A Cool Morning

 It was a warm day yesterday and a cool evening, which made for a good time on the patio with my wine and friends. This day dawns quite cool for this time of the season, but sunny. We have a bit of a breeze, which is welcome, but not enough to extend that flag, to make it stick out and flap around, and in any case that flag has deep sentimental value and I want it to last and last. I will NOT expose it to the elements. I will keep it safe and in its accustomed place. I can see it there, and that is what counts. The rest of you can stick your red white and blue arses in the air, for all I care. Do what thou wilt. Let that be the law. Reason under will. Let THAT be the whole of the law. We appear to not be living in an age of reason. That makes things less than orderly. More order. Order pleasures me. And rain chances will be quite good Tuesday and Wednesday. I look back to the glorious day of this country's past when products like BABO the Foaming Cleanser, Carter's Little Pills, and KING BOMBAR BATHOIL BEADS were household names. Glory days they were indeed. What one might give, eh, for the return of BABO! I fear that no amount of Foaming Cleanser will wash away our sins. I fear we fall under the harsh judgement and fearsome eye of KING BOMB-BAR! He hath but the one eye, but he seeith right well with it, with beams that come out of it, not beans but beams, harsh as any gigawatt laser, to fry the pants off of those who stray. Oh, you might well pray, for beans, but beans you will not get, but rather the beams that fry your pants off. 

Does it not seem to you, that in this age we are plagued by a great many tawdry pissy pants running around? And all these animalcules think they are hot stuff. It is money, an excess of money, that makes them so. 

More Rain!

 I woke up in the dark, in the night, to flashes of lightening and thunder. I went right back to sleep. Cool and damp and cloudy this morning after yet another shower of rain, the best kind. Rain chances improve Monday and Tuesday. I might not put up the flag tomorrow, lest it be desecrated by raindrops. And I don't fancy dashing outside several times to lower it as it starts to rain and raise it again when the rain halts, and in and out and up and down, until it all comes to resemble a farce. We don't want flag etiquette to become a farce, do we? And I don't want it to stay outside in the rain and get all droopy and flaccid. Better to keep it safely indoors, all warm and dry and cozy. So I accomplished quite a lot yesterday. Many tasks completed. I'm experimenting with Tai Chi moves combined with dynamic tension. That Charles Atlas thing. Surprisingly strenuous. I did some of that after weights. It might be better to use that before the weights, as a kind of warm-up. Well, it sure looks as though it could rain again this afternoon. We sure do need it. The playa lakes are still too low. 

More rain. It pleasures me. 

Vintage Evening!

 A fine morning! A thunderstorm east of us provided cool outflow winds and dark clouds and distant rumbles. It was good to be on the patio with my wine, surrounded by lush vegetation, in privacy, and savor the outdoors. And this morning it was partly cloudy, and quite cool, and it seems that mild temperatures and pleasant breezes will be with us, and chances for similar storms this evening are good. One goes ah. And two go ah ah, and so on. Ah ah ah. Can you have too many? I think not. I did well in the gym yesterday, too. Strength gains at my age are gratifying. I was gratified. 

At this very moment, I enjoy iced coffee. I still have windows open, and cool and fresh air circulates, but it is beginning to warm and it will be a warm day. Not hot. But warm. I have a large window near me, in this, my office. I look out that window upon a wall of green, green and growing things that will, by late summer, reach up to the eaves of this house-- a wall of stems and leaves, with complexities of light and shadow within. More ah. More AH! It pleasures me!

Yet More Rain!

 It was cool and wet yesterday morning and this morning it is cool and damp. Much better than having scorching heat and ultra dry air, let me tell you. Yes, this could be a very nice Memorial Day weekend. There is even talk of a peace deal but make no mistake, Israel will sabotage any such deal. Chosen people my arse. Ancient tribal myths need to die. Priestly propaganda. Self-aggrandizing fantasy. These things have no place in modern society. Not that modern society is such a grand thing. It certainly does not need to be contaminated with superstition. Of any sort. Of any variety. The less tribalism the better The less nationalism the better. It's like, we're all one. Can you dig it, man! HAHAHAHAH! Human nature guarantees human extinction. It's baked into the hodgepodge that evolution built. Animals with pretensions and illusions are still animals, live as animals, die as animals, and rot as animals. Be kind to animals. 

