For the past week, I’ve not shaved my upper lip because it was badly scraped up when I crashed my bike last Wednesday. The resultant moustache (I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s spelled) doesn’t match the way I see myself. Maybe after it’s grown in another week, it’ll look better to me. Probably, though, I will wind up looking more like John Hillerman’s Higgins than Tom Selleck’s Magnum.
Update 7-10-21: Still somewhat smashed up from bicycle wreck. No weight lifting for the past 9 days. Plan some cardio at the gym today. Some shoulder rehab work. Still got a knot literally the size of a tennis ball on one hip, but bruising has improved.
Crashed my bicycle on a short neighborhoodish ride last Wednesday 30 June. I was turning left at the bottom of my street on the way home – four to five tenths of a mile from the house. I saw one of my neighbors walking before making the turn and as I got to the turn, he’d got just to the point where I usually cut in to make my turn. I made a wider turn to get around him, recognized him and turned my head slightly to say, “Hello.”
Before I could speak, my bike slid out from under me and, although time slowed down for me, my reflexes were not quick enough to correct and avert the fall. Hit the pavement hard – left hip/thigh the hardest. Helmet kept my nose from getting smashed but did scrape my upper lip and chipped a front tooth. Scraped up both forearms pretty badly. Left shoulder’s bad sore. Some slight injury at the left ankle and left knee but small pain compared to the hip/thigh. Hands got kind of torn up, too, although my gloves don’t have tears in them anywhere. Just blood stains.
I cussed. Shit, I think I said. Maybe something worse. That’s just me, a sinner to the core. When pressed, like a tube of toothpaste, what comes up out of me is the usual foulness that afflicts much of humanity.
My left hip’s been swollen and jutted out the size of a baseball. I feel like I’ve got girl-hip on that side. I don’t know how females tolerate flaring out at the sides like that. My left thigh’s twice the size of my right.
My neighbor stayed and talked me through my initial shock and dizziness, then walked with me up the street to my house. I almost fell out when I first stood after the fall. Back at the house, I took an epsom-salt bath, texted photos of the injuries to my wife (out of town with our son for the holiday week), then talked with her a bit on the phone. Conked out early.
Saw the doctor next morning – palliatives and antibiotics. Glad I didn’t go to the ER. Nothing broken. I’ve made an appointment with a dentist to get the chip sealed. Funny. Chip sealed. Pavement. Har. Not initially intended.
I went to work Thursday and Friday, but left early Friday after seeing my appointments and documenting our sessions. Saturday, I didn’t leave the house. Injury has interfered with my usual weight-lifting regimen, as well as cycling. I’d hoped to paddle the Long Haul this weekend, but it’ll be a while given the state of my shoulder.
My bicycle, the Jamis Supernova I’ve been riding since 2014, is fine. My body served as bubble-wrap, insulating it from damage during the crash.
I just saw this over on Gab.
Hope you can see it without an account.
I’m talking about the word the Democrat Party, the Left generally, BLM and Antifa HATE.
No, not that tired racial aspersion. The parties mentioned in this post’s first sentence all LOVE that word. They want it used as much as possible. It’s divisive. It serves their ends. If Donald J. Trump had used it or any of it’s variants, you’d already know all about it.
The “N”-Word I’m talking about is NORMAL.
Donald J. Trump returned the United States of America to a normal footing – normal constitutional governance, normal separation of powers, normal national self-interest. That return to normalcy I’ve briefly described and very idea that NORMAL exists is abhorrent to the left, probably also abhorrent to faux conservative establishment “Republicans,” also.
Do you know from whence springs NORMAL on a national level? It should be obvious. NATIONALISM. Pursuit of NATIONAL SELF INTEREST.
Still up as of 7-5-2021
Here is some more evidence – Peter Navarro’s reports on the recent fraudulent election of Joseph Biden’s demented regime:
Navarro Report, Part I
Navarro Report, Part II
Navarro Report, Part III
Still up – not yet canceled as of this date – 4 February 2021.
As of this writing – 23 January 2021 – this post and this site are still up.
Here’s an interesting article I read on the American Thinker website this morning: Industrial-Scale Election Fraud – Did It Happen?
Today, I thought I’d conduct an experiment to see whether some wackadoodle lefty will “cancel” my blog if I post “Stop the Steal” and use that phrase as a tag. I’ll also link to some “controversial” material – evidence that the 2020 presidential election was actually stolen in favor Dementia Joe Biden.
Here’s the Evidence
And here’s the evidence: https://hereistheevidence.com/
Everyone knows that the election was stolen – it’s obvious to anyone with five or six active brain cells. Sadly, feckless politicians (for instance, those grifters Marsha Blackburn and Bill Hagerty) and equally feckless U.S. Supreme Court justices (as well as numerous lower courts) have failed to, in the case of politicians, stand up and demand that evidence is entered into the congressional record, send the electoral college votes back to key swing states for recertification; and in the case USSC and other courts, hear and rule on matters of fact.
