Friday 18 November 2016

Alice

one of my favorite star trek characters is the borg queen:

a few weeks ago i was watching children of dune and there was just something about lady jessica that caught my fancy. finally my curiosity led me wikipedia where i found out that lady jessica was the borg queen!
as you're probably tired of hearing, i'm in the midst of the annual deadwood marathon. there was something about maddie that caught my fancy so once again it was off to wikipedia and son of bitch, maddie is also the borg queen!
and the wonderful actress who plays the borg queen is ALICE KRIGE.

that's the beauty of watching deadwood so many times. each time i watch it, i fall in love with a different character and learn something new. i continue to watch it in small doses, about 20 minutes each night before going to bed. i'm always medicated and i always have the music dialed in perfectly. it's my reward for making through the day. a guy needs something to look forward to and for me, it's that 20 minutes of bliss before hitting the hay.

and speaking of the borg queen, the lovely mrs myshkin is away on one of her extended vacations. she's been gone for a few weeks and lucky me, she's due to return on xmas eve. so it's me and rip all alone in the house. the kids are gone, my dad is up in valhalla and my mother doesn't recognize me, i've never felt so alone. i'd really be lost without rip.

sonny boy williamson sums it all up. (have i ever mentioned how much i like sonny boy?)

billy loves you sons of bitches.

Friday 11 November 2016

i am depressed.

i don't know if i'm really depressed, i'm just thinking of slim pickens in blazing saddles. have i ever mentioned how much i love slim pickens?

for just a moment, pretend that slim pickens is donald trump and cleavon little is obama:

that clip brings a smile to my face but i'm still depressed.

this morning i took my mother to a remembrance day event and got all choked up. my dad would have been 95 years old in a few days and he was a veteran of WW2. my mother was a war bride. i wore a pair of my dad's pants, his shirt and his shoes. as the ceremony progressed and i got more and more verklempt and tears were flowing down my face as they played the last post.

as i looked around at all of the veterans, all of whom were at least 90 years old, i couldn't help but think of that prick donald trump. that son of bitch evaded military service and yet has the gall to proclaim that he "loves war" and wants to "bomb the shit our of" muslims in the middle east. i just got really really angry with the donald.

in the past few days i've had a total roller coaster of emotions regarding trump's victory. on election night i was totally depressed but the next day it was back to business. at times i even smiled thinking of all the excitement and bullshit that's going to happen in the next few years. but then i see trump's smirking face on tv and i get back to reality and almost slip into depression.

but fuck donald. here is my absolute favorite anti-war song.

billy says he love you sons of bitches.

Friday 4 November 2016

flu shot

It was that time of year again to get a flu shot. I've been getting flu shots each year for as long as I can remember. I've had the flu a few times in my life and I don't want to get it again. I'm talking the real flu, not some lousy cold that a lot of people call the flu. From what I've read, getting a flu shot is a crap shoot. They guess what strain will hit and that's what you get vaccinated for. Last year apparently they guessed wrong and the shots were only 50% effective. So it goes, like I always say, if it's free, I'll take it.

It was off to the pharmacy to get poked and maybe get a sore arm for a day or two. Before the pharmacist administers the vaccine, a form must be filled out that basically absolves the pharmacist and health ministry of any responsibility in the event that something goes wrong. ie, an allergic reaction. This year the form was different:

THE FUCKING FORM WAS IN CHINESE!!!!!

I shit you not, the form was in Chinese with English in small fonts under the absurd little Chinese stick figures. When I passed my form to the pharmacist, a stern eastern European lady, I couldn't resist complaining about the form and her response, "don't get me started" She then told me that 70% of the customers were Chinese and it was a nightmare trying to get them to fill out a form in English.

I liked her enough to offer my left upper arm for the shot. I have a sea turtle tattoo on my left arm and I'm usually reluctant to get a shot in that beautiful creature. They always give you the warning to sit down for 15 minutes after the shot just in case you get dizzy but there were two chances of me hanging around and slim had just left town. I immediately hopped on the bike and pedaled into the sunset. And yes, my arm hurt that evening.

The best thing about a flu shot is it gives me peace of mind when riding on public transit when some asshole starts coughing and sneezing.

The deadwood marathon goes well:

Billy still loves you sons of bitches.