Paula Faris' Feet in General

Sometimes I watch ABC in the morning. Then I turn the TV off and go about my day. Occasionally I turn the TV back on again, so obviously the TV is still on ABC. Unfortunately for me if it’s after 11 it means The View is on. It looks like Paula Faris is now a member of The View. She is seated in what would be called the leg chair on Redeye. Meaning at the end of the table, where her legs are on display.

So I turned the TV on and found out that Paula Faris’ feet are gorgeous. More evidence that I’m turning into a dirty old man. But please, please ABC - don’t trick me into looking at Whoopie’s feet.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was the same as Thanksgiving always is. The morning of making garlic mashed potatoes. I actually love roasting garlic because it makes the apartment smells so good. The Russet potatoes I bought this year seemed to take forever to soften before I mixed them with butter, roasted garlic, and cream cheese. Then into the slow cooker to keep them warm.

Up the road to pick up the bean. She was every bit as cooperative as she always is when it comes time to pick her up. 45 minutes later we were on our way up the road to Salem’s Lot.

When I think back at how much I could eat as a teenager I almost make myself sick. Now I get my way through a plate and I have to push away from the table. Back then I could eat and eat and eat and eat and eat. Until I was ready to explode, and then go take a nap. Apparently my stomach has lost some of its flexibility over the years.

The day after Thanksgiving is when my parents put up the Christmas tree. Which means another trip to the bean’s house and another 45 min. of trying to get her in the car. And then the trip up to Salem’s Lot. Where she continues to be a difficult child - now at 22 years old - that she has always been.

I have to hand it to myself. I have no idea how I made it through those years of her living with me as her only parent. By all reckoning, we should both be dead.

Death of an IPad

I bought an iPad. An IPad mini before my trip to Las Vegas in the late spring. Yesterday I was reading a book. Closed it and put it down. Picked it up 10 minutes later and the damn machine refuses to turn on. And for the life of me I have no idea whether I selected the extended warranty or not so I guess I’ll find out tomorrow when I go to the Verizon store.

Stupidest Thing Ever

The stupidest thing I have ever seen is a meme I saw on my niece’s Facebook page. It said “my genitalia does not define my gender.”

Um.

Yeah, that pretty much does. This transgender Shiite is getting out of control. If you have a penis, you are male. It doesn’t matter if you were born with it, or you bolted that sucker on.

Conversely if you do not have a penis, you are female.

You don’t get to arbitrarily determine your own gender. I’m not talking about your sexuality I am talking about your gender.

Jazz, the poster boy/girl of transgenderism is going to find it very difficult in any kind of post-apocalyptic scenario where he doesn’t keep getting his estrogen shots. Unfortunately Jazz, your cute little nubbins of breasts are going to go away, your nut sack is gonna fill back up again. And you’re going to grow a beard.

Chromosomes just are.

Truth to the power.

We are in that part of the year where the sun never gets much more than 20° above the horizon. Were also getting a lot of overcast, so it seems like the sun never comes up. It is that time a year where it would be very handy to be a bear. Because at least bears have hibernation.

What I have is a 50 inch plasma and a seemingly unending source of entertainment.

Which is. Starting to bore me.

The walking dead midseason finale just happened. I don’t know when “midseason finale” became a thing.

AMC splits their TV shows seasons into two parts. Then they separate the two parts by two months. It apparently has something to do with their commercial revenue and how it is split up across the year.

It’s a little infuriating. The season barely gets going and then it stops.

Go look at the history of TV shows. The original Star Trek, was three seasons long. There were something like 40 episodes per season. And played week after week after week.

Now TV shows have seasons that are a maximum of 16 episodes, and they split the 16 episodes across the year.

Which I guess means I’m pretty much guaranteed to be watching the next season of the Walking Dead during a blizzard in February.

I’m using the Dragon voice recognition software right now. Because my brain seems to move much faster than my fingers and it is pretty cool to watch the words just show up on the screen.

Unfortunately, just like the cell. That predictive auto correct is a little on the wonky side. You’d think by now that this version of Dragon would completely recognize all of my vocal weirdisms.

But apparently not.

So now I’m gonna turn my head and then I’m just in a stream of consciousness see what exactly this thing will post. So I’m looking at my diploma for my MBA. It’s very pretty. Above that is my commission in the United States Navy. That is also pretty. I keep looking further to the right I see my guitar up on the landing. And the huge map that I have of this part of coastal Maine. It is a nautical map so it has soundings in fathoms and the what not. There’s everything but where the flotsam and jetsam are going to land. And now I’m going to turn back to the screen and see what the hell this machine just printed.

Not bad.

Jessie (Alexandra Breckinridge) on TWD doesn’t get nearly enough screen time. In my humble opinion.

Last updated December 02, 2015