Resolutions

For New Year's we emptied the dishwasher and descaled the Keurig. 

The Arizona Cardinals were 3-12. Then they played the Philadelphia Eagles. In previous posts we've described the Eagles as big, strong and tough. Yesterday they looked small, weak, and wimpy. All that hard work, all those big wins, thrown away. Oh well. At least we had a delicious burger at the bar, and a pint of something called Angry Dad Amber. 

The 2024 political ju-ju: We've written before that each week it is less likely Trump will lose. The vibe has certainly changed and the facts on the ground are in Trump's favor. He seems to be at the head of a reactionary, anti-elite movement. Every move the Dems make against Trump weakens them and strengthens him. Or...the GOP MAGA faithful are walking right into a trap set by the elites and nominating the one man who will lose to Joe or Kamala or Gruesome Newsom. You tell us, 'cause we don't know. 

The war in Gaza goes on, and on and on. Soon the Gaza War will be part of the news background noise, like Lebanon in the 80's or Yugoslavia in the 90's. The Iranians have deployed a warship to the Red Sea. The Israeli Navy should sink it. 

2004 and More: as with the 2023 reminiscing, 2004 and More will stray into 1994 and maybe even 1984. Afterall, 30 years ago this month, life is going to change forever. We don't recall New Years' 1994, but we're quite sure we had no idea. 

We read through the Swedish intervention chapter in World War 1990: Norway and came away pleased. At 5,000 or so words the chapter feels a bit abrupt. We may add to it.

We had a War Night idea. Artist sees nuclear blasts and begins sketching. We still don't know what the War Night story is, though. 

The leader of this blog's Confederate Contingent, who by rights should be gloating more about Ole Miss reaming Penn State, says he wants us to write 2543. We've been thinking about that project since 2018 FFS. 2543 is a series that requires focus. Very technical. Maybe we should just schedule it for 2025? Maybe.

World War 1990: The Final storm is done, over, fin, fini. A great burden is lifted. In case our meanderings have been unclear...We'll spent January finishing up Norway and send it to the editor on 1 February [Ambitious, you'll never meet the deadline - Ed]. We'll spend the spring working on War Night. Then the Summer Sneak in, whatever that will be. 

Resolutions? We shrug indifferently. 

We should read more. We've no idea what to read.

Alert reader(s) have noticed this blog features less and less politics. [But not today-Ed] No not today, because we think the above issue is interesting.  As with every year, we wish we cared about politics less. I dunno. We think we won't bother voting this year. 

Last Autumn we weighed in at 240-241 pounds. We had hoped to drop to 239 by today. The last time we got on a scale we showed 243-244 pounds, depending.* The holiday season is a terrible time to try to lose weight. But we feel confident we can drop down to 239 by Memorial Day. We need to reevaluate our workout regimen. And for the love of god, stop snacking at night. 

Monday Metal: The Struts, Too Good at Rasing Hell. Heard it at the gym a while back. Sounds like the Rolling Stones with a twist. A well written and fun song:

*We refuse, absolutely, to convert those nice, sensical imperial numbers to socialist metric numbers.