News from the Wastelands.

News from the wastelands, right.  No news, as always.  It's early Lanuarius, the month of Janus here in the wasteland time zone.   Rainy and  7°c / 45°f .  Snow, bloody (expletives deleted) snow predicted for Saturday, and frigid sub-freezing (expletives deleted) temperatures for Sunday.  Are we having fun yet? 

I'm a curmudgeonly old fart with cold weather exacerbated aches and pains, seseasonal and other depression issues and I hate the cold.  It's my blog and I'll piss, moan, whine, whinge, kvetch, and complain if I want. 

In other news from the wastelands, still nothing new...

Gentlemen, I do appreciate your service to the country.  You answered a call, either voluntarily or because your number was drawn from a bingo machine.  But really?

"Housekeeping to the Outpatient Laboratory.  Housekeeping to the Outpatient Laboratory waiting area.  The waiting room is full of shit."

Loud, obnoxious, bigoted, ignorant BULLSHIT!.

"LOOK AT THAT RAGHEAD GOAT FUCKER.  A .270 WILL SHUT HIS MOUTH..."
(for the uninformed, a .270 is hunting rifle used frequently here in the wastelands.) 

It's no wonder my blood pressure always runs high when I'm at the VA clinic. It's bad enough that it's higher than it should be, factor in lab coat hypertension and idiotic Trump chumps and it's a wonder I haven't exploded, much like an over engorged tick when placed in a microwave...

POP!!!

ding...

Ewwwwwwww, I ain't cleaning that up.

So, how about dem St. Louis Bluenotes?  He asks facetiously.  Dayum guys, did I fall asleep and Rip Van Winkle my way to playoff season, where the Blues typically pack it in and head for Disneyland?  They're still in the mix but have lost the last 4 in a row.  Four games they should have won, and probably would have won had they played all 60 minutes.  Another reason my blood pressure sucks.

I know it isn't much, but thanks for your support.

See you tomorrow.