A Bitter Defeat

Lucifer by Franz von Stuck

When I was in Iowa for the first time, one of the people I was visiting pointed out that for every Church there were a couple of bars – so if there were three ( pick your church ) you would find three bars close in the vicinity.

Of course I believed what she told me because in the French Quarter there is the Saint Louis Cathedral and about a zillion places around it where you can  stop in for a drink.

Alley next to Saint Louis Cathedral, New Orleans USA
Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso
New Orleans
October 30.2012

I am from Seattle and in Seattle the ratio is for every bar, church, parking lot is that there will be about 20 places where you can buy coffee. Seattle is a coffee town. It’s suburbs are the same- this entire state is jacked up on caffeine.

Its in our DNA.

Of course there are some people who do not partake for different reasons and I am one of those people.

I have never liked coffee because I hate anything that tastes bitter- I don’t even smoke for the same reason. I don’t like the taste. That’s no mystery. It’s just a taste bud issue.

The mystery  then, is how a woman born in Seattle and raised around Seattle can ruin coffee by just standing next to it.

It’s like I release some kind of hormone or chemical from my blood stream that attacks the coffee beans or ground coffee.. I’m like a Virus that attacks coffee. It’s weird, but true.

Now when my family comes over, they make nice chit chat and then they wince and ask me, ” so, did you make any coffee?”

I reassure them that I have not touched the coffee, the coffee maker or any of the extras that they like to add to their cups and like a shot they are off to the kitchen to make the coffee themselves.

” Gothic Cup and saucer”
Medium: Bone China

So there you have it WordPress Daily Prompt-my epic kitchen fail that keeps on failing no matter what I do. But it’s a great Epic fail because it’s a funny one, so when I get the chance.

I make coffee.

Maga-Girl V Beetlejuice

For  Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: DOUSE

Lucifer by Franz von Stuck

Mega MagaGirl Lauren Boebert got her self entitled backside tossed out of a touring production of ” Beetlejuice ” in Denver at the  Buell Theatre last Sunday.

Not believing for ONE SECOND that the house rules regarding using electronic devices to record the show, and causing disruptions during the performance  applied to her she went ahead and acted the same way she acts when she is on the Floor in Congress  and did whatever the Hell she wanted to do.

But wait!

Unlike when she is squatting in Congress because she was elected to squat and now  we have to suffer through her moronic behavior,  ticket holders at the Beetlejuice performance are not bound by that bad judgment call that was made in the district she represents and Buell Theatre had security escort her out.

That’s right. They kicked her ” I’m gonna marry me a perv Ma! ” butt right out of there.

Now I have to ask are we surprised that she is reported to have asked ‘ do you know who I am?’  and then threatened to contact the Mayor and get some people sent to Gitmo ( well, she didn’t say that but I’ll BET she was thinking it )

First of all I’m not sure that she really asked if ‘they’ knew who she was because as the estranged spouse of a man who exposed himself to a teenage girl and a young woman at a  Colorado bowling alley and did jail time for indecent behavior, probably works off the  assumption that EVERYONE in Colorado knows her.

I do believe she said she’d call the Mayor because she’s an idiot and a pathetic human stain who would throw away a pin  honoring a child who died in a shooting :

All snark aside.

Why is it that when the world feels a bit more sane, a little more civil the Lauren Boeberts of the world show up and douse the entire shebang with gasoline and hit a match?

Why?

GOP Rep. Lauren Boebert heckled Biden as he spoke about veterans dying of cancer, including his son

 

Say Cheesey Nachos!

Share Your World

 

Di, at Pensitivity101, is our host for Share Your World each week. Here are her SYW questions for this week.

1. Do you like change?

I  like anything that I can smoother will melted cheese- nacho style. If it can’t be smothered with cheese then my answer is no. Just kidding. I like change. Change in all things keeps  you on your toes and encourages you to be creative.  But you know, I like cheese so-

2. Can you remember the last time you had to use an operator service?

At my warehouse we have one of those old school freight elevators that  you have to run yourself. You have to pull up the iron gates and pull them down again. You have to hold the button to run the elevator and you have to know when to let go so the car lines up with the floor.

That being the case, I’ve grown accustomed to bypassing most if not all Operator Services.  I hate knowing that my concerns are showing up as a little blinking light somewhere in the world where nobody cares if I live or die.

3. What is the best and worst ‘hold’ music you have had to listen to?

I was scheduling an appointment for my dog and the receptionist asked me to hold. I was ready to get an earful of Muzak, but something happened and my call didn’t get put on hold. Less then a minute later I heard the receptionist  singing a song by Paula Abdul – ” Straight Up “- remember that one?

That was the best hold music I have ever heard. It was awesome.

The worst is anytime I have to listen to The Beatles or John Lennon or George Harrison on a loop. That’s Hell for me.

4. Do you find numerous ‘options’ annoying when connected to an automated service?

Nope.  I just hit the # sign until the automated service has a nervous breakdown. Does that one finger salute work? Well. Yes. Yes it does.

That was a fun share- I’m glad I took part in it this week!

Chillaxin’

WordPress Daily Prompt: How do you relax?

When I want to relax I listen to music and if it’s raining or snowing or the wind is howling- so much the better:

If I am still having trouble shifting down- but sometimes it just happens and I find myself  thinking  about flying:

Sometimes I look at art and tell myself stories about the pictures I see

PH-652
Cyfford Still1934

The Painter and his Pug
William Hogarth1745-01-01

and sometimes I sit back and close my eyes and I don’t think about anything

  and that, I have found, is the most relaxing thing to do of all.