Michael Kindt's Blog, page 17

The sound my head makes.

The sound my head makes.

Drunk on Thanksgiving (or the aftermath), smokin a big bowl of...

Drunk on Thanksgiving (or the aftermath), smokin a big bowl of Grousemoor English pipe tobacco. INSIDE. I smoke INSIDE, like it’s the 90s or some shit.

It’s my fucking house.

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Remember the hell those Vietnam boys went through?

The protesters in those days pinned the war on those who fought it, calling them “baby killers”. They were as ugly as BLM. A man fights because he’s ordered to, no questions asked. Well, until later.

Then he has lots of questions….

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I have to break my own rule for just one moment and comment

on Trump’s obvious focus on former high ranking military men for positions in his foreign policy staff.

I find this a good thing. Those Neo-Con war-mongering bastards under Bush were all civilians. Nobody is more pro-war than the person who’s never experienced it. There is no one more anti-war than the person who’s experienced it.

Now, I understand that positive news about Trump is “fake news”.

I think this is positive news, tho. Strategically, I see no other option. I bet we pull out of Afghanistan. What a giant shithole. Why are our young men and women dying there? Why again?

Q: How come no one ever gets laid on Thanksgiving?

A: Because all the coats are on the bed.

It's now the one year anniversary of me planning to get a new phone.

Still haven’t done it. I remember thinking “after Christmas, in January sometime, I’ll get a new phone”.

Didn’t happen.

In the summer, I nearly ruined it when I went swimming in Canyon Lake with the damn thing in my pocket. It lived. One time, it fell out of the car because I had it on the seat and was gone for two days. A homeless person found it and called my cousin Ara because she’s first on my contacts list–not because I like her the best (which I kinda do), but because her name is Ara. Had to pick it up at the shelter. It lived again.

My phone’s favorite album is Hole’s “Live Through This”.

I bought it in 2008. It’s my Obama Era phone. I really kinda love it. I will bring it out of the closet one day and show my grandkids.

“This is Grampa Mike’s Obama Era phone,” I’ll say. “Obama was our first African American president. You probably learned about him in school. I was really excited about him, but he turned out pretty mediocre. Hell of a nice guy, though, and funny? Oh, my God. The dude was fucking hilarious!”

“Grampa Mike!” my son’s wife scolds me. “No F bombs around the kids!”

“Sorry.”

After the inauguration, I swear to fucking God I’m getting a new fucking phone. Jesus fucking Christ, I know I’m a procrastinator, but this is getting fucking ridiculous.

So who's been watching Project Runway?

That Mah-Jing guy is my favorite. He’s silly. He’s scared of heights. He’s really sweet. Totally dig him and hope he wins.

Please keep in mind that I steal all my TV off torrent sites, so I’m several days to a week behind the broadcast. No spoilers!

I am somewhat disconcerted at how old Tim Gunn is getting. When that guy passes, I’ll have to call in sick, like I did with Bowie and Lou.

It’s been well over a decade and I’ve been a devoted fan of the show. Someday it will end, like Mythbusters, my other favorite show. The weird thing is, I discovered all my favorite shows back when I had TV, so when they all end I won’t discover any new ones.

Unless….

Unless I pay attention to social media TV chatter and try one out, which I did.

Now I love the Walking Dead.

:)