Saturday, October 5, 2024

All Over The Map...


...this week...a little o' this, some o' that.

We'll start with the VP debate, which wasn't close.

JD Vance mopped the floor with Walz, and in the process became a viral meme:


But give Walz some credit; he was flattened in the debate but held his own in the meme department:

Barney Google with the goo-goo-googly eyes...
 
Vance was calm and unflappable, in control of the facts, articulate and on point.

As expected, Walz was a clownish liar.

In what has to be the gaffe of the decade, he claimed he's "become friends with school shooters".

That prompted an immediate response from the Trump campaign:



Far more serious, of course, were Walz's lies.

His awkward, rambling non-answer to repeatedly lying about being in Hong Kong during the Tiananmen Square massacre was painful to watch and should be disqualifying.

the wicked witch of the west: insider trading expert

But hey, he's a democrat so he rolls on.



Next up: our favorite self-involved, out of touch billionaire...


...Liberal Bubble Girl.

Looks like she <took it on the chin> in fan count after endorsing what's-her-name for prez.

Lost 2 million listeners on Spotify and declined in popularity, and why not?

She continues leaning hard into her public image as a self-absorbed, tone deaf <cynosure> for the bubble gum set.

Remember girls, <F* the patriarchy!>

But weep not for LBG...she may be vapid and irrelevant, but she's still insanely rich...


...with a much more impressive carbon footprint than you have.

Rock on!



Moving on to the Engineering Marvels department: ever seen the Gateway Arch in St. Louis?


I used to drive by it when traveling to Springfield, MO to watch #3 son play basketball in college.

Always wondered what the story was behind that impressive monument, and now I know:


This documentary is from the mid-1960's, about 28 minutes long, and worth every second of your time.

What an amazing engineering feat, from an era when we still led the world in creativity and innovation.



Let's sashay over to the Collector's Corner, shall we?

Here's something for the nostalgia buffs among us:



Whoa, whoa, whoa...why the dismissive look of disdain?

Yes, it's a manual typewriter, but...<so much more>!

It's typewriter and a transistor radio, all in one.

Betcha don't have one of those now, do you?

Don't miss it while you can.



In the "my bad" department (does anyone actually say "my bad" anymore?):

I admit I'm late on this one, but here's your <2024 Leaf Peeping Guide> for Michigan.


You can still catch a little bit of it up north if you stop reading this blog right now, jump in your preferred mode of transportation and head on up to da UP, eh?

For all us trolls who live under the bridge, we've still got another week or two of peak conditions.

I live to serve; you're welcome.



And finally, I saved the best for last: hickory golf.

(What?  You thought you'd get off with no HGU*?


Silly rabbit...this ain't no breakfast cereal gig; we're talking serious now.)

Here's my season ending playset, a combination of pre-1900 woods and 1920's era irons:

left to right: long spoon, short spoon, mid iron, niblick, putter

After doing some mix and match for a few rounds, this seems to be working.

a little color in the treetops now

Between my long spoon and mid iron, I'm usually on or near the green in regulation.

My short spoon and niblick are used within 120 yards of the green and for getting out of sand traps / ugly lies.

As far as putting goes...

yep, it's Calamity Jane, back to torment me, though I did actually make that putt for par on #8

...that continues to be the bane of my golfing existence, though I do show flashes of semi-competence now and then (see above).

In my latest dustup with Mr. Links, I managed to par 3 holes, bogey 2, and double bogey the other 4, which in my world passes for a win.

Sadly, the season is winding down now.  Might get another 6 rounds in, 7 if the stars align.

And then?



Don't even think about it.

*HGU: hickory golf update



Before you flee the premises...


...we've got to 23 Skidoo:

heating season is just around yon corner


gorgeous sunset pic courtesy of Larry...


...and an October sunrise, ditto


don't know why, but Loki's preferred method of getting a drink


real life explained by a cave man


how 'bout dem Tigers?


Larry's Kingfisher on the throne


love this pic...sunset on 7th avenue




How would you like to:

a) be blessed of God,

b) expand your reach in His kingdom,

c) know that He's guiding and protecting you, and

d) be happy?

