Luckily, ignorance is bliss, so I’m a happy MOFO. Or so I keep telling myself. But life goes on, for better or worse. And it is better now than it has been.

Now that we have that out of the way, let’s move on. Several commenters have recently reported difficulty accessing the blog. Dr. Greg sent this screenshot from his encounter with the internet gods:

Now, if this had been a one-off, I’d assume the problem was on his end. But other readers in and outside of Asia have had similar access issues. So, I contacted my blog host, HostGator, this morning in an effort to see if the problem was on their end. This was the outcome:

Since no issues have been identified with the server, DNS configuration, SSL setup, or the website itself, it is possible that the users experiencing the issue may have firewall, security software, browser extensions, or network restrictions enabled on their systems, which could be preventing access to the website.

I would recommend asking the affected users to try accessing the site from a different browser, network, or device, and to temporarily check whether any firewall or security settings may be blocking the connection.

Please let me know if you continue to have difficulty.

As for my Sunday, it was a sandwich. The bread consisted of a Decay Dance on one side and the seldom-visited Lux Bar on the other. What was in between, you ask? A solo visit to Cheap Charlies and dinner with Swan at Mangos. You know, pretty much the same old shit I have every day. Let me show you what I mean:

As usual, we took a trike back home from where we finished the Dance and wound up in the most decorated three-wheeler I’ve seen.

Swan had business to attend to at her family compound (she’s building a house there), so I was on my own at beer o’clock. I figured Cheap Charlies was as good as anywhere to have a cold one or three, so I hoofed on over. I was there for almost 90 minutes and was the only customer. Things are definitely slow here in the Barrio.

The gals all know that I don’t buy lady drinks there anymore since the price increased to 250 pesos, so they leave me alone. My waitress made sure my beer bottle was never empty, which I always appreciate. And the money I’d normally spend on drinks goes for food, so the crew was happy with their pancit canton and chicken fingers dinner. I had a dinner date with Swan coming up, so nothing for me this time. I paid my tab, tipped my waitress, and headed up the highway to Mangos.

Queen Victoria is our favorite bar on this side of town, but it is closed on Sundays. Swan suggested Gold Bar, but after our bleh experience there on our last visit, I was craving something different. And Lux was practically next door to Mangos, so we popped in. There were a few other customers up front and some guys playing pool in the rear. We grabbed a table in the middle and ordered our drinks. My beer was cold, and Swan’s wine was the cheapest we’d seen anywhere in a long time.

There were only three or four dancers (I think a couple of others had been tabled with lady drinks), but they were comparatively slim and attractive, certainly better than the Gold Bar crew. The music being played was the kind I like, and the volume was appropriate. We enjoyed our visit to Lux, and I expect we will try to drop in more often when we are on this side of town.

And there you have it. Not much meat in that Sunday sandwich, but I found it tasty regardless.

You want some substance? I came across this disconcerting article that outlines the government’s plans for when a future pandemic arrives. Yep, you guessed it: they learned nothing from the COVID scamdemic and plan to implement the same crap that caused more harm than good. I expect there will be fewer sheep willing to do as they are told next time, though. Hopefully, we won’t have to find out.

From Facebook memories:

And now it is on to the June 2020 LTG archives. I’m doing a two-fer today because both relate to my lamenting some missed opportunities to find the love I wanted. In “An Understanding Ear,” Jessa gives me some honest feedback on what I could have had with her if I had made the effort. The day before, I had an encounter with Ilene that left me feeling helpless. Damn, I sure was (am) a slow learner, but I eventually got it right with Swan. So far, anyway.

Today’s YouTube video talks about the five qualities that lead some to have a dearth of friends. And no, “being an asshole” isn’t one of them.

And now it is time to get down with the funny business:

A man and his wife were working in their garden one day when the man looked over at his wife and said, “Your butt’s getting huge. I bet it’s bigger than the barbecue.”

With that, he proceeded to get a measuring tape and measured the grill. Then he went over to where his wife was working and measured her butt.

“I was right, your butt is two inches wider than the barbecue!”

The woman chose to ignore her husband. Later that night in bed, the husband felt a little frisky. He made some advances toward her, but she completely brushed him off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She replied, “Do you really think I’m going to fire up this big-ass grill for one little weenie?”

How big is her mouth?

And now as I sit here contemplating today’s Hash run, I hear the rumble of thunder outside. Oh well, Vienna Sausage is the Hare, so I wasn’t going to bother doing his trail anyway. The On-Home is at the end of Rizal Extension, which I hate because it is hard to get back to town without transport from there, especially in the dark after drinking at the Hash Circle. So, my current plan is to walk the My Bitch trail to the On-Home, have a couple of beers, then depart when the Circle starts and walk down Rizal back to town. We’ll see what the weather has to say about that come 2 pm.