The true cost of this clusterfuck--so far:

The true cost.

It DID Rain!

 We are not cursed, apparently. At least, not yet. It was a GOOD rain. Today it is cool and humid so far, and very cloudy. Chances of rain are diminished but not zero. It feels good. It feels fine. In my local reality everything lines up. The lines of sight are clear. I have but one important task today, and after that the rest is gravy. The rest looks to be easy. The weekend might not be dreary, and perhaps even cheery. It could be a time to make merry. And still, it is the month of Mary! Hot diggety dawg, as they exclaim in the land of Nod. Close up all of your eyes real tight, and you might see God. And if not that, then a dog will do. 

Lucky you. 

Cool Cloudy Maybe Rain

 If we don't get rain today I might conclude that we are cursed! At any rate, the break in the heat is really neat. Memorial Day weekend might be quite nice here. I won't travel. I never do anymore. And with gas prices the way they are. Nice to know that for a certain billionaire, those increased gas and food prices are "peanuts". Truly a man of the people. A man who cares. NOT! 

Significant analysis: Next Steps

Yes, A Change Of Weather!

 Cool and cloudy and windy. It feels good.  A dead Donald Duck would be a cause for celebration, now that I think of it. That would be a gift of great magnitude. It's time for a new Disney character, don't you think? How about Daffy Dope? How about Vanity Vulture? So many interesting options! Cartoonville is full of candidates, so fear not. Meanwhile I will enjoy this nice turn of weather. Let the Krazy Klown Kar crash and burn. I'm too old to give a flying fuck. 

Besides, Jesus! Like Mighty Mouse! Will fly in to save the day! And then, there's my fantastic shaving mug! Be of good cheer! Have another beer! Get paid! Get laid! And have yet ANOTHER beer! Folks, it just don't get much better than that. 

Change Of Weather?

 Could be. A norther is on the way, or so they say. And maybe some real rain at last, or so they say.  This morning it was cloudy and humid, but that front is on the way. So they say. I'll believe that when I see it. 

As the big 250 celebration day approaches, expect to be bombarded with bullshit.

Hot Days Cool Mornings

 It's a common pattern. The storms seem to be over, and there's a lot of SOSO going on. Cooler later in the week and rain chances. Big bang in Israel Saturday night-- some sort of weapons plant exploded. A constant stream of lies from the outhouse, but it has golden toilets, so that's OK. Iran maintains control of the Strait of Hormuz, and the big oil crunch will soon be felt here, as our reserves are depleted. Inflation, but a moron at the Fed, a shit-for-brains appointee, a shit-eating lackey, so expect the worst. Maga minions gobble their trumpdawgs and praise their lord. One might as well rename "America". Call it "Titanic". The billionaires own the lifeboats. SOSO. Par for the course. Idiocracy is a one way ticket to hell on earth. But the magas have their trumpdawgs, yum yum good, and they are happy! I've got windows open to let in the cool morning air, and it is quite refreshing. Every day I see confirmation of the fact that this world is a clusterfuck. It has always been a clusterfuck and it always will be a clusterfuck, until it is finally uninhabitable, and that might come sooner than you might think. Much sooner than you might want to believe. Meanwhile, life goes on! Such as it is!

A BIG BANG in Israel? What are we to make of that?

Stronger Storms

 Again, a round of compact but powerful and destructive storms, not delivering much rain but with their cloud to ground lightening, they set wildfires and some have been very destructive. Canyon seems to have been hit, at least areas around Canyon. And the daily heat is edging here into triple digits. But at least mornings are cool. Drastic temperature spreads between morning lows and afternoon highs. I got more rain yesterday, just enough to water the lawn. And none of the damaging winds that other areas have seen. Late next week we catch a break on the temps as the high pressure dome shifts to the east. I would like to see Washington DC baking and breaking, our elected nitwits sweltering and sweating and panting for air. Smothered and suffocated.  

