Heavy Dew

 That's something to get excited about. No rain no rain so the next best thing is DEW. Clouds this morning rapidly burn off and we'll be having some record highs this week. And, no rain. Rotten corrupt corporate media has not much to say about anything of any importance, tossing out tabloid trash instead of news. Flying saucers and celebrity garbage. Very little about the ongoing war, pretending that all is well when it is clearly NOT. Appease the moron masses, keep the sheep in the pen. Bury the truth because it's dangerous. And so it goes. 

What A Shame

 The shaving mug joke has worn thin. But there are other jokes, like demons and aliens and flying saucers floating around. People seem to thrive on that sort of nonsense and even crave it. That sort of stuff can be amusing but never take it seriously. So yesterday it was quite warm, verging on hot, but today it is cloudy and cool with slight chances for scattered storms. What is NOT amusing is our lack of significant rainfall. Also not amusing is the death of academic freedom at TTU, thanks to a right wing ditto head as Chancellor. I doubt that it matters much to the average Tech student, whose priorities revolve mostly around sex, parties, and football. Not much has changed. I don't object to any of that. When I was at tech, back in the day, I shared the same interests, with the exception of football. Anyone who wants to learn can learn anything they like about any topic because the books are still available. And there is Youtube! Lots of garbage there but also lots of good stuff. Some people are more into the garbage because it's easy and popular. And so it goes. And I do continue to enjoy fine shaves from that somewhat novel shaving mug. My cheap generic disposable razor is starting on its second month and maybe I'll toss it soon. 

Silly Season

 These UFO videos are completely unimpressive. Now, if they resembled in any way my revolutionary shaving mug, then we might have cause to speak of a paradigm shift. I see no reason to argue that reality might be merely metastable, that the rational might spontaneously decay into the non-rational, or even that there really is no rational order of any kind at a fundamental level. In fact, the existence of an artifact like my amazing shaving mug actually points to a very rigid and exact rational order on all scales. And it is still working, still functioning perfectly even after all this time! It has not become an orange, or an apricot, or a jock strap, or any other thing other than the thing that it is, and we should all be cheered at this news. Take heart, one and all. Our mornings remain quite cool, the days warm, and the evenings are very comfortable. I have indeed taken some photos of my shaving mug and I can state with no reservations at all that someday, some DAY-- SOME day-- that those photos will appear here. I just need to get around to it. And I feel no urgency. I still exercise quite a lot, too, and I recently managed a 235 lb deadlift, which, at my age, within striking distance of 80, seems at least satisfactory. I used no belt, and did two reps, and I expect to get to 250 lbs before the end of this year, but I take it slow and easy, out of respect for my aging body. I am hoping to get my squat up to at least 200 lbs in the near future. It is so very, very, important to exercise and keep to a healthy diet! And regular shaving is very important as well. A good close shave and a refreshing splash of aftershave can go a long way toward prolonging a man's life! Let us then eschew silliness of all sorts, and live a rational and orderly life!

A Shaving Mug In Many Contexts

 My new and innovative shaving mug continues to function nominally, giving me confidence that it could still function well in a more exotic context than anything I could produce in my local reality. Consider for instance the Empress of Vulgaria, the ineffable and gorgeous and very very wealthy BEER!SHEBA! Yes, that one, of whom it is said by many authorities, that she shaves her LAIGS each day, in her morning toilet. We must not criticize her for the customs of many lands are not as ours. This morning toilet is said to be of solid gold and encrusted with precious gems, and it is said to be only one of a myriad of such toilets available to the scrumptious BEER!SHEBA!. And well then I say, why not imagine that semi-divine being availing her magnificent self of a shaving mug, like unto mine, and even using a cheap generic disposable double edged razor from Walmart? And even imagine if we dare, that the lather from that mug might be applied to regions other than those divinely inspired and crafted LAIGS of hers? I durst not be more explicit, no I dasn't, lest those of you who might exhibit exquisite sensibilities SWOON, and fall flat on yer arses in a dead faint from which only a strong draught of anhydrous ammonia might awaken thee, and then only to see thee afrighted and haunted all the days of your lives with symptoms of PTSD and trembling limbs. But you take my thrust, you catch my drift, I am sure. And so we have the possibility of that mug of which I speak and of which I am so darned proud, existing at least potentially, in many and many another context, some far removed from the mundane, and so it is demonstrated that my radical new shaving mug is indeed a thing of inexhaustible joy and possibility! One shivers, in all of one's fibers. And there is a razor, too, to remove such fibers!

Only the wicked would ask for more. 

Hmmm. I kind of agree with this guy:

MAGA rant!

Lately, I've Been Thinking...

 Yes, lately I've been thinking about all the people who, for one reason or another, do not shave. Consider the women of Europe, and in particular the women of Germany, who are said to enjoy strenuous hikes and marches in the warmer months, clad lightly, with their thick, hairy, muscular LAIGS on display, like a herd of Wildebeests, frightening motorists on the autobahn. Yes, LAIGS all furry and bristling with coarse fibers! Would not my shaving mug be a boon to them? To the people of that land? I think sometimes in this fearful and benighted age, that much good could be done by giving folks an uplift, an inspiring and edifying sight, and I wonder then whether it might be worthwhile to haul my shaving mug slowly about on a wagon hitched by a hempen rope behind my car, perhaps employing one of the vintage Red Raider Wagons that used to be so popular on game days here in Lubbock. Look on, and be of good cheer! I could carry my shaving mug in an oaken display case to towns like New Deal, Spur, Ropes, Lamesa, and the like, bringing them hope and joy and amazement! Better than the ice cream man, who will sometimes scare the shit out of people, with his blasting and distorted and weirdly out of tune undulating music. and the frightening prospect of encountering a giant snowman type of thing, but made of pink ice cream, and yet bristling with coarse black fibers of unknown origin.