Two or three years ago, as an adult, I got braces. I don’t recall whether I ever mentioned that here.
When I got braces, I quickly discovered I’d have to change my eating habits. They’ve been off now for about a year, but at least one of the dietary changes I made for braces has proved a keeper.
Before braces, I ate a bowl of oatmeal with raisins every day for breakfast, usually eaten the consistency of cookie dough and sometimes with chocolate chips. Cinnamon, brown sugar also. Something about that mix – probably mostly the scalding raisins – gave me a bad sensory interaction with my braces.
My wife had started making kale smoothies using the individual blender cup that came with our factory refurb Ninja Blender set of devices. They looked like alligator vomit but actually tasted pretty good. No sensory malfunctions associated with consumption of this meal substitute.
Seriously, This is a Great Breakfast
I started making these smoothies myself when my wife several times balked at preparing them for me. I like the ones I make better than those my wife makes. These sludge mixes taste surprisingly good. Here’s how I make them using the large Ninja blender container:
- I dump in 24 ounces of almond milk. I prefer chocolate but my wife never buys it because she thinks it too fattening. Almond’s don’t really have teats and I’m sure the process used to wring “liquid” from almonds actually uses whatever’s left over from packaging almonds for sale.
- I add grape juice or grape extract.
- I add some “essential oil” blend made from, it smells like, mint and grapefruit.
- I add a couple of bananas
- I add one or two cups of quick oats
- I sprinkle some cinnamon
- I sprinkle some chili powder
- I dump in some chia seeds.
- I add two or three tablespoons of flax seed
- I add about four tablespoons of powdered peanut butter
- Sometimes, I’ll dump some yogurt into the mix
- I stuff the blender with kale greens or spinach leaves. I prefer the spinach but for some reason, my wife usually gets kale.
- I run the blender to mix this stuff down to sludge.
- Sometimes I add more kale or spinach.
- I typically dump in some water or coffee
- I add some coconut oil – in order to properly digest some of that ruffage, a little oil is necessary
- Finally, I add some frozen blueberries
- Then I blend all that for awhile
Today’s sludge had a bowl of pomegranate seeds in the mix.
Yes, it takes a few minutes to make Nutri-Sludge, but large pitcher of it lasts two or three days as a breakfast drink. And it tastes better than it sounds like it would taste. Have you ever read Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu series? This stuff reminds me of the longevity mix the insidious Fu Manchu requires Dr. Petrie to compound for him in exchange for ceasing his interference with Petrie’s relationship with the former Egyptian slave girl, Karameneh.
Give it a try and see if you achieve length of days and domination of a secret Oriental society.
Do you not know that the Democrat/Communists are rulers over us?
Back about 1000 B.C., the leaders of the Israelite people were, in aggregate, capable only of verbalizing their longstanding surrender to the Philistines – a group of people whose special interest was subjugating the Israelites – making them slaves; making them the host to Philistia’s parasitic needs.
During the last, I don’t know, 30 or so years, all that the elected representatives, senators, chief executives have been able to consistently verbalize is that the United States’ sole legitimate reason for existence is to serve as the host to the parasitic needs of “the community of nations,” especially the needs of parasitic, communist China.
Donald J. Trump has upset all that during the past four years and even those elected officials who have benefited in terms of elected office have banded together to inform him, “Do you not know that the Democrats are our masters now?” They’re essentially saying, “They worked really hard to game the election and their coordinated work in cheating and stealing the presidential election is so significant and so clearly indicates how much they want to win that we can’t risk upsetting them by overturning their fraud.”
Trump’s a flawed guy and doesn’t pretend he’s anything but what he is. He’s sort of an American Samson at this point in U.S. history. Trump’s had a weakness relative to women. Trump’s actually got some surprising physical strength. Trump says pretty much what he thinks without regard to the (often false or put-on) sensitivities of others. Trump’s even agreed to fight with one hand tied behind his back. Twitter may be the jawbone of the ass? The parallel’s clear.
9 Then the Philistines came up and encamped in Judah and made a raid on Lehi. 10 And the men of Judah said, “Why have you come up against us?” They said, “We have come up to bind Samson, to do to him as he did to us.” 11 Then 3,000 men of Judah went down to the cleft of the rock of Etam, and said to Samson, “Do you not know that the Philistines are rulers over us? What then is this that you have done to us?” And he said to them, “As they did to me, so have I done to them.” 12 And they said to him, “We have come down to bind you, that we may give you into the hands of the Philistines.” And Samson said to them, “Swear to me that you will not attack me yourselves.” 13 They said to him, “No; we will only bind you and give you into their hands. We will surely not kill you.” So they bound him with two new ropes and brought him up from the rock.