The bible says that Jabez - whose name means sorrow, because his mother suffered so in his birth - was more honorable than his brethren, and he asked God for all of the above:


And you know what?

God granted his request.

Have you talked to God recently?

Something to think about.

later, mcm fans...

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Sunday, September 29, 2024

Let's Take A Break From Politics...


...and focus on something more important.

It's a Happy Anniversary!

Ever since I carried her across the threshold...


...lo, these many years ago, ours has been a truly blessed union.

Don't take my word for it; everybody who's anybody says so:

"He couldn't write his way out of a wet <sac en papier>, but she's hot!"
- Biff Bifflemeyer, Literati Glitterati


"It's the eternal mystery:  why do dorks always get the hotties?"
- I.M. Yelling


"They say happy; I say delirious.  Who are you going to believe: me, or your own eyes?"
- Groucho Marx


"Uh...wut wuz da kweshtun agin?"
- Knucklehead Smiff

What more evidence could you possibly need than imaginary endorsements from faux celebrities?

Now go on, git!



In the "laugh so we don't cry" department, Kamala the Border Czar made a bold decision <to actually visit the border> for the first time...


...40 days before the election.

This, of course, is a bad joke from the woman who fought against more funding for Border Patrol, called to abolish ICE, and lobbied against construction of the border wall -


- all while millions of illegals and enough fentanyl to kill every man, woman and child in America flooded across our intentionally porous borders.

She's really, really, REALLY hoping you're as dumb as her VP pick...


...so you'll vote for her.



Not much shaking in the hickory golf department this week...

my birdie putt on #4...


...and where I left it.

...but that doesn't mean you're getting off scot free* - far from it.

In my never ending quest to get a little better at this maddening game, I happened onto something called...


...the "birdieball" (above).

It's exactly what it looks like; a hollow, beveled tube of hard plastic material (people slip them onto their club handles to carry several of them at a time).

So what do you do with a birdieball?

To show you, we borrowed a page from the DOJ playbook...


...brought in a S.W.A.T. Team to roust out an octogenarian from the local rest home, then forced the poor sap to give us a demonstration:


That's what you do with birdieballs.

They're ridiculously fun to hit, make a satisfying "tunk!" sound on contact, a whirring sound in flight, and do an annoyingly good job of telegraphing problems in your swing.

I.e., if you slice, they do, too...ditto for a hook.

So you know when you're hitting them right; they go straight.

(That might seem obvious, but I've learned that wiffle golf balls do NOT always tell you if you're developing a slice or hook.)

Happily, birdieballs only travel about 40 to 45 yards, tending to go up rather than out.

And surprisingly, they don't bound around crazily when they land (as long as you don't land them on hard surfaces like cement).

So far I've had no problem finding them after a poor hit.

They're a little pricey; $32 for 12 of them, and not sure how long they'll actually last.  So far so good, but it's only been a few days.

Don't know if they're really helping me build a better swing or not, but they sure are fun to hit.

*scot free - from ancient Britain by way of Scandinavia, "skat" - tax - morphed into "scot"...so "scot free" was an official declaration, granted by royalty, that you did not have to pay taxes on something.  now it means you're getting away with something, sans consequences...but not today.



We all took a vote before you got here and decided it's time to 23 Skidoo, so...

that's my kinda book signing


just in time for all hallows...recommended for low IQ adults (even if you don't know who you are, the rest of us do)


luckily our predecessors weren't so stupid they sold out our future for a quick buck, right?  I said, right?


I'm told this is "cute"


the command center when it's raining; love the breeze block


all the "rose of sharon" bushes are done blooming this year...


...but there's always one in every crowd.  probably stays up late at night reading with a flashlight under the covers after bedtime, too.


just because I really like this pic




Almost ready to kick September off the stage and greet October.


As expected, we've lost about an hour and 20 minutes of daylight (from 13:11 on September 1st down to 11:48 when all the shoutin's done tomorrow).

A stark reminder while we trod this mortal coil we're subject to our ever present taskmaster, Father Time.

What to do?

"See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise,
 
"Redeeming the time, because the days are evil."
 
 - Ephesians 5:16,17

Make the most of it.

later, mcm fans...

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