Saturday, November 26, 2016

And the award goes to:

Fidel died today.

Over 90 years old, and in his lifetime survived more than 600 assassination attempts.  Don't care who you are, that's impressive.

No matter what you thought old Fidel, his choice in hats is the stuff of legend.  In fact, I doubt most of of the millennials out there reading this even know that he was more than a hat model.  Wait... Millennials read this?  Oh...Christ...that will change everything.  My dark sense of humor is neither politically correct, nor will they receive an award for reading my page.  There will be protests, I'm sure.  Fashionable Hats Matter, you know.

So it's a sick day here in the MacLoosh mansion.  First one in a few years despite the fact that I idly threaten each morning to call in...  You see, I've got this recurring ankle thing. Years of treating my body as less than a temple is apparently catching up to me.  Some sort of overuse, scar tissue build up related tendonitis or something I guess.  In the big picture, It doesn't really matter what my problem is.  What matters to me is that I said "uncle".

The good thing is that I am not currently in a step contest with any overambitious co-workers because today my fitbittythingy has me at less than 1000 steps.  On the scale of living large and half dead, my daily total is about 1/4 of the way to completely lame.

Going back to the Millennial thing...I'm not usually one to brag, but today I think I deserve an award for getting my happy ass of the couch and not wetting myself right where I was.

Anyway, calling in sick on the same day that Fidel kicked it seemed like the perfect excuse to check in, say "Hi", complain a little and maybe just maybe, by putting out a post I could feel like I did something productive today.

Yes.  The bar for productivity is low. Don't judge.

Til Later,


Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Will the real MacLoosh please stand up?

I suppose the proper thing to do is re-introduce myself. Right? Well, OK.  I guess, since you asked:

Hi. My name isn't really MacLoosh.  I am a Capricorn, love (I mean LOVE) Little Debby Cakes, I like romantic comedies and long walks in the park.  Oh, yeah...I sometimes go fishing, spend more time with my dog than my family, very rarely update my blog, I have a phone with a messaging app that blows up constantly with irrelevant minutia, I'm not afraid to drown innocent ice cubes in whiskey, and most days are spent teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

So, I don't know why I decided to come back.  Really, for all practical purposes, this thing was lying on the table, no discernible pulse, long dead and the captain had abandoned ship.  But life is full of surprises now isn't it?  And frankly, I like the torture and guilt of feeling like I should update every day ( least bi-annually) but not having the mental energy to get it done.

So as not too wear out my welcome too fast, or burn up too much of that creative juice flowing through me, I think I will go have a drink and watch the Peanuts Thanksgiving Special. Watching Lucy pull the football at the last minute is pure, unadulterated poetry and truth in action.

For those who have been faithful readers over the years (yes...its been years), I will offer my most sincere thanks and apologies.  I do appreciate the patronage, but things change.  This blog is either going to evolve or get left on that table for good.  I can't promise what you are used to from me, but I can tell you that if I write, it will be different than anything I've done in the past.

It's that simple.

Til later, (well....maybe...if I feel like it...)