Reality Check

Storms!

 It was an evening of tiny storms! Outflow winds, rumbles of thunder! But not much rain. Maybe a light muddy sprinkle on a few scattered areas amounting to one or two square miles here and there, few and far between. But it was an odd end to an odd day, and today I see signs that there will be a celebration of some sort this weekend. What about, I wonder. China just recently got a piece of our asses, and Israel's dick was still sticking up in there, and that must have been awkward. But the minions are numb and dumb. You could cut off their dicks and serve them in hot dog buns and call it a trumpdawg and they'd eat it up with glee. "Hot damn! I got me a trumpdawg!" Don't get me started. Actually, I like the idea of a disciplined socialist state with a huge and very intelligent population eclipsing the "west" permanently. That might be the greatest gift maga jesus confers upon us, the final decline of the west and the end of Christendom. And many other things as well. I don't think the minions will notice. They'll be too busy chowing down on their trumpdawgs. I guess I'm in a bad mood because, although it looked a lot like rain yesterday, only nada did appear, in a cloud of dust. I might do a 180 tomorrow, if it would only rain. At least I still have my shaving mug, and my shaves are pure and good. And coffee. And wine. And books. And all these things and many another thing, are all pure and good. Seek you that which is pure and good! Rejoice in those things that are pure and good!

Hot Dry Windy

 Hot dry windy and overcast. Odd quality to the light today. An odd ambience.  A day with a quality of strangeness. Sometimes I like that sort of day and sometimes I do not. I have not made my mind up about this day. The world seems fragile on a day like this, and reality seems to be on the edge of a precipice. I've done what little I had to do today and the rest of the day is mine. I try to relax, I try to not worry. On such a day the illusion of control is especially thin, the walls between worlds seem less than substantial.

And yet, and yet, my shaves remain very satisfying, and the ritual is comforting. Some day you shall see, that of which I have spoken! You shall see and you shall believe! SOME day! Some DAY! But today everything seems as shaky as the Wimberly Dam. 

Flying Saucers

 These UFO dumps are pure garbage. But i guess they make a good distraction. It will be very hot now. Hot and dry. The heat sets in early this year. I remember the Bicentennial. I remember best of all the Viking Mars landers. Now THAT was exciting. The rest of it I dismissed as nationalistic swill. And that is precisely what it was. And that is what "250" will be. Unless the festive spirits encounter some sort of obstacle. Empty shelves? Fuel shortages? Gasoline hard to find and hard to afford? Diesel even pricier and even scarcer? Massive casualties? Chaos and catastrophe? Tough to say. None of those things would surprise me. Even SOSO would be nothing to celebrate. In order to celebrate, it will probably be necessary to indulge in fantasy. And I'm sure the corporate media machine will be happy to provide the requisite fantasy. 

By golly! I managed to get a photo of a crashed flying saucer!

Trump Visits China

This is the sort of analysis that the minions are too dense to understand.

Hot Weathr!

 By Wednesday we get a taste of scorching summer, and then declining temps again as another norther moves in , but we won't be getting any "cooling"-- more like moderation and modulation, from hot to warm. Comfortable mornings remain and no rain. Of course, no rain. Anybody who celebrates "250" this July would have to be a freaking moron. But of freaking morons we do have an ample supply. But maybe events will be such that not even freaking morons will find anything to celebrate. That would be fine with me.

Coffee on the patio this morning! Surrounded already by greenery! And almost all of it is edible, and tasty, and very healthy. Wine on the patio this evening, I'm sure. Of course, needless to say but I'll say it anyway, I had myself a luxurious shave this morning. I did quite well at the gym yesterday. I've already accomplished everything that needed my attention today. Plenty of time to read and relax. But I'll probably do some moderate weights later. 

And let us never forget: ALL nations are evil, but some are more evil than others. 

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!