14 When he came to Lehi, the Philistines came shouting to meet him. Then the Spirit of the Lord rushed upon him, and the ropes that were on his arms became as flax that has caught fire, and his bonds melted off his hands. 15 And he found a fresh jawbone of a donkey, and put out his hand and took it, and with it he struck 1,000 men. 16 And Samson said,
“With the jawbone of a donkey,
heaps upon heaps,
with the jawbone of a donkey
have I struck down a thousand men.”
17 As soon as he had finished speaking, he threw away the jawbone out of his hand. And that place was called Ramath-lehi.
Judges 15:9-17 ESV
Quarantine is pretty much “medical” theater as applied to the Chinese Wuhan Kung-Flu. Today’s my 10th day pretending to be so ill that my presence is a danger to the larger society outside my Stepford front door. My wife’s 10th quarantine day was yesterday.
Treatment & Symptoms
On 28 December, my doctor told me, “You’re positive and you win the 12 Meds of Covid!” A Z-pack, three or four palliatives, a couple of vitamins. Because I respect my doctor and disliked the nuisance symptoms I was experiencing, I complied with the prescribed medicinal regimen. Biggest hassles? Loose stools and fatigue, some dizziness, and more fatigue.
Edit: Forgot to mention loss of olfactory and taste. Also, a more or less continual metallic taste in my mouth – so, altered sense of taste versus total loss of that sense. You know what bugs me most about that? Coffee tastes lousy. Remember when you were a kid and took the foil from Hostess Ding Dongs and formed them to your teeth to pretend you had braces or metal teeth? That’s the metallic taste I’m talking about.
Let’s see, what changed? Not much.
We skipped worship service last Sunday. The sermon was available yesterday and I listened to most of it in the evening. If there’d been a video linked to the church app, I’d’ve probably watched it, but I liked that I got to skip the musical part of the service. I like singing as much as the next guy, and I love to hear my wife and son singing, but sometimes the audio presence during congregational singing is overloud.
I fueled up one of the cars and trusted gasoline fumes at the pump to neutralize any weaponized Chinese breath molecules that may have lighted upon surfaces thereat. I forgot to wear a mask. Didn’t talk to anyone closer than seven or eight feet, though.
We loaned one of our cars to a friend who’s two vehicles are unavailable for use. I hope the Trump sticker in the back window doesn’t get him put on some kind of Communist hit list. I left the key fob on the car’s roof with a couple of Wet Ones wipes. Did offer to run the ozone generator in the car or loan it with the car, but our friend didn’t think that was necessary. I again forgot to wear a mask but was at no time closer than 12 feet during our brief conversation.
Been bike riding at midday, sometimes with my son, sometimes alone. I never wear a mask while riding because I want to be able to breathe without restriction. And I don’t really talk to people while riding, anyway.
So what’s really changed?
For the first time in years, I’ve not set any wake-up alarms because I haven’t been going anywhere in the mornings.
It’s been 10 days without a trip to the gym. Because I haven’t been lifting weights and doing much cardio work, I haven’t been as hungry. I’ve lost a little weight and have been also doing intermittent fasting – 16 hours from supper to next meal.
I took two sick days – 29 and 30 December. Last two days of that week were holidays. I’d already arranged to take this week as personal leave. Partial quarantine isn’t how I initially planned to spend the week. And since our son will have to quarantine from school through the 14th, no quiet alone time for me. No, he’s got no diagnosis, but his 20 day asymptomatic quarantine is part of our nation’s medical theater game. So, he’ll be engaged in distance learning.
Three or four days, in the afternoons, I’ve taken naps. Just conked out. That’s been pleasant.
Done a lot of reading, but that’s not really a change.
Dear Communist China and your fellow travelers in the United States,
Thank you so much for the opportunity to experience not only one of your science projects, but also one of your social experiments. It’s been great. I hope some day soon we are able to provide every Communist Party member and supporter with a similarly memorable experience.
My wife thinks she caught the Chinese Coronavirus from a kid she had contact with at work and first exhibited symptoms right around Christmas Day. Her test result, available the following Sunday evening, was positive. I had the “rapid screening” test Monday and found out immediately that I was positive for the virus. My symptoms at that time were slight intestinal malaise and a dry cough. Additional sx since then have been similar to sinus-drainage sore throat with ache at inner ear, gradual loss of smell and, as of this writing, taste. Occasional headaches, some fatigue. Cough has become “productive” – euphemism for phlegmy.
Because I can’t go to the gym in the early a.m., I haven’t been setting an alarm. I’m sleeping later. I’m eating less because I’m less hungry due to lack of meaningful exercise. I’ve had a couple of neighborhood bike rides with my son, but didn’t yesterday and today it’s raining. A little weight loss won’t do me any harm.