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‘Taint funny, Mcgee.

I was shopping for discount plane fares, and noticed that Alaska Airlines used to be McGee airways.

This was during the Heyday of the Fibber Mcgee and Molly radio show. They probably changed it because of situations like this:

I am terribly sorry to inform you that we are currently unable to locate your luggage. Customer: ‘Taint funny, Mcgee!!

They should have just went with it, and used Johnson Wax on the aisle, and maybe a terrible crash when anyone opened the cockpit door, like Fibber McGee’s closet.

Don’t be in the dark about flashlights!

This is from a Jensen-Byrd Wholesale hardware catalog from 1951, that my dad had and referred to once in a blue moon. A huge hardback thing that Mr. Drucker would haul out if he didn’t have what you needed in stock.

I imagine some guys would buy extra bulbs and lenses and extra D batteries, because night fishing is the best.

GTA5 Cheats because I am going to hell anyway

I picked up Grand Theft Auto 5 maybe two years ago now? Three? I enjoy driving around listening to the goofy talk radio.

Unfortunately, the idea is to follow a directed mission, I got stuck at the part where I am supposed to jump from a moving vehicle onto a boat that is being towed and the driver seems intent on not allowing me to complete this task, ludicrous as it is in the first place.

So I haven’t played it for some time. I got to thinking about it, normally I am not a big fan of cheat codes, but then again I’m getting older and my reflexes aren’t what they were. So it was either that or suffer the humiliation of asking my son to be a stunt double of sorts, which he would surely lord over me for a mighty long time.

I found what looks like a pretty good set of cheats at this page

https://ask2bro.blogspot.com/2019/07/ps4-gta-5-cheats-code.html

I am going to try it tomorrow because Teresa wants me to go in the living room and watch “That Girl” and “Green Acres” with her.

We have eclectic interests.

Uncle Sam came knocking

We have this free service from the post office that emails you scans of what you are going to get in the mail that day. I look at it first thing in the morning.

I am thinking about canceling that service.

Why? Because this morning it showed we were getting letters from the IRS. So I fretted about that all morning. Turned out it was just a bill for $8.47 interest, stemming from amended taxes for the previous year.

I was so happy, I drew smiley faces and little hearts on the check, and sprayed it with Teresa’s perfume.

French Bulldog Performs Surgery

I am not sure why this paragraph bothers me, it seems to be grammatically correct, yet it can give the wrong impression at first glance;

” “Doug!” scolded Patty Martin, mother to the park’s unofficial mayor, a French bulldog named Louie, and wife to the head of gastroenterology at Washington Hospital Center. She, too, thought the complainers were being selfish. “

This is from an article about yet another squabble about barking dogs. It’s newsworthy because rich people are involved.

Dog Park Divides the Rich and Powerful

Bad Combo in the stars

We were shuffling down the Walk of Stars in Hollywood a few days ago, and I came across these;

Mister Rogers and… Sarah Silverman? I love them both, but worlds are colliding here. The only connection I can think of, is they both visit the land of make believe.

A tour guide said there were 2600+ stars on these sidewalks, I don’t know if that includes the blank ones. They install them completely randomly.

Missed opportunity

Consider the case of C. B. Moore, Optometrist. WHY did he not take the GOLDEN opportunity to hang out his shingle as
C MOORE OPTOMETRIST
…and put

“See more with C. Moore”

at the bottom of his calling cards? Did he think it was beneath him?

Protection for the stormwater retention pond

This broken Virgin Mary appeared years ago at “Petey’s Pond” (So dubbed after the dog I had when we discovered it). Someone put her back together as best they could, and she has greeted visitors and attracted other artifacts, such as this red candle holder. I only wish she would use her influence to keep dogs from pooping in the middle of the trail.

God help us, we’re in the hands of botanists.

I was enjoying a fine hamburger and Coke meal at Don’s in Marysville until Teresa pointed out the Treeranosaurus Rex behind the gas station.

Dimensional shame in 3D printing.

Here’s my first attempt to make stackable bins to fit in the vertical file cubbyholes that my dad built into this fine secretary desk.

You see I left the brim on so it won’t rattle around in there. Somehow my measurements didn’t translate to the actual file for printing. All of these cubbies are precisely 60mm wide, thanks to my dad’s usual attention to detail. So I can’t very well have crappy bins of various widths rattling around in there.

It would be nice to be able to stack them. So Version Two will be 60mm, without brim. It will have thick, uniform walls for stacking; and also much longer, might as well use the space available. Stay tuned!