Wolfgang Van Halen is in the news this week. He's released a video song/video tribute for his dad Eddie Van Halen who died in October this year. His band is called Mammoth WVH and the song is called Distance.
It's reported Wolfgang played all the parts on the recording.
Comet TV was doing a weekend marathon and Star Trek: First Contact was on last night.
It's a Science Fiction movie about space travelers in the 24th century. The focus of the movie is for the spaceship Enterprise who went back in time to thwart the efforts of the cybernetic Borg, an alien group of organisms who traveled back in time to change history.
I dislike TV commercials and get up to pursue other interests (like snacks in the kitchen) and often miss parts of the movie, but it's expected to play again this month!
Usually the last music I listen to before bed is playing over and over when I awake. Today is no different.
While on the subject of resistance being futile, news this morning, Trump's claims of election fraud aren't going well for him.
After seeing the ads where's he's asking for donations to support his court battle that 60% of the money goes to pay off his campaign debt... the longer he keeps an audience to believe he actually has a chance, the better-off he is financially. Not conceding is expected, but there will be a new president swearing in January 20th.
Dog was always around me growing up. No way to escape it. Born in New York, the first I remember was Elmer. Dog died and for a while it was life without dog. My family moved to Florida and again dog was in my life. Every day it was dog. Trixie to be exact. Trixie was the family dog and after that dog died my mother bought a snooty dog. Prior to that we never had to pay for dog. They just came into our lives. The dog she bought had papers... pedigree to be exact. Sheba was her name. My dad caller her shit-head. Sheba was all white and my mother often paid for a groomer to wash and shampoo Sheba and add the finishing touch... that pink bow in her hair!
I'm not sure what happened to Sheba as my mother passed away and I was married living in my own house with Missy. Missy was a stray dog and feeding her corned beef wasn't a good idea as she never left after that. Before Missy came along shortly after someone broke into my garage and stole several of my model helicopters. Bastids... they were all customized and worth thousands. Insurance only paid a fraction as recovery. I'm sure had Missy been there they wouldn't have made it into the garage.
Sometimes dog in my life was a good thing, especially when a salesman came calling and had a black briefcase. Missy didn't like salesmen. I'll never forget the time she went after one of them as he was getting out of his car. She ripped the leather covering on his briefcase and the white padding was poofing out!.
Not long after, we learned Missy wasn't spayed and our clan of dog grew times 5. Rambo, Boots, Bear and two others who had no personality. Incidentally Rambo was our favorite. When it was time to move, they all found people to adopt them.
I was in the process of a divorce and somehow gifted a chow... the one with a black tongue. Oh yeah, more dog and more puppies. We had a pen with the puppies and a sign in the front yard. My dad was monitoring the event and after he returned from lunch every dog was gone.
A friend was moving to a no-dog community and I received Cheyenne a German Shepard who disliked inside. Not long after, I was gifted a Dalmatian puppy George who had to be the dumbest specie of 4-legged animals. George learned to climb a chain link fence and get into trouble, usually returning a day or two later. One day while gardening George made a break for freedom taking Cheyenne as an accomplice. Heavy rains came washing away the scent and they were missing for a while. Maybe a week. I checked online at the animal shelter to see if they were apprehended, but no luck.
One afternoon, I heard a familiar bark at my front door, Dumb and Dumber returned.
Amazing that both of them had their tails between the legs and the dropped head 'We fooked up daddy' look. Too much for me, George made a new home at the Dalmatian Rescue and at the age of 14, Cheyenne died. Buried in my back yard... I didn't mention that to the new owner I sold the house to!
So, that's my story. No more dog in my life. I live without dog.
One of my best friends volunteers a few days a week at the animal shelter and no longer asks if I want to adopt because my standard answer is I live without dog.
The guy in the condo across from me is a heavy smoker. He often sits in his screened porch that faces the courtyard puffing away and doing business. Semi-retired, he does handyman projects from time-to-time. In the past few days (probably due to the rain) he paces the covered walkway... smoking.
The guy below him, also retired, listens to music on his porch... also puffing away.
Anywhere from 6am until midnight, there's a really good chance the courtyard and balcony will have the smell of cigarette smoke.
Usually, I walk along the main road in the evening... after 11pm and sometimes I smell fresh cigarette smoke. A few of the residents smoke cigars. Most of these smokers are over the age of 60... at that age they have no intentions of quitting.
This morning, I got up earlier than usual and decided to do a brisk walk... along more than 200 condos facing the roadway and found it surprising as the smell of 'morning cigarettes' was every few hundred feet.
I lost a friend earlier this year. A drummer who started playing in the 60's. I remember in high school one summer my parents let my band to use the house for practice. He was allowed to stay at my house for a few weeks and smoked a cigarette seconds before going to sleep and seconds after waking up. Cause of death: lung cancer.
Condo living is not for me and I've been shopping for another place to live. Preference would be a small house, cottage or townhouse... somewhere away from smokers.
Well-known personal injury attorney Robert Fenstersheib had his face on billboards along Interstate 95 that read TELL ROBERT with client statements claiming of the hundreds of thousands he recovered for them.
The billboards are gone. Actually the billboards are still there, it's Robert's ads that are gone. They are advertising other clients now. The reason why his ads are no longer there is Robert is dead.
His son, Michael who suffered from severe mental illness and addiction apparently had an altercation with dad. Robert was shot dead, Michael's girlfriend was also shot, taken to a local hospital requiring surgery and Michael is also dead.
This murder-suicide story was posted a while back and still police have no answers as to what happened. I guess they forgot to tell Robert.
It appears to be true... Trump's lawyers held a press conference at the Four Seasons in Philadelphia and mistakenly selected the Four Seasons Total Landscaping company and not the hotel of a similar name.
They went through with the event anyway on the parking lot between an adult bookstore and a cremation center.
Is that Rudy standing next to a fire hose?
I think it was stupid to name a storm Eta... but that's what we've got.
It's currently passing through the Florida Keys as a tropical storm and will become a category 1 hurricane by Monday afternoon as is heads to the West into the Gulf of Mexico.
The forecast is Eta will make a 90 degree turn on Tuesday and head North where it's expected to make landfall in the West coast of Florida North of Tampa.
From the radar imagery, it's a large storm dumping rain all over South Florida and expected to do so for a few days.
Rain bands with 50mph wind gusts in my area.
Be safe, stay on higher ground!
South Florida is on a storm watch as Tropical Depression ETA will be here Monday.
Coming through the gulf with current winds at 35mph it's certain to dump lots of rain across the state.
Covered by many artists and groups it's STORMY MONDAY by Bobby Bland from 1962
Pumpkins were marked down to $1 on Sunday so we picked a big one, sliced it into small pieces to refrigerate. Collecting the seeds and putting them in the oven to dry, I've got that for a snack tonight.
Making pumpkin bread is next on the list of baking projects this weekend.
Top story this morning states that Trump supporters have gathered around vote counting centers in Michigan and Arizona in an attempt to stop counting of mail-in votes.
This is beginning to read like the royal family in a third world country attempting to block democracy so they could remain in power.
"We've counted enough votes... I win!"
I actually did some work last night until the power failure. More later on that. Maybe...
I see during the night, Trump claimed victory, but he's trailing in the popular vote and electoral vote, wants all voting to stop, praised those who went to the polls to intimidate others and states this is an embarrassment to our country.
Where you expecting any less than that from the president of the United States?
A friend said "It's all over except for the voting"
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