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:
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| "He couldn't write his way out of a <sac en papier mouille>, but she's hot!" - Biff Bifflemeyer, Literati Glitterati |
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| "It's the eternal mystery: why do dorks always get the hotties?" - I.M. Yelling |
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| "They say happy; I say delirious. Who are you going to believe: me, or your own eyes?" - Groucho Marx |
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| "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...
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| my birdie putt on #4... |
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| ...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...
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| that's my kinda book signing |
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| 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) |
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| luckily our predecessors weren't so stupid they sold out our future for a quick buck, right? I said, right? |
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| I'm told this is "cute" |
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| the command center when it's raining; love the breeze block |
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| all the "rose of sharon" bushes are done blooming this year... |
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| ...but there's always one in every crowd. probably stays up late at night reading with a flashlight under the covers after bedtime, too. |
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| 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...
