Oy. It’s That Day again.

So while the coffee’s brewing, a little levity:
















And speaking of which:





Now finish yer… coffee, and get out of the house.
Oy. It’s That Day again.

So while the coffee’s brewing, a little levity:
















And speaking of which:





Now finish yer… coffee, and get out of the house.
The other day, New Wife and I were suffering a little from cabin fever, so we thought about taking a weekend drive trip somewhere — preferably out of Texas, because there are huge swathes of the U.S. that she has yet to see.
The problem was that we are confined to a day trip — i.e. one day’s drive out, stay overnight, and one day back (because of NW’s M-F job) — and because we live in the Great State Of Texas, we are somewhat limited in terms of destination choice, viz.:

Because of the stupid Chinkvirus restrictions, we’d have to confine ourselves to sight-seeing of the “Nature’s wonder” kind. But the problem is that within the confines of the above circle, there’s a whole lot of fuck nothing (e.g. Oklahoma, Kansas, etc.) and I don’t want to go to the collection of suburbs known as Lake Of The Ozarks.
Given that north Texas is flatter than Gwyneth Paltrow, we have to drive a long way before the scenery becomes a little less monotonous. And we’ve seen West Texas, thank you, so a westward journey is a non-starter.
Anyone have any ideas?
I know, we all knew that. Still funny.
October is (British) Black History Month, which completely escaped my attention. My apologies to all Africans who may feel slighted by my oversight.
So join me in commemorating the event by reading this piece of Black History.
Via email, Alert Reader Mike L sends me this news:
Subway bread isn’t legally bread, according to Ireland’s highest court.
Not having eaten anything from Subway in over twenty years, my memory may be a little cloudy on this topic; but I do know that the reason for that has to do with the taste of their bread, which always prompted the question: “What have I just put into my mouth?” [as the actress said to the bishop]
It’s foul, and I know that when driving in strange areas of the country looking for something to eat, Subway is never an option. Ghastly stuff.