I bought the first season of the Sopranos on Amazon today. Just watched Episode 1. I had watched the Sopranos every week when the show was on HBO, but I must have missed Episode 1 because I didn’t remember it.
1) Americans love Trump for the same reason Germans loved Hitler.
2) Trump is preaching hate.
3) I used to have too much stuff, but then I saw Jason’s apartment in the Bourne Identity and thought I should live like that.
4) This is all so fucked.
I planted these flowers last year. I did not know they come up on their own this year. They’re not as full as they were last year, but it’s still nice to have them. I decided I’m not going to plant any new flowers this year, because it’s already August.
This is Rob Darnell reporting that the employees at the auto part stores are Unmasked. I repeat, the employees at the auto part stores are Unmasked.
Save yourselves!
I’ve developed a headache mowing the front lawn. This heat is fucked up. Yes, I’m drinking water.
Back in January, I had brief email contact with Father Mike, the pastor who oversaw my aunt Barb’s celebratory mass at the St. Joseph Catholic Church in Lake Orion. One of the things I expressed to him was my thoughts about becoming Catholic. Father Mike told me simply, “When you’re ready, let me know.”
I really liked that. “When you’re ready.” No pressure whatsoever. I’ve since found out that it is commonly said at Catholic churches to people who are thinking about becoming Catholic.
I don’t know if I’ll ever commit to it, but I’ve thought about becoming Catholic for quite a few years now. There are times when I talk about it and people don’t understand why it has to be the Catholic Church.
I’ve tried explaining why I have no interest in other churches or branches of Christianity. I’ll either be Catholic or I’ll be nothing religiously. But I don’t really have much of an explanation. All I know is I feel at home in Catholic churches. I don’t feel at home in other churches.
Earlier today, I looked out the window and I saw this by the driveway. I couldn’t tell what it was. It wasn’t moving, and after several minutes I decided it was nothing, maybe just a piece of a tree. But five minutes later, I was back at the window and the thing was gone. So, it was a living creature.
My vision sucks, so I took the picture to try to see it better. Of course there’s always a fucking screen in my way to make my pictures less clear. I should’ve stepped out to get a better picture, but I didn’t think to.
What the hell could that possibly be? It looks like a big lizard to me, but I’m fairly certain we don’t have lizards like that in Michigan.