More of a dribble than a deluge.
Not exactly your atmospheric river or bomb cyclone, is it?
Water managers along the Colorado will not be tossing their Stetsons skyward and shouting “Huzzah!” over this casual squeeze from God’s bar towel.
Shuckens, it weren’t even cold. Anticipating a brisk north wind that never eventuated Herself and I were massively overdressed for yesterday’s run.
But we did meet a delightful Newfoundland puppy, about 8 months old and already the size of a black bear. So we got that going for us, which is nice.
Speaking of dogs and Canada, “Letterkenny” is back for its 11th season on Hulu and Apple TV. And if yous haven’t ever watched it, yous owe it to yourself. It’s preposterous, mildly perverse, and occasionally hysterical, and if yous need subtitles, well, clearly yous have never lived in Ontario like Your Humble Narrator, eh.
And if yous wonder where the headline came from, well …
Tags: atmospheric river, bomb cyclone, Letterkenny, Newfoundland
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December 30, 2022 at 11:09 am |
“..casual squeeze of God’s bar towel.” There you go wrangling those words again! That’s what rain we got as well. Zip.
Speaking of wrangling, you need to wrangle yourself and Herself away from those puppies. You know what happens next. But then you, like me, don’t travel much anymore. Maybe you could get yourself a Jack Russel pup and teach him how to drift those turns through the house like the Boo Man.
December 30, 2022 at 11:18 am |
O, The Boss craves another dog. And what The Boss wants she generally gets. It’s only a matter of time.
In the meantime, you should see Miss Mia Sopaipilla when she’s in a mood to gallivant. Fifteen years old and she still takes a corner faster than Michael Schumacher.
December 30, 2022 at 12:48 pm |
I love how the picture makes it appear as if you flung a laptop out in the yard as evening descends. Hell maybe you did after screening some Fox News or checking your 401k
December 30, 2022 at 12:51 pm |
Sheeyit. My 401(k) looks more like a 200.5(d).
December 31, 2022 at 4:48 am |
She looks, well, pissed off at something. Or, she is like Duffy and hates the camera.
December 31, 2022 at 8:02 am |
Miss Mia does not care for the candid photography. I really have to catch her unawares to get a snap where she’s not looking all like, “If I were a tiger you’d never do that shit again.”
December 30, 2022 at 4:12 pm |
Funny that didn’t even make the top ten on this list.
https://www.getintothis.co.uk/2017/10/top-10-rudest-blues-songs-ever/
December 30, 2022 at 4:22 pm |
I remembered it as a Doug Clark & The Hot Nuts number. My AAU swim coach, Beer Belly Kelly, was a fan.
And of course Aerosmith did a version as well.
December 30, 2022 at 6:11 pm |
I spent 2 years living in Placentia, while my Dad worked at the base in Argentia NL. Years after we were transferred out of the place they declared the base a Superfund site and literally scraped the whole place bare except the runways and seaplane ramps. I guess they figured that any pollution was covered by impermeable asphalt and concrete so didn’t need scraping away.
December 30, 2022 at 10:25 pm |
Funny, I was just hovering over that area Placentia in Google Earth about 20 minutes ago. Hmmm. The Call of The POG?
But isn’t every base a superfund site after it closes? Warfare and defense promotes methods of less care when handling dangerous substances. People will either die in warfare or in the process of preparing for and against it. A sorry statement to make but humans aren’t the nicest creatures in the toy box.
10 inches of pressed shellac is ok, but real audiophiles prefer 12 inches of virgin vinyl.
December 31, 2022 at 9:45 am |
I’m not certain where my old man hung his flight suit while we were in Ottawa. Possibly the old RCAF Station Uplands. Wikipedia says most of the base was shut down and most of the land transferred to Ottawa Macdonald–Cartier International Airport.
We didn’t live on base. I’d love to go back and try to rediscover our old ’hood but neither my sister nor I have any recollection of the address. And Mom, best by the Alzheimer’s, shitcanned whatever records we might tap short of tugging on the Pentagon’s braided sleeve.