Ron

Methinks that thou protests too much. Edit: Dos’t — I forgot to add dos’t, as in: ‘thou dos’t protest too much.’

Have you ever acted out randomly, comically? Did you then add a dialogue to your behavior? Well, I have. And let me tell you, the dialogue well fits the narrative. l laughed myself into a fit of coughing!

Yes, well, Sally Field said this also. But did they, did they really… .

I can personally guarantee you that nobody hates you for your canned soap. 🤮

Do you like blueberry pancakes? I do. Here are two different versions of the same recipe. Which one do you like? With blueberry pancakes one can't go wrong. Why, both of these recipes are 'audibly' delicious, as it were. And the nice thing about making a decision is that you don't have to choose at all!

Sorry, man. I’ve been blowing my nose and coughing up my lungs for the last eighteen days, so I feel ya. I am sorry to say that my poor health has not resulted in the loss of even one pound — just the opposite. I blame the easy calories I’ve been eating due to lack of interest in standing at the stove while hacking away.

Now, at day ten of coughing up something or other, I finally called my healthcare provider asking my PCP for a prescription for a (prescription required) cough syrup ... Oh, that wonderful elixir; That thing that allows us to ... um, not cough so much. With typical timing, my request finally came through to my local pharmacy after I had already made the journey to 'check in' and require if said prescription maybe, might-have arrived. NO! Two hours later the prescription arrived. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. After negative Covid tests, I was resigned to believe I had the "Common Cold," with a side of asthma. Because I remain masked in public places I was perplexed as to how I acquired this nefarious thing, but then I recalled being maskless while experiencing the machinations of a dental hygienist ... after which, and three-days later, I came down with symptoms.

It’s just so damn hard to get a copyright nowadays!

Oh my! Is she sending you grumpiness. While not having experienced that actual experience (just saying) I have at times felt grumpiness when reading @Krista’s postings — it’s a thing, I’m telling you. And, yet, I have survived and I believe that you will, too. Good fortune, Steve.

I don’t know? It seems to me that the mood resembles the creature. Grumpy Bear, ergo a grumpy mood, seams like a status-quo to me. I’ll give it a pass, and while I find it an acceptable excursion into the extemporaneous grumpiness of life, it appears to represent the iconography well. Go, @Slytherin.

Yeah, I think this qualifies as personal information best not mentioned in public . By the way, when we 'discover' new things about ourselves it's not unusual to go whole-hog (no pun intended - please ignore previous intention ) as it were into that new frontier ... but, perhaps, not in a very public manner. Can you see the drift?

@wildone Ron is not amused. No, he is not at all amused. Cheeky! I’ll give you cheeky, with a side of witty discontent. So, there, I’ve gone and done it.

And there we have it people …. Snarky was never added to our collective mood. Oh, what will we do?!!!

I would have if I could’ve found it (or if I were willing to play along) but, alas, I could not. It should have been the first one listed — don’t you agree?!

Whoa, get separate rooms you two. How are we going to learn anything if we can’t get away from the farm? 😉(winky-face). Must I; Do I; Should I telegraph my every mood(?): @wildone (not so secretly named, Steve) says ‘yeah, It’s the newest thing on the block, baby.’ But then @Krista exclaimed under her possibly-less-than-advertised dominant side — but with a side of wishy-washy — before relaxing into the ultimate surrender of a 🤷‍♀️(female shoulder-shrug) ‘what-to-do; what-to-do?’ malaise. Please do consider this a snarky response 😬 (grin of the Cheshire Cat kind).

I hadn't had my fill of Benjamin Herman and proceeded to listen to True Love's Flame from 2022. I had planned on listening to just a couple of songs. Either my stereo system was excelling beyond my expectations (not the first time I suspected it of doing so, much to my enjoyment) or the music was just that more compelling than that of Collected Dutch Courage, and at the same playback ... Nevertheless I listened to the whole shebang. Really great music! Here is a simple sample (snort):

I'm listening to Benjamin Herman's Collected Dutch Courage at 44.1 khz (CD quality, meaning the music is sampled 44,100 time every second for the possibility of amplitude volume) and a bit-depth of 24-bit (which determines the actual number of amplitude volumes - going from a CD quality of 44.1 khz/16 bit to 24 bit is the difference in representing a musical volume from 65,536 bits of values to over 16,000,000 values), which as you might expect offers a greater level of detail. But, regardless the music stand for itself on for this work. And to that matter, what a great album to listen to if you're into Jazz. Here is the last song for this release ...

Oh my, somebody is making effective use of A.I. in this video. The music is good too. But it might be better with a less-than viral presentation. Having been inflicted with my first cold since the covid pandemic despite my continual wearing of a mask in social areas, I'm absolutely against damn viral bugs of any sort.

I have also been subjected to that barb of using flowery language. In a story I wrote for a 2014 anthology (David) told in first person, a forty-year-old man's telling the story from his point of view. The language he uses in the telling of his story is a bit flowery, I suppose, and it is different from his action and dialogue. That could have been me... Perhaps I was channeling myself because I do happen to think in a bit of a flowery manner although I don't behave like a person from a bygone era nor do I speak that way in real life. So, I do think that writing one's story is best done in a way that is pleasing to oneself. With the hope that others will like the story too.

Duh!

Oh, I've been a want-a-be rich person at one time or another. One time I got food poisoning of the most-highest degree (Both sitting and bending over, one need fighting with the other at times no less throughout the night.) while visiting friends in London on an extended layover and the evening before a flight to Singapore the next day, late afternoon. Crossed eyed and depleted of electrolytes (I'm sure.), I slowly made my way to the Quantis lounge, where I promptly drank several glasses of orange juice [helpful, unknowingly]. There, through the grace of whatever God you want to pray to, I was able to request one of those airport jockeys with their electric carts to whisk me away to the correct gate for departure (After much assurance on my part that I was capable to make the flight. [Hint, I really wasn't. I needed fluids and antibiotics; that's clear to me now].) when the time came. I was in Business Class, thanks to my former partner for the luxury of it. Afterwards, when everyone had settled through the proscribed prerequisites, I put on my airline-issued jammies and footies in the not-so-cramped restroom for the class I had the privilege to travel in and extended my 'bed' and promptly went to sleep. I suppose I could reduce my post in one summation: Lounges, yea! Just this one time! (Snort)

I've been recently thinking that my speakers (Bowers&Wilkens 683 S2 floorstanders and two 13" subwoofers capable of extremes of 2,500 watts peak dynamic power) weren't giving me all-they-got so to speak. To correct this musical deprecation, I was forming an opinion that I must reassess the positioning of all my speakers (subs are speakers too). That is nuclear among the options available to me as it requires a lengthy process of listening critically versus listening enjoyably after the realignment and digital sound processing. The result is a much-improved sound - generally. I put on James Blake's Friends That Break Your Heart, Tidal Audio streamed via Marantz AVR (which is how I listen to most music) streaming in better-than-CD quality, this time ... . WOW. I'm not changing a damn thing!

Please see word of the day: Ethics

That only counts if both doors do it at the same time.

I've been playing this game of chance and skill I call 'get-the-number right' I made up for myself. I pour out a pile of pistachios in their shells on my counter whereby I make a guess of how many will equal 28g unshelled by weight. I've been close with my guessing but not close enough. Tonight, and for the very first time I poured out exactly enough to hit 28g on the money. Awesome!!!