Tuesday Two Back

Good morning, Stroock's Books Citizens. Time for morning calisthenics. And one...and two...and one...and two...there you go. Reminder, self discipline through exercise is the key to achieving the socialist utopia about which we all dream. 

We still don't miss Twitter, much. We do find we're a touch saner. 

We see Cloudflare is experiencing some sort of technical glitch. 

The Las Vegas Raiders suck and made the Dallas Cowboys look dominant last night. We have seen every Cowboys game this season because this is an NFC East house and the NFL likes leg humping Dallas, for ratings purposes. 

We don't got much this morning, TBH. Bla-bla UN resolution, bla-bla Hamas refuses to disarm, bla-bla Saudi Arabia buying F-35s....

So let's do some pointless nostalgia, shall we? 

1995...we're wrapping up our first semester at a non-Jesuit university in Washington DC, the Bastards. This school was much harder than Wesley College. We live off campus with a roommate we met over the summer through mutual friends. This roomate would later shock the hell out of us. There's a story there, perhaps we should tell it?

2005...ah, we we're a permanent sub at Bernards High School, working on A Line Through the Desert and writing a lot of magazine articles. We drove a Jeep Liberty, patriot blue. We loved that car.  We we're experiencing our own personal AC/DC revival and listened to a lot of Back in Black.* 

2015...FB actually has two memories for today. One stating that that night was Fiesta Grande de los Conquistador night at Casa de Stroock (we were making tacos), the second a stark warning not to allow a Vogan to read poetry to one. Oh, there's also a note that we like the Brit insult comic, Bernard Manning. So we do. Looks like we're wrapping up World War 1990: Operation Eastern Storm. 

[In 2045, are you going to post about what you were doing in 2025? -Ed]. We certainly hope not. Looking at our DNA, health history, and family history, we give ourselves a 50/50 chance of making it to 2045, at best [Well aren't you the cheery one -Ed].

DOGE Report: World War 1990: Whatever it's Called, really just needs a few wrap up scenes. We need to find out what happens to a couple of RUC guys, a couple of IRA guys, maybe that UFF, and what about the guy who shot Paisley? 

*We don't know who needs to hear this, but AC/DC's later albums, Ball Breaker, Stiff Upper Lip, and Black Ice are much better than their early Brian Johnson era stuff. These albums are more focused and more mature, with solid blues based riffs. Very consistent with no filler whatsoever. AC/DC is going back out on tour. We think we'll pass. They're too old, no? 

We saw AC/DC three times on the Black Ice Tour (2008-2009), and their concert at Giants Stadium was the last event we saw there before the Met Life Stadium opened. Man, that was a good show. Anvil (see this trailer for the movie doc about them) opened, and so did The Answer.