So September has announced itself.
On Wednesday we got very alarming text alerts, late at night, about tornados in our area. But I was on my computer, socializing with 42 members of a BTS Twitter party and I wasn’t going to run down into the basement as advised (because did I mention the monthly BTS Twitter party is called Wine Wednesday and wine makes me very brave?) so I ignored the warning, and then we got some scary flash flood alerts. However, I know the history of this area. In the late 19th century, when developers were trying to entice people to move out of Manhattan, they lied (like all salespeople do) and called the land where I live “The Alps of Long Island”, meaning that we are on high ground here in Too Many Cats Manor so I knew flooding was not going to be a problem, plus it was Wine Wednesday and wine makes me brave.
In case you are wondering, my house is 91 feet (approx. 28 meters) above sea level. The sea, in the form of Hempstead Harbor, is about a mile and a quarter away. The only way we are going to flood is if the cats leave the bathtub faucet running overnight. So I stayed at the party and had a grand time while the rains and wind did their evil best to make life miserable in New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania for about 24 hours. But it was almost a non-event for us. We never lost electricity and the basement stayed dry.
In other trivia from My Life, here are a few treasures that I found this past week during my morning outings:
I made a special run for the last day of August, and by “special” I mean that I dedicated the experience to giving thanks and keeping Summer thoughts in my mind. I am grateful for having had an outstanding season. I had projects and I met goals and I had a mission that was not about myself this Summer, all of which had me feeling useful and productive, which is a very fine way to feel. Plus, a shit load of Blue Jay feathers came my way. So on this last day of spiritual Summer, August 31, I took my early morning run, and I got an excellent final lawn sprinkler drenching, and I found this:
Probably the final feather of 2021:
A lot of people on Twitter seem to care deeply about what will be the Song of Summer 2021. Justin Bieber, Olivia Rodrigo, Lil Nas X, and Billie Eilish all have fans that get pretty pushy about this. Now, I have not given a crap about the Song of the Summer since 1969, when my sister and I declared that More Today Than Yesterday by the Spiral Staircase had to be THE Song of the Summer. I hear that song, even now, and I’m a gawky 13 year old, at the Warrington, PA Swim Club, sunburnt and standing in line at the snack bar hoping that next year I’ll grow up and be cute like the teenagers on TV, and I’m hearing someone’s transistor radio blasting Top 40 from WFIL in Philadelphia, “I love you more today than yesterday”.
Anyway. You might not know this, but BTS, the South Korean pop group comprised of my seven Korean husbands, released a song in English, called Butter, on May 21. It debuted at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and stayed at #1 for nine weeks, and it’s still on the list, 14 weeks later, at #23. It’s had more weeks at #1 than any other song released this year, so a lot of people think Butter is the Song of Summer 2021.
The only London soccer team with a superstar player from South Korea also thinks that Butter is the Song of the Summer (this is for Top Cat, who is a huge Tottenham fan):
“Smooth like butter” is the first line of the song. In Korean, the Tottenham Hotspurs says that their forward, Son Heung-Min, scores free kick goals smooth like butter. Cute, right?
Butter is cute and catchy and has an adorable music video and I’ve downloaded it a lot. But it’s not my pick for the Song of the Summer. For me, Summer 2021 is Leave the Door Open.
Bruno Mars and Anderson .Paak, both born in the mid-1980s, have made a perfect 1970s R&B single. The mv even looks like it was shot in the ’70s in that the clothes and almost everyone in it are ugly. But the intro to Leave the Door Open is already iconic, and although the verse is a bit silly because Bruno Mars is kind of goofy as a writer (remember 24 K Magic?), the chorus is dead sexy and I think Summer is sexy so, ipso facto…it’s my pick for a totally meaningless honor, Song of the Summer.
Last week I promised you a Katara the Cat painting. Well, I did my best, three times, and I just don’t like any of them. It’s the ears.
If you remember, this is my reference photo:
I didn’t want to paint Katara with her ears in that position, so I borrowed our #5 cat, Kimmy, as my Ear Model. . .
. . . but every time I paint Katara’s face with Kimmy’s ears I feel like I’ve got them wrong — the ears feel fake. They aren’t Katara’s ears and it throws me. Alex, I’m sorry to have failed so badly, but I just can’t “get” Katara. Alex, if you ever get a full-face, in focus photo of Katara, please send it to me and I will be happy to paint the REAL Katara.
In the meantime, everyone: Meet Winston:
Winston has a date with me and my paints next week.
One last story from my molehill life because I’m in a dilemma and I need advise.
