It's Valentines Day. We got Mrs. Stroock the same thing we get her every year, being the best husband and father we can be within reason. Later we're going to look at appliances (don't even think about it).
Back to the gym and it was glorious. Forty minutes on the treadmill at 3.5. We made ourselves go from 30 to 40. Next time we'll reel off that last five minutes. Think of how much it hurts now, and how great it will feel at 45. Then we lifted weights. We felt great all day. The feet are in good shape.
We should probably comment on the Dem's disastrous day...
Dems head to the can, slip in the stall, whack head on toilet, balance themselves by sticking hand in the bowl, slip on wet floor coming out
How does one solve a problem like Mitch McConnell? on the one hand, judges, on the other...This is disloyalty of the Nikki Haley kind. We were a few days away from writing a post about how deadly a combination a Rubio/Haley ticket would be. Glad we didn't write it. Little Marco is working on gun control legislation, we hear. Yeah, sorry, no. Disloyalty to Trump is disloyalty to Will. McConnel's Cocaine Mitch status is hereby revoked.
One of our fellow North Americans commented to us yesterday that the Dems are going to keep trying to get Trump. Why yes, yes they are. It's almost as if the Dems want a war.* They're deranged that's just all there is to it. Is there anyone in the White House to say, 'Guys, wouldn't you rather work on the Green Nude Eel?' This blog's support for GOP candidates in 2022 is contingent upon those candidates promising to impeach Joe Biden (or '47) in 2023 and remove key Dem members from their committee assignments. We suspect tens of millions of Deplorables feel the same.
Yesterday a member of this blog's Confederate contingent (who should know better) made an unfortunate dishwasher joke. Mrs. Stroock has been made aware and is not pleased. We're both in trouble. For foreign readers, the American south is one of the great matriarchies in all human history. Down there the womenfolk rule by batting their eyes and asking you to get a Tupperware container off the top shelf or opening a jar of pimento cheese.
Reading Jerry Pournelle's Mamelukes, we saw a lot of combat sequences that were only 500 words, even less. These moved the plot along nicely. Over time readers may have noticed that our scenes get longer and longer, as we've felt short scenes are missed opportunities. But seeing how well they worked in Mamelukes, maybe we're wrong.
*I'm sorry is that inciteful? Lol, get fucked.
I like both ways on combat scenes just as long as it works in the story
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