Tag: Me Myself I

Personal stuff

Heartfelt Thanks

Friends and Family

I want to take a couple of inches here to thank you, O My Readers, for continuing to support this back porch of mine with your hard-earned dollars, especially in these times of Fuck Joe Biden Inflation.

Yesterday, I went over to the Sooper-Seekrit mailing address (SSMA), and found a small package from Britishland addressed to me.  Longtime Reader Mike X found he had some US$ left over from a business trip, and sent it over with the statement that it was not worth changing back into sterling, ergo why not send it to Kim, considering all the reading pleasure he’d got from my fevered scribblings over the years?  (It was not a small amount of money, by the way, and some of it was promptly exchanged for 9mm ammo at the shooting range soon thereafter;  story to follow.)

He’s not the only one.  Several of you have held your noses and added (and in some cases increased) a monthly contribution through Patreon, and I am often surprised by a random check arriving at the SSMA containing a check with a note saying something like “I just got a large bonus and thought I’d share some of it with you” which, as I said above, is no small thing during the Bidenflation Years.

One Reader actually apologized for the amount he’d sent, but confided that of late he’d been spending quite a lot on a particular woman of Ill Repute, Low Morals, Large Appetite For Liquor, and Advanced Sexual Prowess, so he couldn’t afford more.  (Hey, as long as you’re not wasting the money, Dave…)

All in all, your generosity makes this all possible and my life more bearable.  Many, many thanks.  Below are a few tokens of my appreciation.

Ugh

Health

Colonoscopy in one hour’s time for Kimmy.

Yeah, I know:  TMI.  Sometimes on this blog, ya just gotta take the rough with the smooth.

Wish me luck.

Update:  back home, all good.  The Commies are stuck with me for a while yet.

Slow News Days

Housekeeping

Now that the mid-term elections are over (no comment), the news is not only slow but boring.  That fat little swindler has been arrested, Elon’s causing all sorts of shit with Twitter (excellent)… and that’s about it.

I’ve also been laid low (again) with that same flu I had back in the fall, which means I don’t have the energy to peel a frigging banana.

Accordingly, all you will see on this website for the next couple-three days will be pics of cars, women, guns, and anything else that grabs my fleeting attention or causes an outburst of ungovernable rage.

Hmmm… okay, so pretty much as normal, except no thoughtful essays.  Whatever.

What A Difference

Health

…a day makes.

Yesterday:  Had my annual physical.  Doc says that my stats show that I’m actually in better shape than at my last physical.

Today:  Wake up with post-nasal drip and a sore throat.

Reminder and RFI

Advice

As you all will recall, I canceled my PayPal and Venmo accounts because reasons, but of course that means that I can’t get any electronic payments from supportive Readers through that medium anymore.

I know it’s a PITA to write checks, but until I set up an alternative, please send donations via that medium at the Sooper-Seekrit mailing address (6009 W. Parker Rd, Ste 149-141, Plano TX 75093) until I set up another electronic payment method.  In the interim, rather than sending monthly donations by check (as many of you do), please consider using Patreon instead in the meantime.

Which brings me to the RFI:  if not PayPal/Venmo, then who?

Suggestions please, in Comments.

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Apologia

Disaster

I had every intention of attending the WWII shoot up in Kansas last Saturday — I was even bringing New Wife along to meet people — when somewhere along the interstate north I managed to drive over a discarded 18-wheeler’s tire tread, and I mean the entire tread, lying on its side and looking for all the world like a tire.  No time to avoid it — I was looking back for oncoming traffic as I came onto the highway* — and only saw the fucking thing when it was about twenty feet away.

THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETY-THUMP-THUMP FUCKING HELL

Bloody thing did a number on the underside of the Tiguan (fortunately, not the engine, at least, I don’t think so as no warning lights came on), and tore off parts of both front-wheel wells.

So much for that car trip.  Ignoring the horrible scraping sound from underneath, I limped off the interstate and managed to get to a mechanic shop.  They cut off most of the draggy parts, but then recommended I not drive the thing.

And here I sit, waiting for the insurance guy to look at it and write me a check.

My apologies to all for my non-attendance, but there it is.

*Texas drivers will not yield to nor even slow down for cars entering the freeway in case they lose their God-given place in the traffic, so it’s vital to look back to see that someone isn’t coming up on you at speed.