Russians? Nyet. Incoming? Da.
Nope, no Russians up there this morning. Good thing, too, as we’re going to be too busy over the next couple weeks to repel hostiles. We have incoming friendlies, and the High Command says I am forbidden to take up arms against any of them.
One of Herself’s second cousins arrives this morning. She apparently has divested herself of some Dallas real estate and is on an extended auto tour of the nation’s Airbnbs. As a Man of the People® who knows that all property is theft, I look forward to hearing the details.
Tomorrow one of Herself’s old friends zooms through. This is a real whirlwind tour — she’s been visiting Santa Fe with another companion and is en route to The Duck! City airport for the trip home, so it’s a hi-bye kind of deal, heavy on the high-speed gossip.
Tuesday brings the regularly scheduled vet visit for Miss Mia Sopaipilla and a second crack at a bedroom carpet installation (the first go-round left a seam I could see in the dark without my glasses). Wednesday, Herself the Elder gets a checkup of her own.
Sometime next week I hope to get Sue Baroo the Fearsome Furster in for her annual physical, if the folks at Reincarnation aren’t swamped working on vehicles that actually get driven.
And the week after that Herself’s eldest sis and a pal drop in for a week’s lodgings at El Rancho Pendejo. I anticipate some medium-heavy eBaying, much raucous recollection of various Texican kinfolks who are straight out of a Dan Jenkins howler, and yes, this is why I’m having the Subaru serviced, in case you were wondering.
If the Russians come calling don’t expect me to be of much use. I got a reverse Alamo going on over here.
Tags: Herself, Herself the Elder, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, Russians, Sue Baroo the Fearsome Furster
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February 26, 2022 at 10:37 am |
With the Subie ready to rock and roll, is there a strategic retreat (road trip) on the horizon?
February 26, 2022 at 11:47 am |
Sheeyit, I’m ready to leave 15 minutes ago. I’m babysitting an angry purse dog name of Elfman, and Miss Mia Sopaipilla is preparing a treason case against me.
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February 26, 2022 at 12:57 pm |
If you zipped me up in that abomination, I would be angry too! However, Mia would not treat the Elfman kindly, I think. Can you corral Mia in a bedroom for awhile and let the Elfman explore the casa and back yard? How long is he staying?
February 26, 2022 at 1:57 pm |
The Elfman and his person, Stephanie, have already hit the road. Just a quick pit stop to visit Herself the Elder.
I was fixin’ to let the Elf out of his purse but got corraled into an extended conversation with a neighbor. Before I could spring him the ladies had returned from lunch. I’m tellin’ ya, the tales they tell make you realize that neither Dan Jenkins nor Larry McMurtry was writing fiction.
The Elf did get two tours of the back yard, and some extended couch time, so it wasn’t all “30 days in the hole” for the little guy while he was here in New Mexico.
February 26, 2022 at 7:51 pm |
It’s not that bad…
February 27, 2022 at 7:17 am |
Hurben! How are things down your way? We’re stumbling through various false seasons here. One day it’s winter; the next, spring. Sometimes you get both in the same day. The plant life is confused and so are many of the vegetables composing the electorate.
February 27, 2022 at 11:12 am |
Speaking of strategic retreats, anyone have a bomb shelter handy? NY Times sez that Putin is doing a little nuke-rattling.
Wow, and I haven’t done a duck and cover drill since about the fourth grade!
February 27, 2022 at 11:32 am |
February 27, 2022 at 11:49 am |
Yeah, I saw that early this morning. Took me back it did. When we got transferred to Bibleburg from Randolph AFB in 1967 one of the houses my folks looked at had a bomb shelter. As I recall the house was on Constellation, just off Cresta/21st, in the shadow of Cheyenne Mountain and its famous “Hole in the Hill.”
Having a household bolt hole in that place, at that time, felt about like Wile E. Coyote crouching under his parasol.
February 27, 2022 at 2:36 pm |
I think if they push the buttons, the best place to be is at Ground Zero.
https://www.defense.gov/News/News-Stories/Article/Article/2947642/russian-strategic-forces-reportedly-on-high-alert-as-fighting-in-ukraine-intens/
February 27, 2022 at 2:55 pm |
It would be nice if a working group of Pooty-poot’s fellow kleptocrats decided he was a cost of doing business that they could live without. Airbrush his ass right out of the team photo.
“Vladimir who? Never heard of him. Now, about the oil and natural gas. …”
February 27, 2022 at 1:09 pm |
Maybe now is the time to release the autonomous micro-drone with the poison tipped proboscis. Programmed with a specific target, and like a harmless mosquito the drone buzzes into an area and patiently tracks down its target. Facial recognition confirmed, the small counter-invader lands on the target and dispenses (Puts-in) it’s paralytic cargo. Unknowingly, the target feels an itch and reacts with a slap assisting the distribution of the drug. With its impact resistant design, the micro-drone launches away escaping into the nearest dark area never to be seen again. The target, after a few seconds loses all ability to move, and slowly fades into an unconscious stupor, and then passes on becoming just one more stain on the red carpet. Alas, the invader is muted. One who lives by the poisoning, shall die by the poisoning.
Anybody check out Pravda lately? Wow, that’s some entertaining bullshit. I understand that Trumpy has a subscription and reads it when he’s in the powder room.
and now for those Russian hackers checking out POG’s site:
Великому и гордому Народу России: Будь лучше своего заблудшего лидера. Остановить кровопролитие и уйти из Украины
February 28, 2022 at 8:52 pm |
An excellent idea. There is also something to be said for a cruise missile knocking on the door of the dacha saying “Oh, Vladdy…”
February 27, 2022 at 4:16 pm |
This is the face saving off ramp for this bullshit. Let’s see how smart Putin really is. Perhaps the quick, one day victory he expected but didn’t get caught him off guard.
https://www.npr.org/2022/02/27/1083368793/ukraine-russia-negotiations-belarus
February 27, 2022 at 4:46 pm |
Dude yammers like he has the brain bubbles. And his advisers sound even worse, according to the NYT:
Oh, good.
February 27, 2022 at 9:04 pm |
Fucking nutty, isn’t it?
February 28, 2022 at 12:29 am |
I guess Vlady doesn’t care that the Russian people are going to be standing in those lines again paying for crusty bread with stacks of rubles and wondering if their homes are going to have any heat for the night. But there will be vodka. The elixir of soviet denial. Meanwhile, the politico elite will still have their dachas they can take off to. Yep, the good old USSR all re-united and back in business again.