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It’s not a matter of shyness. When I’m talking with other people face-to-face I’m not gazing upon my own. If there’s a mirror in sight I avoid looking at it. Likewise, I don’t wish to see my mug on a video screen when my attentions are better directed toward the other party.
A friend relaxing on a beach in the Dominican Republic video called me this morning via WhatsApp. I answered but I told him I avoid video calls because I can’t help but feel self-conscious looking at myself.
Gotta wonder what’s in those concoctions Kilo November mentioned that isn’t in other products with much lower prices.
I‘m a largish fellow with lots of body hair who finds real value in tolnaftate-containing sprays and powders, especially in the warmer months, when fungus can really take hold...
That was a great movie. It’s among the few Mel Brooks efforts from that general timeframe that maybe, just maybe, might get made today. (The only one, really.) I hear the much more recent Broadway take on it was a hoot, too.
Facebook often shows me ads for what appear to be bowling shirts with cool retro designs at low, low prices. A quick search of the advertiser shows at least five negative reviews for every positive one.
I’m a bit envious. I have blood relatives going back to the mid-1800s buried behind a countryside church in Wisconsin. That’s not in the cards for me, seeing how my father died when I was four months old and my mother remarried and my connections with that world, while not entirely severed, were...
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I recall Willie saying several years ago that he turned down an offer to record “The Gambler.” He said he knew it would be a big hit (as it was, for Kenny Rogers) and he didn’t want to have to play it every night for the rest of his working life.
Willie’s book is so deep that he has...
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Willie Nelson recently had his 91st birthday. The lovely missus and I attended a live outdoor show of Willie and his band about five years ago. The star attraction sat on a chair for most of the performance while his older sister Bobbie (since deceased) on piano and Mickey Raphael on...
“Nekromantik”
I saw it in a little art house not long after its release. I have since forgiven the person who suggested we go see it. But it took a while.
I fear I’d be embarrassed for myself for attending a Rolling Stones show these days.
An old girlfriend and I were in the audience during the Seattle stop on the Sinatra/Sammy Davis Jr./Dean Martin tour (but Martin bowed out mid-tour and was replaced by Liza Minnelli) back in, like, 1988(?).
So...
Telephone and door-to-door soliciting are disrespectful of the receivers’ time. They are demanding of our attention, which, you know, is kinda rude, seeing how they take us away from what we’d rather be doing.
I let calls from numbers I don’t recognize go to voicemail. Most auto-dialed...
I did some looking into the etymology of “nostalgia” and learned that it originally meant something akin to “homesickness” and was literally considered an illness by physicians treating soldiers who found themselves far from home and all that was familiar. (Fearing for one’s own life might have...
Same stuff, a cursory search indicates. It went from prescription only to over-the-counter here in God’s Country in 2020. I’ve found it much more effective for relief of joint pain than oral NSAIDs. I’m guessing it’s safer, too, but I’ll go over that with the physician when I see him next week.
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