Just In Case You Were Wondering

After two weeks of feeling like shit, worrying about Covid, pneumonia and all other things what could kill me, I finally took me off to an emergency care place and got an X-ray.
Diagnosis:  nothing serious.
What I have:  a bad case of bronchitis.
Treatment: Mucinex, also something to suppress the coughing spasms at night, lots of rest.

Yesterday was the first day of such treatment, and last night I slept for six solid hours before being woken up not by coughing, but by inhaling saliva in my sleep, i.e. just my body fucking with me like it usually does.

So far today, from 5am until this post, I’ve coughed about a dozen times (all “productive”), which was more like my half-hourly (dry) rate beforehand.

Am I getting better?  Let’s just say I’m cautiously optimistic.  So unless you hear differently from me, assume the latter.

Different Imports

Maybe I’m being just a simple-minded Texan here, but when you see this situation occurring:

Tens of millions of Pakistanis have been forced to flee their homes and more than 1,000 are dead as devastating flooding threatens to drown an area the size of Britain, experts warned. One third of the country faces going under and entire villages have vanished, with dramatic footage capturing hotel collapses, helicopter rescues and narrow escapes among desperate residents. Foreign minister Bilawal Bhutto Zardari said this morning from his home in flood-ravaged province Sindh, south-eastern Pakistan: ‘Around me is just water, water and more water. There’s not much dry land to be found. We’ve suffered a devastating monsoon [with] floods from the sky that have been going on since the end of June. It is a catastrophe on a scale that I have never seen before.’

And add it to this situation:

Astonishing pictures show a medieval village that was submerged by a reservoir a century ago and has now reappeared as a result of falling water levels.
The pictures come as droughts and hosepipe bans were being declared across the UK after weeks after weeks* of no to little rainfall.

…wouldn’t it make more sense for Britishland, at least for a year or two, to pause the importation of Pakistanis and replace it with importation of Pakistan’s water surplus?

*the proper grammar being “week after week” or, if multiple weeks, “month after month”, but let’s not get sidetracked.

Monday Funnies

(me, coughing up phlegm over the weekend)

So let’s yuk it up a little more…

I got nothin’… anyone else?  Bueller?

May have posted these ones before, but they bear repeating:

(one of my favorites of all time)

Okay, let’s dial it back a tad:

(insert appropriate head)

And some old-time totty art:

Good luck with the rest of the week… yer gonna need it.

Classic Beauty: Marlene Dietrich

In a world of Nazis, rapacious movie directors and lascivious producers (and it was worse here than in her native Germany), Marlene Dietrich gave the world that famous look, said: “Is dat the best vat you can do to me?  Hah” and proceeded to take the world of show business by storm.

Being a bona fide product of Weimar Germany and Isherwood’s Cabaret Berlin, her sexuality swung both ways and her legs every way you could imagine;  but even with all that, people still adored her.  And so do I.

The problem for most American men, though, is that all they know of Marlene comes from Madeline Kahn’s exquisite parody of her in Blazing Saddles.  But watch any two of her own movies, and you’ll see why this goddess was worshiped.

I recommend Morocco, and of course Blue Angel.