As the election vote-counting drags on, I think we all would benefit from some relevant music to get through today. I know I need some. I still find myself openly weeping at times during the day, but as news for Biden has improved, I have made some progress. I no longer cry blood.
So, here are some songs that you may like. Let’s start off with a rollicking good tune about vote-counting in the Southeast. What city can help Biden pull off a surprise state flip? This one …
I’m so nervous and full of anxiety that it is hard to put words together to post anything. But one of our flies from our occasionally posted and rarely funny Flies On Washington Walls cartoon wanted to offer a word of advice for today …
However, definitely do not vote for a third party candidate. I’m upset that this third party candidate is now in the race …
I’m so upset. I told my wife that we had pumpkins growing in the garden. I didn’t plant them. They just sprung up from seeds from old pumpkins I composted in the garden last Fall. I even showed her pics of the pumpkins growing so she wouldn’t throw our money away on buying pumpkins.
But still, she purchased pumpkins to place on our front porch for Fall decorations. What. A. Waste. I harvested the pumpkins from our garden and placed them in front of the ones my wife had so cavalierly purchased. Take a look. They look great.
I have a dear friend getting a colonoscopy and endoscopy this week on the same day. I’m concerned that they may do both scopes from opposite ends at the same time. What if the two scopes meet in the middle? What if the scopes meet and get tangled? What if my friend then has to have surgery to get the scopes untangled? What if the scopes meet, fall in love, and elope together to the gall bladder? I need answers to these questions, please. I am literally asking for a friend.
Finally, after all these months of anxiously waiting, we get Trump’s COVID plan. Honestly, I never thought we would get a comprehensive plan from the Trump administration to battle this deadly virus. Sometimes it seemed like they didn’t even take it seriously, like when Trump and his surrogates called it a hoax. Or when they hold super-spreader campaign rallies across the county. But it’s all good because … there’s finally a plan!
Go to https://trumpcovidplan.com/ Make sure to click on the Learn More link on the page to, well, learn more, duh!
I enjoyed the new Borat movie called Borat Subsequent Moviefilm. It is not quite as crass as the original, and it has a sweet father-daughter relationship plot. It rips the top off right-wing American culture so we can see just how gross it is, in case we didn’t know already. I watched it on my Kindle as soon as it was available. But I wanted to see it in all its grandeur on a larger screen. So I headed to our basement where a slightly larger TV screen is available. It was there in our basement where I experienced fall.
I want to announce that I will be unavailable for blogging on the 23rd of October. That is typically cause for celebration and great rejoicing. Why am I unavailable, you ask? Wait, what? You didn’t ask? You don’t care? Regardless, I will be busy on the 23rd. I will be occupied watching this over and over again …
That’s right, the sequel to Borat hits Amazon Prime on the 23rd. The reviews are in and generally positive. And you may have heard some news yesterday about this co-star in the movie.
I haven’t done a NMFOR post in almost 4 months. Without live music, it sometimes seems to me that new music doesn’t exist. But it does! There’s some excellent new music being released. Here are some links to new music by Tame Imapala, My Morning Jacket, Bruce Springsteen, and Dayglow. Now the last song isn’t new. It was released over 2 years ago by a high school kid with a green screen, some musical talent, and the ability to write an easy, listenable song. Over 42 million YouTube views later and it finally is getting some radio airplay.
I want to make it clear – none of these artists have died. They are just examples of new music being made despite the Age of COVID.
That brings me to this new release of an old song written by someone taken from us by COVID – John Prine. Kurt Vile teamed with John Prine to record Prine’s “How Lucky.” I like the contrast between Vile’s clean vocals and Prine’s rough, cancer-scarred vocals that somehow still sound great. And together at the end of the song, their voices blend together magically.
It got me thinking about all the musicians we lost in 2020. I put together this supergroup …
My wife whistles so much better than me, and that has got me feeling very conflicted. I am very proud of her whistling, but I also feel very emasculated by it. I know, I know, that’s so dumb. There are so many more and better reasons for me to feel emasculated.
I tried. I really tried to reach my goal of 20 pounds lost before fall. But I’m solidly stuck at 17 down as the cold, wet weather has rolled in. I upped my daily steps in September to this daily average for the month …
We are starting a remodel of our master bathroom. Last night, we went to look at bathroom vanities at a closed fitness & massage storefront with a street address of 10039 & 1/2. I thought those fractional addresses were only found in Harry Potter novels. As we arrived, an old man with an Eastern European (?) accent accosted us in the parking lot and called inside to tell the seller that we had arrived. This morning, I purchased one of the vanities for cash only with no receipt given from the back of the seller’s rented truck in a gas station parking lot. I’m starting to think this deal may be a bit shady.
I count at least 5 bars used to make this Frankensoap monstrosity. But I need to come clean. I don’t want to shower you with dirty lyes. As I prepare to add another sliver of soap rejected by my wife, I realize that although there may be a monstrosity residing in my soap dish, the real monster is its creator … me.
My 12 year old daughter is still casually interested in Halloween. She was thrilled to see we received this invite from a neighbor.
I have so many questions …
If everyone brings a face cover for the piñata, isn’t that going to be too many for the piñata to wear?
Does the piñata really need a face cover?
Can’t the piñata provide its own face cover?
If the face covers are for party attendees to wear, are they because of COVID or is the piñata loaded with shrapnel?
Can we use the water provided to clean our potential shrapnel wounds?
Is a piñata a small piña?
I expect my daughter to attend, stand around, try and look cool, and not attack a defenseless piñata. But she will definitely be wearing a mask, just like all of us should when we are around other non-piñata humans.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 