Saturday, January 21, 2017

Friday, January 20, 2017

Ugh.

Firstborn has been diagnosed with Strep. Secondborn work up this morning feeling incredibly stuffy, and running maybe a degree of fever (not enough to keep him out of school), so there's a decent chance he's coming down with it, too. Beautiful Wife and I have both been run down and not functioning well for the last couple of days, and I'm doing the stuffy-head-and-sore-throat bit. Neither of us seems to be running a fever (quite the opposite - my temperature was actually about 4/5 of a degree low this morning) but I have a pet theory that we've both had Strep so many times now that our immune systems just don't react with fever anymore. Yes, I realize that from a medical perspective that's probably nonsense. Nevertheless, I can't shake the suspicion...

Anyway, all that is a long-winded way of pointing out that I'm not getting a lot done, and probably won't until my sinuses quit aching and my brain starts working again.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

A Poem For The Inauguration

There was a bit of a kerfluffle recently when The Independent published a poem celebrating the inauguration of Donald Trump and many people mistook for something that would actually be read at the inauguration. The poem was, of course, comprehensively terrible, but I really don't think we should let that stop us. After all, the President-Elect and his team are reportedly having an embarrassingly difficult time getting anyone to perform at his inauguration. I think it behooves us, as American citizens, to step in. I think it falls to us, as patriots, to submit our own poems for the inauguration.

I have a modest example here:
There once was a fake billionaire
Who had very strange orange hair
He managed to win
By a slender margin
So thirty million folks lose healthcare

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Music: Patron Saint O' Thieves

The Rumjacks:


(Still trying to get my feet back under me - all my schedules (including writing and blogging) are off right now.)

Friday, January 13, 2017

It's not complicated.

Am I the only one who yells things at pop songs? I've been hearing Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello singing "Bad Things" on the radio a lot lately, and...

Camila Cabello: {singing} "If you only knew the bad things I like / Don't think that I can explain it / What can I say, it's complicated..."

Me: {grumbling} "It's not complicated. Maybe a little kinky, but there's nothing complicated about it."