All that Glitters

Tablecloth, Milky Way, Marguerita Mergentime, 1939

Anne’s yarn-a-month club gift box states that she “crafts so hard that she sweats glitter,” which really makes a mess, especially in-between the sheets. Glitter in bed is worse than beach sand, if you ask me. Still, I was intrigued by Caity Weaver’s New York Times article about glitter. In it she waxes poetic, while describing a glitter factory’s appearance that she visited for her story:

…which looked like an industrial manufacturing plant colonized by pixies. The concrete floor was finely coated with what appeared to be crushed moonbeams. The forklift winked with shiny crimson flecks.

I was actually more intrigued with the underlying science. There wasn’t all that much in her article, trade secrets precluded many disclosures, but one could read between the lines. I’ve had some similar experience that guides my guesses on how glitter is made. Those processes were even more closely guarded than gold.

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Boxing Day, the day after Christmas, the day that the boys practice pugilism. We got out and about today. First, lunch and Literati, which I kept wanting to call Illuminati. Anne and I walked home from there, the boys taking the car, having more boxing yet to do.

Lunch was at the Blue Tractor, which was not as good as Grizzly’s, even though Grizzly’s serves the beer brewed at the Tractor, but more about that later. The luncheon clientele consisted primarily of families with small children. The table next to us had two couples, with between them four children in high chairs, plus one still strapped to mom. Anne observed that everyone was taking their kids out to lunch, which we were too, but I also observed that our boys were bigger and could probably take anyone else’s there. Boxing Day, don’t you know.

Ordering there was somewhat difficult. The first beer selection that Dave chose, they were out of. So too for the first beer that Dan ordered and again for Dave’s second attempt. They were also out of the food that I first ordered and the same for Dave. We did all eventually get food and drink, but when it came time to pay the bill, both the first and second pens handed to me were out of ink. 

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Back to the glitterati. On the way home, Anne told me a glitter related joke. It is a little bit racy, but here it goes:

A woman getting ready for her GYN appointment, first took a washcloth to her lady parts. Her doctor upon examination commented, “Wow, you really did something special.” “Thank you for noticing,” she replied. Returning home, she was immediately queried by her teenage daughter, “Mom have you seen the washcloth that I used to clean off my glitter makeup?”  

The Bro Code

Central Park Street Lamp

We picked Dan up at the airport last night and we’ll retrieve Dave from there tonight. Earlier this month the boys teamed up to win a Warhammer 40K tournament in Williamsburg. They had sent a photo of themselves, celebrating their victory and I wrote about it then. I’ve since learned how they pulled off this win. This tournament had a theme, which was the Bro Code. This machismo set of rules was first developed for Neil Patrick Harris, on the TV show, How I Met Your Mother. For this tourney, teams of two competed in a set of three games. The boys only won two of their three, which is normally not enough to win everything, but each game also had a selection of “Bro Code” objectives and they did quite well in meeting those. The kicker came after all the games were played. Each team took a trivia quiz and were judged on how closely their answers matched each other. The guys scored quite well on this test. When it was revealed that two brothers had won, organizers of the tournament took it as evidence that their tourney truly reflected the values of the Bro Code.

In other meaningless nonsense, I am proud to declare that for the first time ever, I have successfully mastered the Little Drummer Boy challenge. For all you hipsters out there, this challenge is a contest of honor, where from Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve one attempts to go through life without hearing any part of this song. I have played and lost every year, since first hearing of this game, but like the boys, I am now victorious! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Individual 1

Dear God, Please!

I will shut down the government. I am proud to shut
down the government. I will take the mantle. – DJT

We are on the cusp of a government shutdown, after his pro-Russia decisions caused yet another cabinet member to leave the administration, the stock market is crashing because of his stupid trade war and the full extent of his criminality continues to come to light on a daily basis. He doesn’t have enough support for his wall and #TrumpResign is now trending #1 on Twitter.

For a moment I thought that it was really a thing and was actually happening. What a great Christmas present that would be. Imagine my disappointment in learning that it is not true, yet. Can’t we just shutdown the Whitehouse instead?

Earlier this year, in January, we had another brief government shutdown. That one was in part also over the wall. We were visiting the Everglades during it. Contrary to past practice the national parks were not completely closed, just their bathrooms were. On the two days that we were there during the shutdown, we leveraged concessions in the park that were not closed and neither were the bathrooms that they managed. It seems funny that the biggest impact on us to the Federal government shuttering was access to flush toilets, but it was. If this shutdown occurs and lasts through the holidays then anyone flying will also be affected. They will be subject to searches by unpaid TSA agents. I cannot think of anything that would make me more cranky than not to be paid in December and still have to go to work and deal with the crush of holiday travelers.

It was probably just political posturing, but Representative Scott Perry (R), while trying to minimize the impact of this looming shutdown asked, “Who’s living that they’re not going to make it to the next paycheck?” Well. the answer is about 78% of all working Americans. This statistic is the same for Federal employees. I wonder if the occupant of Mar-a-Lago cares that his Secret Service agents aren’t being paid, while they guard him on the golf course? Especially since today, he tweeted a warning of a very long shutdown. Merry Christmas!