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Oh, no. The mulch cartoon is back. And you thought Halloween was scary. And a double panel edition yet … with even more Dad-type jokes. Will someone please offer an intervention before this becomes a regular feature?


I started No Shame November by walking around the house this morning with my shirt off. My wife advised me that it is traditionally No Shave November. Works for me either way. I have no intention of shaving my belly.
How did I miss it? I was so excited when I saw the sign announcing the upcoming celebrity appearance. It’s not that we are not used to celebrities in our town. Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys used to live here, despite our lack of beaches. Prominent anti-vaxxer, actress, and former Playboy model Jenny McCarthy lives here now, along with her husband Donnie Wahlberg, actor and former New Kid on the Block. So proud. We have minor (and occasionally major) musical and comedic acts coming through town every week to play our local theater. And a former professional football player, and son of an NFL Hall of Famer, calls our town home. My wife works at the school where his son attends. So we know how to handle celebrities. We ignore them.
Except for students who see my wife. I get a kick out of seeing the reaction on student’s faces when my wife runs into them out in public. You would think my wife was a Hollywood A-list celebrity. Well, she is in my book.
In a similar manner, I was all agog when I saw this upcoming celebrity appearance advertised …

Would Butch remember me? Yes, we met before. It seems like only yesterday …

My youngest son has a friend who was quite a handful when just a youth. I have firsthand knowledge of that since I coached the boys in both basketball and baseball. But my son’s friend went to college, got a degree, and was encouraging my son to become a personal trainer like he is. Sounds good, right? Well, it turns out that instead of coaching the boys on basketball and baseball skills, I should have taught life skills.
Imagine my surprise when I saw this headline concerning his arrest and the charges …
I am grateful for living my life in the Chicagoland area for many reasons. Winter weather is not one. However, one reason is that we have Lake Michigan, a huge body of water to enjoy, with zero sharks. Take that, ocean lovers! But another is that Chicago is politically cool, sometimes in subtle ways. I was listening this morning to WXRT, still the world’s greatest radio station that you can listen to at wxrt.radio.com, and the big news they reported at 8AM was Trump’s stop in Chicago today where massive protests are expected to cause major traffic disruptions. I would be there except I am preparing to protest a local issue tonight. Anyway, the Trump visit news was followed by this set of music.
When I tweeted the DJ to ask if he was making a political statement, he replied that he was just “rockin’ Chicago.” Sure. Keep rockin’, man.
Asking for a friend, but should my friend still own and wear well over 10+ year old shoes?

And should anyone ever wear shoes with moss growing on them?
Sure, they look a bit rough, but I want to make something very clear about this pic …
I couldn’t come up with a mulch cartoon today, so you get more Twitter funnies. You’re welcome!
Here’s a campaign sign for Trump that I can get behind …

Speaking of getting behind Trump, today he delivered the most cogent tweet he has ever tweeted …
I use an app on my phone to help guide me through meditation every day for 5 minutes. The last one instructed me to breathe for 4 seconds and exhale for 5 seconds. I’m no math genius, but inhaling for only 4 seconds while exhaling for 5 may leave me a little bit short on air. I stopped before I passed out.
Trump and Sharpie are words that really don’t seem to go together well. We all remember the incident with Hurricane Dorian and the Sharpie extension into Alabama so that Trump could pretend to be a sharpie and not the dumbass that he really is.

This time it was Senator Patrick Leahy who took a Sharpie to this map …
Halloween is coming next week, and it looks like I’ll be playing the role of Don Quixote, without the costume. I’m off jousting at windmills again, so that means everything else in my life gets put on hold, including this blog, so be grateful for that.
I’m part of a fight to save this prairie …

If you take a closer look, you see these important visitors to the prairie …
Well, we’ve reached the halfway point. I’m halfway finished writing a crappy novella. The good news there is that you’ll be halfway done reading excerpts from a crappy novella once you are done reading this post. Let’s get started, the sooner the better.
After the big announcement of Ray running for President, I was wondering, “Now what?” It seemed like a whole lot of work was ahead of us, and the bursitis in my knee was flaring up something awful with some wet weather we was having. I’m no quitter, but with football back on TV, watching the Iowa Hawkeyes go undefeated in September seemed like a lot more fun than knocking on doors or stuffing envelopes. And how about that 18-17 comeback win over the Iowa State Cyclones? I hate winning the game with a field goal, and they shoulda whipped those Cyclone asses more, but a road win sure as hell beats losing. And it was a honey of a whale of a ding-dong dilly of a game.
I know what you’re thinking — I should be an Iowa State fan since Okawana is closer to Iowa State than U of I. But I’ve always been a Big Ten fan, even though there’s 14 teams now in the conference. Ain’t that crazier than a Trump tariff? And why the hell is Rutgers part of the Big Ten? If you ask me, they should be part of one of them fancy conferences back east. I’d rather have Iowa State in the Big Ten so I can see them Cyclones get their asses whuppped every week by Big Ten teams. But Iowa State is in the Big 12, and they only got 10 teams. They can’t afford to lose any more. I say the Big Ten should give the Big 12 Rutgers and Maryland so the Big 12 can be the Big 12 again. Only having 10 teams in the Big 12 must be downright embarrassing. Hey, here’s a joke. Why is it called the Big 12 and not the Big Twelve? Because them Big 12 students are so dumb they can’t spell twelve. I made that one up myself.
There is just so much good new music recently that I decided that rather than taking a deep dive into one song, I would wade into the shallows of multiple songs. Let’s get started!
I don’t like rap music. The closest I could ever cozy up to rap music was enjoying the hip hop of the Beastie Boys. How can anyone not like the pure camp of the BB? But the Beastie Boys are definitely not rap. Earlier this year when I was considering if I should go to an Anderson East concert, my oldest son advised me that the only good musical artist named Anderson was a rapper named Anderson.Paak. That is definitely not true. Besides Anderson East, there is the Anderson Council and their psychedelic sounds. Groovy.
So, who’s Anderson.Paak and what’s up with the period between his names? I never investigated either. But than I saw him recently on Jimmy Kimmel singing this excellent song with the great Smokey Robinson.
Now that’s a good tune and a nice homage to Smokey’s sound. I tried to explore more of .Paak’s (do I include the period with his first or last name?) music, and I found him to be too sweary for my taste. But he did prove with this song that as far as his music goes, he can definitely make it better.
1 down. Ready for 3 more? Let’s go.
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I have been fascinated by hairy balls this past summer. I allowed some vine to grow in my vegetable garden, and it continually sprouted little hairy balls. And then they disappeared. I finally figured out that most likely the local deer visited and ate them. Once I put 2 & 2 together (4, right?), I threw some netting over one of the fuzzy spheres and hoped that would give it a fighting chance to grow into Jim food rather than Bambi food. It worked! Soon I had one larger hairy ball hanging down.
I’ve been very busy with my medical equipment business recently. The hard work has paid off. Today I secured a large order from a Swiss customer who is buying equipment they will pick-up in Germany for shipment to Russia (no collusion!). The payment will be made by the Swiss customer in euros to my bank account in the UK that will be converted to US dollars and sent to my bank account in the USA so that my LLC can access the funds. I feel a bit like international business magnate Donald Trump, but without the criminality. Oh, sorry, I just noticed I spelled maggot wrong in that last sentence.