I’m not going to waste a lot of time on yesterday because it wasn’t special enough to warrant the effort. Every day at my age is a gift, so I’m not complaining. Let’s get this post done with so I can get back to the present.
Grocery shopping went without a hitch. I even remembered to unlock my credit card, Woohoo! Stopped by Dr. Jo’s for my weekly Ozempic injection. Everything seems to be going according to plan so far. At the appointed hour, we headed into town and kicked things off at Mango’s for dinner.
Dinner was fine, but a fly drowned in Swan’s half-finished wine, so we didn’t stay as long as normal. I needed to replenish my wallet, but it took three tries to find an ATM that would dispense the desired cash. So, that foiled my plans to stay on the less-visited side of town, and we wound up at Sloppy Joe’s instead. And that’s where we stayed until it was time to head home. Yep, a nothin’ kind of day, but it will serve to make the rest of them better by comparison.
I was reminded today of that time in my life when I was bearded.
Back to the October 2019 LTG archives. My purpose in going through my old posts, besides reminding me of things I’d otherwise have forgotten, is to tag those I deem appropriate for use in the story of my life. Yes, one of my bucket list items is to put together an autobiographical book so when I die, I won’t be totally forgotten. Maybe some close friends and family members will want to know about that crazy guy who disappeared in Asia all those years ago. Maybe not, but I won’t care. When I die, the blog dies, and with it, twenty-plus years of writing about my life. Hmm, I guess this is a classic vanity project. Anyway, most of the crap I post isn’t worthy of being salvaged. But some of them have meaning for me, even in a small way. Today’s entry is just the typical post about another hiking day, but it mentions a gal named Ilene, whom I was longing for. We eventually did get together briefly, but, of course, I managed to fuck it up. Or maybe it was destiny intervening, so I’d still be around when Swan became available. That’s life.
For today’s YouTube video, I came across yet another vlogger who does AI time travel. That makes three (so far). This one, Daina, is pretty good and also very easy on the eyes. I like the concept of going back in time and hope someday to be granted a do-over myself. Anyway, enjoy Daina as she finds herself aboard the ill-fated Titanic.
(just now looking in the comments left on the above video, pointing out various inaccuracies in her depictions. I noticed a couple, but I still think it was worth the watch.)
On to the humor we must go:
See, we got through today’s daily dose almost pain-free, didn’t we? More to come tomorrow.
You don’t have to say “an autobiographical book;” you can say “autobiography” you dodo. Besides, who wants to read about a racist homophobic’s life when we already know so much about Hitler?
Then why are you here, Todd? Fuck off, you cunt. Pussies like you are worthless pieces of shit.
Resorting to puerile insults just shows everyone what a manchild you are. Maybe your paid live-in prostitute could put a pacifier in that potty mouth of yours, bigot.
Looks like the folks that lose their mind over Pres. Trump are reading your blog. They think if they repeat a lie often enough it will become the truth. Still enjoy your blog. Thanks for doing it.
Bloody hell John,
Don’t let this pooftah Todd give ya the colliwobbles, mate!
Just tampo his arse and move on – We are in our 70s…..No need to let such aggravation get the better of us.
Think of ya heart valves, big fella!!!
Alright, Todd. I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Please provide an example of anything I’ve written that supports your claim that I’m a “racist homophobe.” If you can’t do that, you’ve proven my point that you are nothing but an ignorant asshole.
Dr. Greg, I’d had a few beers when I read his comment. If I were sober, I would have just deleted it. Yeah, I’m in my 70s now and have zero tolerance for drama queens like Todd. I’ve said it before, if you want to accuse me of being a racist, point to an example of something I’ve written or done that supports the allegation.
Terry, thank you for your support. I appreciate it very much. I rarely even mention politics on the blog these days, so I have no idea what triggers idiots like Todd. It says a lot, though, when people have to make things up about you instead of providing evidence.
Hello John,
If you would care to refute the racism accusations (There seem to be so many recently), you could always post a pic of you with a previous colored girlfriend, or recent photos of you socializing with African-American friends.
Or post your favorite playlist of black musicians – Hip Hop, reggae, soul, rap etc
It would go a long way to negating the claims of you being a bigot.
Just looking at it from a neuteal perspective.
For the record, every time I have posted evidence and hard logic proving John’s racism he has not published the posts. But yes, list five Africans (white South Africans and Zimbabweans and Namibians excluded) who have influenced you in some way please. No architects of apartheid as much as it might tempt you.
Todd, for the record, I’ve never deleted any such posts from you. So, if you have the evidence of my racism, let’s see it. I’m not holding my breath because such evidence doesn’t exist.
Lawyerturd, so, let me get this straight, I’m guilty of racism unless I prove otherwise? No one has provided any example whatsoever of me demonstrating racism. Assuming I’m racist because I’m white is a classic example of racism. I grew up in the era of Martin Luther King, and his words, “Judge a person by the nature of their character, not the color of their skin,” still resonate with me.
Just for the hell of it, despite having nothing to prove, I scrolled through my Spotify playlists for the performers I listened to over the years and still enjoy. Here’s a sampling:
Diana Ross and the Supremes, Whitney Houston, Lionel Ritchie, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, The Temptations, Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding, and on and on. Admittedly, I liked them for their music and didn’t give a shit what color they were.
Now, I confess, I never cared much for Michael Jackson. Does that mean I’m racist?
“Whitney Houston”
LOLOLOLOL
Super duper gay, mate!!!!
Dr. Greg, not sure what you are laughing about. I am aware that Whitney Houston was a lesbian, but then, so am I (I’m trapped in a man’s body, but I love women).