It doesn’t help that Natalie Wood fell into that era of women and their style which has been my downfall ever since I can remember. Here’s what I mean by that obscure sentence, in black and white:
And in color:
Stunning, and timeless.
Month: December 2022
Diddly Squat
Ben Ainslie and his wife Georgia Thompson are probably not known to many Murkins, although in the yachting world he’s very well known as the most successful Olympic sailor of all time, not to mention the head of Britain’s America’s Cup team.
So during the Covid Lockdown Silliness they created a podcast / TV show called Performance People in which they talk to various successful people such as F1 Mercedes AMG team principal Toto Wolff and his equally-accomplished wife Susie — surely the absolute exemplars of the “power couple”.
The show that got me, however, was their interview with The Greatest Living Englishman and his man Kaleb, on the Diddly Squat Farm. Funny as always, the pair are wonderfully entertaining, right up until the discussion moves to farming, and what farmers have to deal with.
I have no idea whether our farmers have to put up with the same degree of red tape as the Brits do, but when Jeremy Clarkson points out that the suicide rate for British farmers is the highest of any profession in the U.K., things get really serious.
If you do nothing else today, watch this show.
Two Old Guys Chewing The Fat
…about revolvers, and what they love to shoot.
What’s so different about this one? It’s Ken Hackathorn and Bill Wilson.
“Shooting should be fun.”
That episode was Ken’s favorite guns to shoot. Here’s what Bill likes to shoot.
“Every gun guy should own a Model 19 Combat Magnum.”
And then if you want still more Hackathorn and Wilson, here’s an earlier episode, about 1911s.
“Rarely does the capacity of the gun have anything to do with the outcome… unless you’re a really bad shot.” (Although it should be said that Bill Wilson himself carries a Wilson SFX-9 with a 10-round mag — and a 15-round backup mag. And nobody could call Bill Wilson a bad shot.)
I could listen to these two gun guys talk all day. And in putting this post together, I did.
Today’s Earworm
You know, whenever I hear someone say nonsense like “Only Black people can sing soul music, dude” I’m tempted to
a.) beat them over the head with my souvenir Janis Joplin mike stand
b.) poke them in the eye with an Eric Clapton guitar pick, or
c.) play them Dave Mason’s We Just Disagree.
…and apart from the lyrics, Mason’s voice and the astounding harmonies, it has one of the best bass lines, ever. All that in just three minutes, and it should have been fifteen because it would save me hitting the replay button so much.
Disconnected
I read this guy’s story with something akin to dread:
And that’s when I realized that little by little, my phone had gotten the best of me.
I’ve often prided myself on one of the few people not shackled to my phone, but after reading this guy’s story, I chided myself for my arrogance.
As much as I hate to admit it, my phone is now an integral part of my existence, as much as my glasses or my car.
We’ve been one-carring it since the beginning of the week — first, my car had to (finally) get completely fixed after my collision with the highway crocodile a few weeks ago, which meant that while New Wife was driving to and from work, I sat at home, isolated. Then I had to get some errands done (Rx refills etc.) so I had to drive her to and from work for a day. Then, just as we were going to pick up the Tiguan, I got this call: “My check engine light just came on.”
So we picked up my car and dropped hers off, to get the oil changed as well as getting whatever the warning light entailed seen to. All manageable (except the total repair cost for the two cars — I’m going to have to sell a gun or two, and I’m not kidding), but having one car was an inconvenience, really.
However: had my phone disappeared on me during this time, that would have been simply catastrophic. Calls to the auto repair shop, calls to New Wife to organize pickup times… the list of critical calls was far longer than I was comfortable with. And don’t even ask me how I’d have got through to anyone without my phone’s contact list.
Like many people nowadays, we don’t have a landline phone in the apartment. But I’m starting to rethink that — or else I’m going to get a no-contract burner phone for emergencies.
This modern life is bullshit, and it sucks green donkey dicks.
We Knew That
And now we know:
Too bad that all this has come at a time when I can’t afford to buy the lovely stuff… but I guess I can always cut something from the budget (like a Netflix subscription) to get more meat.
And yes, I know I can’t afford the gas to get to the supermarket, either. Which is why my apartment is walking distance from not one but two of them.
And now, if you’ll excuse me…