Writing Now and Later

We got back to the gym yesterday for the first time in a month. Our hour on the treadmill went swimmingly and we hardly noticed the time. We were pretty sore last night but less so this morning. Just a great run overall. We found our brain wandering to the little desert merc novel we mentioned yesterday. Perhaps that's our summer sneak in. 

We can write most anything. It all comes down to what we feel we must need write. By next June we'll have published 75, The Final Storm, 76, and The Weser. What do we want to do in the autumn of 2022? It's never too early to start planning these things. What's the game plan for 2022 going onto 2023. It's probably time to update the Future Projects page. Perhaps someday, but not today. 

We see San Fan Nan has scheduled the vote on the various spending boondoggles for Thursday. We wondered if this was merely kabuki. But observers whom we trust and are generally pessimistic don't think this is kabuki. This blog believes something will pass but has no idea what. We remind reader(s) that this blog is 100% comfortable with a government shutdown. Default on the debt. Nothing will happen. Or maybe it will mean financial Armageddon.    

Yesterday morning we saw Mrs. Stroock packing up Oldest Daughter's computer. 

We asked, 'Did she forget her computer?"

'Yes.'

'I'm going to the high school, aren't I?'

'Uh-huh.'

We had a moment afterwards. 1991, parking at our high school listening to Guns N Roses. 2021, parking at our daughter's high school listening to Guns N Roses. The circle is complete.

By the way, the high school is just one of many places in town that require masks. We walked into the lobby sans mask and halfway expected to be tackled by the school cop. But as always, nobody said nothing. Passive resistance. Small acts of resistance...probably lead to nothing. But at least we're good with ourselves.

Friday GnR, Flags, Sat Com Organizational Ineptitude, Russian Collusion, et al

We had another appointment with DirecTV yesterday. They were supposed to move our satellite dish as some water damage has developed beneath the base. But get this. When a tech arrives at your house he doesn't know the purpose of the service call. We know this for two reasons. Yesterday the tech rang the doorbell and asked, 'So what's the problem, sir?' Also, there was a thunderstorm outside. We declined to send the man up on our roof during a thunderstorm and told him to have a nice day. We give up.

As we write congress is trying to pass a $1.2 trillion infrastructure bill, a $3.5 trillion budget and raise the debt ceiling. Cocaine Mitch said that the Dems will raise the debt ceiling without GOP help. Quite right. The Dems control congress. Run things. To paraphrase OJ Simpson, this blog is absolutely 100% comfortable with the US failing to raise the debt ceiling and defaulting on the debt. Denis Miller is right:

Of course we've colluded with the Ruski's on this: Last week the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute held its annual ball, colloquially known as the Met Gala. This is the fashion industry’s annual celebration of itself, and it is a seminal event in New York City. Tickets cost more than $30,000. This year’s Met Gala was attended by Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY). The unofficial leader of The Squad of young firebrand House progressives, AOC was resplendent in makeup, jewelry and a dress that cost more than most people’s cars. Across her backside were the words, ‘Tax the Rich’. AOC has been defending herself against allegations of hypocrisy and total lack of self-awareness ever since.' That's just how we do.

Sorry losers. We came from the nice, respectable wing of the GOP that was interested in trimming government spending and government reform. This was the mid-90s and we actively resisted the social con, family values types. The Dems said we were going to starve children and throw old people into the street. And you believed them, America. If we may quote GnR bassist Duff McKagan, fuck you. Suck my fucking dick.

Which brings us to Guns N Roses most outrageous song, Get in the Ring. This is a full volley attack on all the people in the press Axl, Slash and Duff hate. It's silly and immature and a lot of fun. We loved Get in the Ring back in the day, and we like it now. If we may quote Duff McKagan once more, 'If you want to antagonize me, antagonize me, motherfucker.' Someone in World War 1990: The Weser, will utter these words. To conclude with another quote, 'I don't like you. I just hate you. I'm gonna kick your ass.'

Below, your Friday Flag:

In honor of Boris' visit