Feb 03

I Went To A Local Psychic And Knocked On Her Door. She Yelled “Who Is It?” So I Left.

I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. Grew up wearing t-shirts and jeans almost everywhere I’ve ever lived. My lovely-young-bride of 36 years (or so) thinks it’s “weird” that I have a stack of (stained from everyday living) T-Shirts that I wear every day AND several “like new” T-Shirts that I wear for “special occasions.” (ie: Date Day. Church. Weddings and Funerals. Stuff like that.)

Even the Navy, in my early career, we wore (basically) jeans (Dungarees) and a light work shirt (chambray?) over our t-shirt. Until someone in a dark dungeon of an office fucked with our uniforms and switched us to that “working” POS uniform that one had to pull over our heads if the thing caught fire. Navy blue top and dark pants. But, at least it wasn’t pantsuits.

Working blues on the hospital wards was barely ok. Summer whites: looked good on most everyone. Especially those shapely young ladies I was allowed to notice way back when I was single. Didn’t want patients messing them up though. I worked the Peds ward. I was always a mess.

50 years later they still look good but I’m not allowed to notice.

Hate getting old.

SWMBO and I got up and went to the Naval Hospital pharmacy this morning before going out to breakfast. Tried the “new” check-in by phone but messed it up by sending in the wrong number from our ID cards. So had to pull tickets and wait anyway. TWO hours before we got out of there! It amazes me that they (the pharmacy) has 12 (Twelve!) windows for customers; of which only 4 were open at once. Four. From the time one gets a ticket to wait it’s 55 minutes to wait to check in at one of the open windows after waiting. Then it estimated (guesstimated) that it’ll be another 60 minutes to get your meds.

Even the Naval Hospital pharmacy has abused and redefined the meaning of “Hurry up and wait.”

Think I’m going to say fuck it and move to mail me my shit and I’ll pay the freakin’ co-pay. Will probably save money on gas and will save a shit-load of time.

Hopefully.

Not a lot else going on. I read the paper(s) (online) and get upset at the way our country is being run into the ground and stupid people (Hello Whoopie!) saying shit that ain’t so and I have a LOT to say about that. BUT. But. I don’t because once I get started …

So, prices are high. Inventory is low. Biden is the head retard of a group of retards. AOC should come over to my place and actually meet an American. Maybe I’ll give her a reach around. Maybe I won’t. All the rest of them should be sent one way to Mars to start the terraforming.

OH, the webmaster of our North Mason Amateur Radio Emergency Services Club (NMARES) died last week. He was only 85. But now our club website is locked behind his now gone passwords on his personal servers (along with a lot of his other customers “stuff”). So I’m going to be the new webmaster.

And I’ve let the members know that I’m gonna be 70 next June so they MAY want to find someone a bit younger to be my backup “just in case.” I don’t mind doing it but wouldn’t mind the coverage.

Jan 27

WA State Stopping SEALS From Training In State Parks Because – Camo & Guns. Libturds Rejoice.

We had “Roach Coach” for dinner. Two deep fried burrito’s (where the outside is REALLY crispy and brown). The only thing missing was I didn’t wrap them in tin foil and drive them around for an hour or more before eating them. Were good though. SWMBO ruined her with sour cream, but, hey, she’s weird.

AND I did it again. Started this a couple of nights ago and got busy.

Couple of days ago I made a turkey breasts in the instant pot. Was yummy! I mean, really yummy. Enough left over for lunches the rest of the week.

Dropped her off at her dental appointment today and made a $120 run to Walmart. Didn’t even buy that much “stuff” really. Forgot to carry in my bags, AGAIN, so had to pay $.08/each for four of their NEW & Improved plastic bags.

She made stuffed cabbage rolls for dinner. These are almost what I think of when they mention “meat rolls” in The Dragon Riders of Pern. Except those are probably more like burrito’s. So I’m talking out my ass again. Maybe.

Being almost 70 I don’t think I’m going to get called for our new war with Russia when that happens. But one never knows. When (if?) we do go to war, I think all us able Veterans should be called to protect our borders from foreign hostiles. There are many many “administrative” and “homeland” functions we could do. Heck, even at my age I could still suture (I Loved Suturing!) and most anything “medical” except maybe pick up and carry patients.

Just don’t make me march and you will probably get a hardy “Fuck Off” if you order me to do something. Ask nicely and I’m your man!

Man, I’m all over the place tonight.

OH, I forgot to mention. On date day last Friday SWMBO took me to Red Robin. Met and talked to a grissled old guy that was wearing a “Let’s Go Brandon” hat. SWMBO and I had our “Retired Navy” hats on and he thanked us for our service. Well, when he and his significant other left they paid our dinner bill. Caught us completely by surprise! Nice of them. So we left the waitress a $20 tip.

Jan 25

This Entire Lockdown/Masking Is Okay If It Saves Just ONE Life! Yet, You Can Kill Your Baby Anytime. Yeah, Liberal Thinking …

Y’all ever notice how you can’t listen to Quicksilver Messenger Service’ “Mona,” “Maiden Of The Cancer Moon,” and “Calvary” without going on to listen to “In-A-Godda-Da-Vida” by Iron Butterfly? You just can’t. IF you’re normal, that is.

Back in ’75 I had a ’68 mustang. TAD in Yuma (with VA-122?) I splurged and bought a cassette player (cost a small fortune @ $70 for a mere married E-4) for it (the Mustang) and the very first tape I bought to play was Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon.” That’s how freakin’ old I am. I wore that tape out.

I took a Walkman to Desert Storm and it was so hot (How hot was it?) that the tape(s) stretched when played. “Rhythm Nation” by Janet Jackson took 2 minutes longer to play after than before when I finally got home. Her voice got deeper too.

“Why should I have to WORK for everything?! It’s like saying I don’t deserve it!”–Calvin

Man, I’ve been “working” on this post for about a week. I think. I get busy doing “other things” and forget to post. Old Guy. Not an excuse. The way it is.

I think I’ll post this now to get it out of the way and start another one that MAY include just what the Hell I’ve been doing around here.

Oh, that’d be chores, cooking, watching after SWMBO (and watching SWMBO) and waiting for it to warm the fuck up so I don’t freeze my old ass off when the dog and I go for our walk or any time we spend outside and I have SAD and don’t feel like doing the major construction things that need to be done (like rip out the MILA). And I don’t understand WHY I’m making all these damned Virtual Machines to “play” with.

But, don’t get me started.