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The Case Against Donald Trump

The Editorial Board of the paper of record:

He is a racist demagogue presiding over an increasingly diverse country; an isolationist in an interconnected world; a showman forever boasting about things he has never done, and promising to do things he never will.

Precisely.

Perfect.

Showtime Announces New Dexter Limited Series Coming in 2021

Showtime:

NEW LIMITED SERIES COMING IN 2021

He’s smart. He’s lovable. He’s Dexter Morgan, America’s favorite serial killer, who spends his days solving crimes and nights committing them. Golden Globe® winner Michael C. Hall stars in the hit Showtime Original Series. Developed for Television by James Manos, Jr..

Wikipedia: Dexter (TV series):

In October 2020, it was announced that Dexter would return with a 10-episode limited series starring Michael C. Hall reprising his role with Clyde Phillips returning as showrunner. Production is set to begin in winter 2020, with a fall 2021 premiere date.

Two thumbs up. I fucking love Dexter.

Sundance caught a bird…

Looking back through old notes on my iPhone, I found the following, dated 4 August 2016:

Our German Shepherd, Sundance, just caught a bird. A bird. Not a baby bird, mind you, nor an old sickly bird, but a seemingly normal bird who obviously didn’t realize that even at a flat-out sprint, Sundance can still jump over six feet in the air. Poor bird… r.i.p.

Goddamn I miss my dog.

Penn: I want a president who is kind and inclusive, and thinks before he speaks

Penn Jillette on the Penn’s Sunday School podcast Episode 642 of 29 September 2020 @ 42:11.

Somebody […] one of the listeners challenged us […] to say good things about Donald Trump as president. […] I have always wanted to see what it was like to have a president without a filter. We ran that experiment and I don’t like it. But, I wanted to run that experiment. I really did, so it’s good that we ran that experiment — now we don’t have to do it again. I now want a president who is kind, and inclusive and thinks before he speaks, and more important tweets. I want that from a president. I didn’t think that measured was that important. I want unfiltered on Celebrity Apprentice and in improv and I want filtered in politics. I didn’t know that before — I now know it.

Ditto. In fact, I’ve said for decades that I would likely vote for a candidate who just spoke plainly even if I disagreed with that candidates politics, and I would then blather on about how disingenuous candidates and politicians sound once they “commence to speachifyin’.”

All it took was for the so-called “conservative” sheeple of this country to hand Comrade Super-spreader the nomination four years ago to teach me my fucking lesson! I didn’t vote for Trump four years ago, and I won’t vote for him today for exactly the same reason: he’s not a Conservative.

Remembering Cisco Landry, eight years on

As I do every year on the 9th of October, I take a few moments to remember…

Eight years ago today, my family lost a beloved member… our faithful companion, Cisco Landry.

AMG Remembers Eddie Van Halen

All Music Guide:

Eddie Van Halen, 1955-2020

His dazzling, pyrotechnic playing set a new standard for guitar heroes, and cemented Van Halen as one of hard rock’s defining bands. From his boatload of classic riffs to his remarkable array of techniques to his beaming charisma, few guitarists made such a singular impact.

Indeed.

Tuesday 6th of October 2020

R.I.P. Eddie Van Halen

Source: paullandry.micro.blog

Steve Jobs died 9 years ago

Nine years later, and this piece by The Onion is still perhaps the best eulogy:

CUPERTINO, CA—Steve Jobs, the visionary co-founder of Apple Computers and the only American in the country who had any clue what the fuck he was doing, died Wednesday at the age of 56.

R.I.P. Sundance Landry

Our dog died today. His name was Sundance and he was a good boy. He joined our family before my kids could even drive, and now he’s gone.

Sundance was the light of our lives. He was always ready to go out in the back yard and play, play, play. His favorite toy was a doggie frisbee. We’d throw it across the yard, and he’d tear across the yard like a rocket with a turbo charger and jump and catch it midair.

He was fast — you simply couldn’t throw his doggie frisbee so far that he couldn’t get there before it hit the ground. He was so fast, in fact, that he once caught a bird. He leaped and caught the fucking bird midair too! It was unbelievable. I could not believe my eyes.

About a year and a half ago, he was playing catch with my wife. She threw the frisbee thing like we’ve done thousands of times, and Sundance ran and lept and caught it before it landed, only he came down squirrelly and injured his back. Our veterinarian took x-rays, and advised us to limit his activity for a couple weeks. And he got better, but he never recovered all the way.

He struggled, off and on, over the next year or so, most days were good days, but like the rest of us who have reached a certain age, he had the occasional bad day, where he struggled on the stairs, or had difficulty getting up on the couch or bed.

We bought him a doggie step to help him get up and down from the couch and bought a linen chest to put at the foot of the bed to help him get up and down from the bed.

But about 6 months ago, he noticably started getting worse. His occasional bad day had become a pretty regular thing. After several veterinarian visits over a few months, our vet advised that his condition was degenerative, and that he wouldn’t be getting better.

For months now, my wife and I have been helping Sundance up and down the stairs — first, in front of the house, and then as his ability to climb the stairs further degenerated, in back of the house (there’s only 3 steps in back and about double that in front).

We bought dozens of throw rugs to cover the hardwood floors to make it easier for him to walk, and so that he could walk freely without slipping and falling. The last few days, he’s needed help even standing and walking.

My wife has been cooking his meals, morning and night, for weeks.

I don’t know why I’m writing all of this, except that I don’t know what else to do. I guess I just miss my friend.

Gone, but not forgotten.