Yesterday I was parking my car behind the local Total Wine store, in order to stock up for the next Wine Wednesday (and Wine Friday, Wine Saturday, Wine Sunday, etc) and I had to maneuver around a shopping cart that had been left behind by some pissant shopper who is too lazy to put the damn thing back where it belongs. It’s a point of honor with me that I ALWAYS return my shopping carts to their corrals because I’m a decent human being; so I was pretty annoyed that some entitled asshole had left their shopping cart in the middle of a really good parking spot. When I got out of my car I grabbed the shopping cart to return it to where it belongs with all the other shopping carts because I’m a decent human being, and that’s when I noticed something black was in the cart. I picked up the black thing, and to my surprise it’s an iPad.
Now, on my morning runs, I have found many other things besides Blue Jay feathers, and one of those other things that I have found was an iPhone. It was lying on the side of the road, and I picked it up, scrolled through the phone book, and called the number listed under “Mom”. That’s how I was able to return the phone to a nice young man who was mystified, having no idea how his phone came to be lying on the side of the road, but there you are. So, I now have this iPad, and I figure I’ll do the same thing — scroll through it and find the owner and give the shitbag a piece of my mind about ditching shopping carts in parking lots before I hand over the iPad. I toss the iPad in the back seat of my car and I proceed towards Total Wine because I have more important things to do at the moment. I’ll get to the iPad when I’m home.
Alas, at home I find that the iPad is locked. So now I don’t know what to do with the thing. Do I hand it over to police? Do I return to Total Wine and give it to the manager? Do I go to the Apple “geniuses” and have them break into it? Do I throw it out because the owner is the kind of person who abandons shopping carts in parking lots and he/she deserves to lose their iPad? Do iPads come with tracking devices? Can I let him/her find me? Opinions, please.
Speaking of opinions, everyone with half a brain knows that this one stinks out loud:
If you want to see how scary it is now that Texas has deputized all private citizens to inform on their neighbors, take a look at that website. You would never think to see this in America, but here we are. Andes, I have already left my bullshit “information”.
In other national news, this is the Republican’s worst nightmare:
Mo Brooks is the Alabama congressman show spoke at Trump’s rally and encouraged the crowd to go to Congress and “kick ass”. He also wore body armor on Jan. 6. Is it just me, or is he terrified of the Jan 6 committee?
Remember this insurrectionist?
The latest in Covid news is that the Delta variant is spreading like crazy so . . .
Toilet paper demand has risen at retailers such as Massachusetts-based grocery chain Roche Bros. and Food City, headquartered in Abingdon, Va., with more than 130 retail outlets in southern states. “I don’t think we fully recovered from when the supply chain got a massive hit,” Arthur Ackles, Roche Bros.’s vice president of merchandising and buying, said.
Manufacturers of toilet tissue say they are responding to the latest increase in demand. Kimberly-Clark, which makes Cottonelle and Scott toilet tissue, and Kleenex, “is monitoring the situation closely, and working hard to produce more toilet paper and other essential paper products to best meet consumer needs,” the company said in a statement to USA TODAY. “We remain vigilant with consumer demand and will continue to produce and ship as much product out to retailers as possible.”
Georgia-Pacific, which makes Angel Soft and Quilted Northern toilet paper as well as Brawny and Sparkle paper towels, “continues to produce toilet paper and towels 24/7 across our system,” the company said in a statement to USA TODAY. “Our customers may be experiencing small demand surges locally and we are responding. Like other manufacturers, we continue to face a variety of challenges across the supply chain including shipping, transportation, logistics and labor.”
This panic-buying not just in the U.S. It’s happening in Australia too:
Australians are really good at messaging for the public good. Her’s another example:
During an interview with the Australian Broadcasting Corporation,Trump lawyer Sidney Powell struggled to respond to questions that the correspondent Sarah Ferguson asked about the truthfulness of Powell’s lawsuits. Powell, flummoxed by Ferguson’s tenacity, threatened to end the interview.
Powell was one of several public figures who propagated the Big Lie, that mass voter fraud cost Donald Trump the 2020 election. The voting-machine companies Dominion Voting Systems and Smartmatic have filed billion-dollar defamation lawsuits against Powell over her involvement in spreading the baseless conspiracy theory.
At one point during the interview, Powell responded to a line of questioning by asking Ferguson if she worked for Smartmatic and saying she was confused about why Ferguson had come to interview her.
“Because you’ve made a series of very strong allegations against Smartmatic and against Dominion containing many errors of fact,” Ferguson responded.
Powell stuck by her baseless claims about widespread election fraud: “I am saying that thousands of Americans had some role in it, knowingly or unknowingly,” Powell said. “It was essentially a bloodless coup where they took over the presidency of the United States without a single shot being fired.”
