Thursday’s Theme Music
Mood: satisbeached
We’re passing through another day. Today is Thursday, August 22, 2024.
I’m still on the Oregon Coast on vacation. The weather continues favoring us with sunshine, chill temperatures, and clear air. Some friendly clouds pass by with a wave. Right now it’s 60 F, just two degrees from an anticipated high of 62 F. The tide is coming in, so I’ll be going out for a walk along the water.
Rain fell last night. Hearing it, I headed out onto the uncovered patio at a few minutes after midnight, letting it fall over me, breathing in the fresh air, solitude, and sound.
The Internet was mostly down yesterday. While others napped, I wrote or walked along the shore, breathing in the air, enjoying freedom, and thinking, sometimes writing in my head. It was about two miles in each direction. I rarely encountered another. When we did, simple nods and smiles were exchanged, acknowledging the other’s presence. The net returned in time for us to catch the DNC, watching and listening to it as we worked on a jigsaw puzzle.
I continue with the theme of a color in the song’s title today. The Neurons wavered between “Tequila Sunrise” and “Orange Crush” this morning. The 1988 R.E.M. song won my morning mental music stream (Trademark woke). Its energy today just felt right.
Be strong, remain positive, and Vote Blue. Not because I say so but because it’s better for more of us than the alterntive offered by the other party.
Coffee is playing with my body in a welcome way. Here’s the music. Cheers
The Conman
All Don Old Trump can do is con and grift. He shows it once again by using AI generated deep fakes of Taylor Swift supporting him.
What a sad loser.
Fortunately, social media like X immediately identified as fake and took it down. Yes, that is snark. You know they can’t be trusted to take down Right Wing disinformation.
Tuesday’s Wandering Thoughts
I was standing in the Pacific Ocean. Waves break before me. Swirling waters rush around my calves and shoot up the beach.
It’s amazing to be there, contemplating the waves, thinking about history and science, and the forces creating the waves.
That’s why the word ‘trippy’ was invented. This was trippy.
Monday’s Wandering Thoughts
We’re at the beach today. We rented a house in Waldport. The back fronts the ocean but has several hundred feet of sand dunes between us and the waterline.
I was sitting on the back patio, looking over the dunes, watching the distance waves when three young women trudged up the beach over our dunes. My inherent geezer kicked in. “You kids get off our dunes,” I shouted, shaking a fist.
No, not really. I just raised my glass of wine in their general direction.
Reminder
It was almost five years ago when Donald J. Trump, a self-proclaimed ‘stable genius’, made these remarks. And this is who the GOP chose as their party leader?
This is the person some support as the next President of the United States?
Remind them, this is what he said about windmills.
Sunday’s Wandering Thoughts
Weird how subpar is unacceptable or below standards for so many things, but it’s pursued as a good outcome in golf.
Words. I’m telling you, they’re literally fascinating.
Well Done!
The ad is based on a poll question:
“A recent poll of swing state voters from The Bullfinch Group recently asked a question that gets to the heart of the ad’s message: Which candidate would you feel comfortable babysitting your kids? Harris was the clear favorite, with 45% picking the vice president, and only 20% choosing Donald Trump.”
Of course, we really want to know who had the other 35%?
Vote Blue.
Sweetfloof
Sweetfloof (floofinition) – 1. Term for an animal with an especially endearing personality. Origins: 13th century Europe.
In Use: “Maxie was a big lumpy sweetfloof of a dog, greeting everyone he met with a wag and a handlick.”
In Use: “The Mighty Quinn was a sweetfloof with people, acting as if everyone encountered was an old friend.”
2. An animal who was especially loved or tied to others with deep bonds. Origins: 1842, United States.
In Use: “Marcy started out as a service animal for Carol’s father, a geezer who grunted at the world and rarely smiled, but the sweetfloof’s infinite love, patience, and antics, the two became inseparable and his smile began flourishing.”
