I didn't go to Denver this year for health reasons. I normally go to Mile Hi Con. To add salt to my open wound, I just learned they now have Voodoo Donuts in Denver. I didn't know this wonderful Oregon delicacy was expanding. Now I'm really bummed. I'd have crawled from St Joseph's to the airport if I'd realized they had Voodoo Donuts. Bummer dude.
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Normally, Id be in Denver at Mile Hi Con this weekend. I'm not. I'm still in Tucson. Having just gotten out of the hospital and still facing some health problems, a trip to Denver simply was not a good idea. Still, it seems odd. I always go to Mile Hi Con. I've been going for years. It was easier when I lived in Colorado, but I've continued to go even since I moved to Tucson. It's a chance to see old friends and sometimes make new ones. So, I hope everyone at MHC are enjoying themselves and maybe I'll get to Denver again, someday.
Thursday, October 17, 2019
One thing that seems to go with barely a whimper is the ongoing voter suppression. Lots of people are being purged from voter rolls. Yet, they still hand out signs and stickers like "I voted." Well, here are some suggestions for the current times:
I Guess I Voted
I Tried To Vote
I Don't Know If I Voted
Somebody Voted For Me!
I doubt they'll be handing these out at the polls, but I can always hope.
On a related notion, Whatever happened to the dead vote? It's a fact, not really contested any longer, that LBJ in his Congress days, was elected to office by dead people. Apparently, he was extremely popular with the dead voters and won nearly 100% of the dead people vote. So what happened to the Texas dead? Do they no longer vote? They probably vote Republican now, I'm guessing.
Fun Fact: Neither of my grandmothers ever voted--not once. They actually started out in an era when women were not allowed to vote. They still never did vote. I don''t know why, although one of them lived in a Southern state and seemed to dislike the poll tax. That was a tax on voting to discourage black people from voting. It also kept a lot of poor white people from the polls as well.
Primary season starts soon. Update your voting status , especially if you recently died. I wonder how many dead people read this blog.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
All right, yesterday's post was a little shameless self promotion. I wish people would buy it. It's a different sort of weird western. It's character driven. Yes, there is some violence but I think it is well within a PG rating. The content is fairly tame as we meet the alien piano player who works at the saloon and learn about the other folks who call Dry Gulch home. Oh, I guess I've done it again--more shameless self promotion.
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
A friend thought I was being a bit rude as I referred to one of the doctors in my recent medical nightmare as a horse doctor. Apparently, she thought I was disparaging the veterinary profession. I didn't really think of it in those terms, more a simple effort to claim my displeasure with the skills pf that particular doctor. Truth is, no I wouldn't really take a horse to see her. What did the horse ever do to me?
The term Horse Doctor is a derogatory term much akin to Quack when referring in a derogatory manner to the medical skill of a doctor. It is not my invention.
Monday, October 14, 2019
Well, it's Columbus Day. I'd much rather see Ground Hog Day have a holiday, but no one asked me. Columbus did not discover the New World--the Vikings were here 200 years before he was. He thought he was somewhere near India--not exactly, dude. And for some reason children are taught he was some great explorer. He brought nothing but misery, death and disease on the Native people living in the Caribbean. By the way, he never set foot on the mainland, just the islands. I pointed this out in the sixth grade [or fifth? I don't remember for sure]. Got something like a D on my report. It's like questioning God to some people.
Anyway, there are no fireworks on Columbus Day at my house and we don't even have presents under the Columbus Tree. I'm a horrible person.