My spouse and I went to the annual Kirkwood 4th of July Parade. It’s a small neighborhood parade going on since 1949. 🇺🇸🎆
Nobody noticed that I had a Soviet t-shirt on. 🤣
Shirt: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Motherland_Calls





My spouse and I went to the annual Kirkwood 4th of July Parade. It’s a small neighborhood parade going on since 1949. 🇺🇸🎆
Nobody noticed that I had a Soviet t-shirt on. 🤣
Shirt: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Motherland_Calls





I don’t claim fluency, I never will, but I can get around in the language. It has helped me stay employed for decades and has enriched my life.
Anyway, 1980, age 21, my family was in self-destruct mode. Very unpleasant.
My father said to me one day, “Why don’t you get out of the house for awhile.” It really was time.
I went back to him later with the info and said, “write a check for this school in Mexico, and I can be gone for a long time.”
He did, and off I went.
I would come back and live in the house briefly after the return but didn’t stay long.
It started a lifetime of trips to Mexico, Cuba, Spain, and others, as I could afford them. After the first check for the school in Mexico, my father wouldn’t pay no more. lol
Posted in rambling
Things to do on a day off after mowing the yard then finding it underwater an hour later due to rain.
This is the full-size popcorn popper I saw at Target. I thought I had found it for $10 less at Amazon without realizing that it was for a miniature version that wouldn’t make enough popcorn for a baby. 👶
The Saturday-night movie on TV requires a large quantity plus a chugger-size soda (now flavored soda water to balance the popcorn gorging). 🍿🥤🎥
Shopping online, the pics looked the same for the normal one at Target and the itty-bitty Amazon mini. Color was the same and everything. Details were buried in the micro text, plus one had capacity listed in quarts, the other in cups. Pfft.
Amazon returned. Target picked up. Ya try to save a little money and time, wahhh!
All is now well for this coming weekend.

A lot of people post Instagram links that I cannot see because they require a login. I decided to get an account to have a look around and was pleased that, unlike TikTok, an app wasn’t required for signup, only an e-mail.
I followed a few friends and had a look around. That’s all.
Day 3, I get blocked with a notice that my account was locked for community violations. I hadn’t even done anything yet. No Uploads, nothing. It demanded a phone number to unlock. I assume getting the number was its goal.
I have a spare virtual number, so I provided and confirmed that. Bam! It moved on to the next step seen in the image. I actually started to do it but was lacking the dexterity and coordination that day.
I decided that this is too stupid for words, and it doesn’t even say that providing the image will be the end of it. There might be more.
Fuckit. Don’t need it. I’ll never see anyone there.

Old story. Part one.
Pre-Internet traveling abroad, not knowing where to go, arriving Madrid and wanting to dance in a gay club the first night, a quick yet unreliable way was to get into a taxi, and if the driver didn’t look like he’d be bothered by it, ask where to party.
I stopped a few cabs looking for a younger driver who might know what was trendy. All of them were old, so I got in with an old one and asked. He confidently popped it into drive.
He drove me to the red-light district full of sex clubs and workers walking the street. I asked the driver, “but where are the dance clubs?”
He said, “I thought you wanted sex?”
Me, “well sure, maybe later, but I need some hours of drinking and dancing first.”
I paid, got out, and asked some people in the street if they knew. They pointed me to some nice clubs.
—
Part two. Many years later.
Once the Internet got going, and early way of finding the party places was to go to a net cafe and get on certain channels on IRC (Internet Relay Chat). Mérida, Mexico, was well set up in that way. Clear, quick, information, and offers of company to the clubs.
I figured anybody that eager might not be a good date, and I was with my spouse anyway, so we’d just log off and go ourselves. At least in the clubs, we could look somebody over first.
Funny how things go.
Something I had put off a long time.
I got out some paper U.S. Savings Bonds that I knew had matured some time ago and were no longer earning interest. There is an online tool that will tell you the status of any that you might have.
I took them to the bank and redeemed ’em. It’s not something that happens frequently, so it took the lead teller to assist.
The bonds had the bank names on them from where they were bought: Valley Bank of Phoenix and Triad Bank of Greensboro. Both of those names are now gone. I remember Valley National had a great retro logo.
Now I have a little mad money! 💰👍
Savings Bonds were once a popular way to save money and were often given as gifts.
Here’s a good one.
The itty-bitty place that handles my banking had a website malfunction Friday night which caused my browser to reload a few times. I got locked out due to “repeated attempts.” I have to call to regain access which I did Monday morning.
Because I had 2-factor authentication on, “that’s 3rd party,” they have to contact somebody else to reset and get back to me. They haven’t.
I’m thinking that like many places, services have been farmed out and they have no ability to operate them.
I’d think that a customer losing account access might be a thing, but no.
Posted in rambling
When somebody hands you something, the natural thing is to reach out and take it.
With a flyer, it’s not too bad, because it can be tossed away easily. As part of a sales pitch, it’s harder. Once it’s in hand, the sale is half made. Odds go way up. The sales person then has leverage.
It tried this once on a liquid miracle cleaner person at the door. They kept pushing the bottle at my hand during the talk, tapping against it a couple of times. I kept my arms limp at my sides. Then they tapped my stomach with the bottle getting frustrated and saying, “will you just hold the damned product?”
We were both surprised and started laughing about it. I bought some just for the fun of the encounter and the strange charm of the salesperson.
The miracle cleaner was average but had a fresh exciting scent.
Posted in rambling
Some political YouTubers I just can’t do anymore. The daily show is 3+ hours, EVERY day. I don’t know how that can be possible. Is there any time for life outside of production?
The shows are inefficient. The first hour is about fundraising and likes with lots of popups, over and over. As it drifts into the content, constant shoutouts to the Superchat (people who pay up). Stop, start, stop, start.
A little content finally drifts in but the “likes” and “support” reminders keep coming in. “We need a 1000 likes, but we only have 300 with 1200 viewers. C’mon people.”
I’ve had to give many of them up. They used to be good. Painful.
Posted in rage against the machine, rambling
Official Journal of the Working Class and Houseless Organizing Alliance
News and announcements
fear must always precede anger in the human mind - s.t.c. / ignorance is the parent of fear - h.m.
"If you are not willing to be a fool, you can't become a master." ~ Jordan Peterson
Analysing capitalism from unexpected angles
Understanding Life with Art
m/m original fiction and fanfic for adults only
Just another WordPress.com site.
peering into the underworld
Journey with us as we share all that God is doing in High Point and around the world
The Triad's Socialist Magazine
Astronomy
This WordPress.com site is the cat’s pajamas
Addressing each of my life choices one at a time
reflections on the religious and spiritual journey
peering into the underworld
On a Journey to Find Themselves
Landscape and abstract paintings
A blog about a gay Floridian's thoughts and feelings
Musings from Boston, Mexico City, and Beyond!
These are amusing short stories about events like "Walking the dog" or "Manufacturing Jewellery"
The public blog of Andrew Turner (a.k.a Luther Spectre)
Batman, Random Things & Geek Stuff
Fashion, Life, and Starbucks
It's Funny to Me ...
meandering thoughts, ideas and opinions
Depressing Music, Dark Literature and Positive Thoughts
Mostly photos, with an occasional garrulous ramble
3D Graphics and other hobbies
art, poetry, life
peering into the underworld