When Powell claimed that the fraud had been planned for at least three years, Ferguson asked, “Do you ever hear yourself and think that it sounds ridiculous?”
Because I am so impressed with Sarah Ferguson and whoever wrote that sing about the fuckwads who are hoarding toilet paper, I have gathered other examples of Australian excellence for your viewing pleasure at the end of our news round up.
Starting with the latest in Covid Karma:
Aug 30 Robert David Steele, the conspiracy theorist who called COVID-19 a hoax, has reportedly died of the disease.
Steele, a former CIA officer, was hospitalized with COVID-19 in early August, shortly after he spoke to a large crowd in florida.
Known for anti-Semitic beliefs and falsely asserting that NASA operates a child slave colony on Mars, Steele was also a promoter of the sprawling QAnon conspiracy that centers on the baseless idea that former President Donald Trump will vanquish a shadowy cabal of Democratic pedophiles.
Steele has also claimed that U.S. military bases are “lily pads” used for the smuggling of gold and children.
“We are normalizing pedophilia and idiocy!” he said. “We are normalizing the destruction of the family.”
May he rest in eternal stupidity, along with these guys:
Aug 17 In February, DeYoung (above) published an interview promoting the conspiracy theories that the Pfizer vaccine would make women sterile and that world governments were using the virus and vaccine to centralize power. DeYoung’s guest at the time, Sam Rohrer, said that very few people who were infected lost their lives, calling the vaccine only a “purported solution” and “not truly a vaccine.”
Both host and guest encouraged listeners to read conspiracy-minded materials on the coronavirus vaccine, with DeYoung asking, “Could this vaccine be another form of government control of the people?”
It’s the same story with these shitheads:
Here’s the latest about that Texas father of three:
The video of this school board meeting is a hoot — this lady, known only as “Melissa”, was protesting a mask mandate. Her microphone was cut off and she was removed from the room for threatening board members. But “Melissa” should know that no one is anonymous on Twitter:
Be glad that you don’t live in Mississippi:
House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy (Republican), who is scared shitless that his phone records from the January 6 insurrection will be made public, is in hot water for another reason:
A company owned by House Majority Leader Kevin McCarthy’s in-laws won more than $7 million in no-bid and other federal contracts at U.S. military installations and other government properties in California based on a dubious claim of Native American identity by McCarthy’s brother-in-law, a Times investigation has found.
The prime contracts, awarded through a federal program designed to help disadvantaged minorities, were mostly for construction projects at the Naval Air Weapons Station China Lake in McCarthy’s Bakersfield-based district, and the Naval Air Station Lemoore in nearby Kings County.
Vortex Construction, whose principal owner is William Wages, the brother of McCarthy’s wife, Judy, received a total of $7.6 million in no-bid and other prime federal contracts since 2000, The Times found.
Vortex faced no competitive bids for most of the contracts because the Small Business Administration accepted Wages’ claim in 1998 that he is a Cherokee Indian. Under the SBA program, his company became eligible for federal contracts set aside for economically and socially disadvantaged members of minority groups, a boon to its business.
Wages says he is one-eighth Cherokee. An examination of government and tribal records by The Times and a leading Cherokee genealogist casts doubt on that claim, however. He is a member of a group called the Northern Cherokee Nation, which has no federal or state recognition as a legitimate tribe. It is considered a fraud by leaders of tribes that have federal recognition.
And that’s all the news for this week.
Time to let FunFriday roll:
And to top it off, here’s AUSTRALIA:
This is from January 2020, when there were terrible fires in Victoria state:
Below: “Ripper” is Australian slang for “awesome”, and by the looks of the uniforms, those are Victoria state cops.
Below: News Corp is the Murdoch media company:
This one is my favorite:
I saw this photo (above) and I wondered, Is that white bread with sprinkles? Read below:
And that’s another week, Dear Readers. It’s a three-day weekend here in the US (Labor Day on Monday), four days if you’re Jewish (Rosh Hashanah on Tuesday). If you are celebrating with friends or family, and want to make a special surprise dip, like I did . . .
. . . from the recipe that I told you about last week . . .
. . . with apologies to Dear Reader Judy: DON’T. It’s disgusting. It’s nutty and sugary in a cloying, rancid, shitty grape-tootsie roll pop covered in sad school lunch kind of way. It’s really one of the worst things I’ve ever tasted, and I’ve eaten fried grasshoppers.
Instead, celebrate the end of Summer with love and champagne and BBQ, regret and melancholy and the commencement of the dark season’s unrelenting fear of death like normal people.
See you all next week.