday, September 2, 2023

In Which Petco fails us and loses my trust

So I decided to take Sawyer to get his rabies update a clinic at Petco, and brought Huckleberry along for a nail trim. Thankfully, Smiley agreed to go with, because otherwise I would have been soooo bleeped LOL

There are many lousy things to forget about the Covid years, but the protocol that was set up by vets to deal with it was something not only worth remembering but worth continuing into the present day. You'd call or text the vet from the parking lot when you arrived, but then wait in the car with your pet until it was your turn. If it was an end-of-life procedure, you could accompany your pet inside; if not, you handed off your pet and waited outside until they were done. 

Easy peezy, no contact, no fuss. 

Petco, on the other hand, chose to line up a bunch of dogs for this clinic, all strangers to one another, up one one aisle and down another. While you waited, hoping your dog didn't freak out on the dog ahead of him, or vice versa, you had to deal with idiotic parents that ALLOWED their kids to touch strange dogs without asking (and even asked to pose for a picture with them - this was the PARENT asking mind you!), and heat, and impatience, and dogs reacting to the sounds of other dogs getting treated . . . what a mess. 





Thankfully, Smiley took Huck to the groomer there for his nails, then kept him busy 95% of the time Sawyer and I waited. Quite unlike him, Sawyer was well behaved and chill, that is, until the vet got ahold of him. 

From the jump the vet was nervous and skittish, and her fear wafted off her. Sawyer (again, not the norm) reacted without violence or misbehavior, merely trying to break free. Time and again the vet would dramatically drop the syringe on the floor and jump backwards like she was avoiding a striking cobra. 

Wrong profession for you ma'am. Wrong profession. 






In the end she gave up. Just quit. Said she couldn't do it and we should go elsewhere. 

W. T. H. ????

Epic fail Petco. Epic fail. 




Jimmy Buffet


Jimmy Buffet might have had only one top ten hit (Margaritaville, which topped out in the 8th spot), but he turned his laid back, sing along friendly music into an empire Forbes said was worth $500 million by 2016.

He passed away yesterday at age 76.

I was introduced to Jimmy's music by my friend Ervin, and his aptly named greatest hits compilation Songs You Know By Heart deserves its place in your music library.

RIP sir. You did your part to make this world a more joyful place.

Friday, September 1, 2023

St Francis Days 2023

Through a careful promise not to force me to indulge in what others erroneously call "fun," Lisa convinced me to attend the St Francis Days festival in the suburb of the same name. 

Right off the bat she had me fulfill the one promise I had agreed on: a ride on the Tilt-A-Whirl. 




I thought it was fun . . . for the first half. And then I just tried not to puke. I managed. But the selfie below isn't a pose. Lisa was laughing at me for dripping with nervous sweat.  I was reminded of young Smiley's words after Lisa took him on the ride long ago: "Why you tryin' to kill me?" LOL

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Once I had recovered from my ordeal we bought some pull tab lottery tickets (a few winners, but not enough to bring us back to even), some corn on the cob, and a slice of pizza. 

And then I heard the opening bars of Kashmir by Led Zeppelin and immediately wandered to watch the live band, a popular local group called Almighty Vinyl.  I have to say they were dang good, very versatile, and highly entertaining. 




We sat and listened to them until well after dark, and dined on some cheap and yummy watermelon bowls. 




And on the way out  - after a much longer, and much more fun visit than anticipated - we ran into Lisa's friend Lori!




Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Dinner with YaYa


This evening, after a long day at work and a trip down to East Troy pick up a Facebook Marketplace item, I went over to Yaya's apartment for dinner and a movie.

The place where we were going to get food was closed for the day, so I wound up at Papa Murphy's where I picked up a pizza for us to share. The place was packed, the preparation area was a mess, and the staff frazzled. As I waited there the cashier abruptly decided that no one from that point forward  would be allowed to order pizza, which kind of defeats the purpose of a pizza restaurant. He also ran outside to confront an angry customer who stormed out, which is pretty bold considering said cashier weighed all of a hundred pounds soaking wet. 

I do grow tired of so much drama and anger as life goes on. It seems to be growing more common too. Ugh. 

Anyhow, we cooked up the pizza at YaYa's apartment and I must say, for once I got the timing just right. It was great. 

Then we fired up Netflix and put on Big George Foreman, biographical film about the two-time heavyweight champion turned preacher and product pitchman. 

The  movie went through Foreman's life in a straight chronological order, and I'll admit that it had a pretty pedestrian script. At times you could have mistaken this for a good TV  movie of the week - back when such things actually still existed. 

That isn't to say that I didn't enjoy the movie. It was entertaining, even if you don't like boxing, and as I happen to love the sport I enjoyed it all the more.  Foreman's life has all the ups and downs and crazy twists you need to keep a story going, even when the folks doing the telling stumble-bumble a bit in the execution. 

I grade the film a B if you like boxing, a C+ if you don't. 

Anyway, it was a genuinely fun and relaxing evening with my oldest and I appreciate the invite. Boo to my grandkitty Atticus tho,  who acted put out by my presence lol