In My Continuing Quest...

 

...to neuter the dystopian present....get a load of this:

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The black cord is power, the brown cord goes to my 1927 Western Electric 102B1 rotary phone, and after pairing Xlink with my iPhone via bluetooth, voila:

All incoming / outgoing calls on my cell phone are now handled by my rotary phone.

If you're baffled by this, wondering "what the heck is wrong with this guy?", please to consider:

*  you're not alone; I get that a lot -

*  who do you think would win a beauty contest: my gorgeous 1927 classic or your boring black rectangle?  and finally -

*  I'm vintage and love vintage things - hickory golf, old phones, antique TVs and radios, retro toys, classic cars, etc.

An ironclad axiom:

Deal with it.

Don't care what anyone says - for less than $50, this is très cool.

Love my antique phones, and am now happily using them (there are several that get swapped out from time to time)...

circa 1910 candlestick phone

 

...for the purpose they were intended: communication.

And yes, I'm dialing 10 digit phone numbers, not looking at a name in my contacts and tapping it.

Hey, it's a rotary phone; you dial them.

C'mon, join the resistance and give it a try!

You're not chicken, are ya?

A year ago the Detroit Lions played in the NFC championship game and lost.

Still mystified how that happened, as I did everything right that day, including (but not limited to) wearing these:

In spite of my best efforts, the universe remained unimpressed, so no Super Bowl appearance for the beleaguered Lions.

This season - well, this season they didn't even make it to the NFC championship game, in spite of a franchise record 15 win regular season and being the #1 seed.

Inexplicable since - remembering last year - I did NOT wear my lion slippers, figuring the universe was angry with my arrogant display of blatant Lions bias.

As if dealing with the insouciance of the cosmos wasn't enough must we now also endure the indignity of insult added to injury?

Because let's face it, there's no accountin' for taste when it comes to the universe's choice of football teams.

Super Bowl (insert large roman numeral here) will feature the Liberal Bubble Girls from Kansas City vs the Dirty Birds from Philadelphia.

Who's gonna win?

Well, my friend Larry from work sent me a pic of the NFL's new ref uniforms for this year's game...

...so your guess is as good as mine.

Either way, I don't have a dog in this hunt and probably won't watch...but might tune in for the commercials.

Maybe.

What are you waiting for?  Let's 23 Skidoo already:

as we contemplate moving, this is a selling point we want to create in our basement...wine cellar ambiance for the next owners

last round of the season and feels like forever ago, but it's only been 3 months.  only round I've played where I had nothing worse than a bogey.

the great Jose Capablanca, 4 years old and playing chess with his father in Havana, circa 1892

my idle hickory sticks, taunting me

The interminable winter drags on, but fear not; Spring is <on the way>.

In the meantime, some encouragement from God's Word:

later, mcm fans...