FERRERMAN- AGAIN?

 When I'm not watching hockey fights on YouTube, my go to for REELS is women's college softball. The REELS are usually set to John Fogartey's "Put Me in Coach" (which fits like a glove) or Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" and "Beat It" which doesn't fit but has a good beat and is easy to dance to- at least for him. The REELS are short, but they include dancing in with the exceptional plays. Yeah, I like the dancing, but these ladies play damn good baseball. They know what they're doing. They know how to play the game. It's a smaller field than MLB, of course; 60' between the bases (compared to 90') and the pitcher's mound isn't a mound at all, but a flat circle of dirt, 35-43' from home plate. This is fast pitch underhand of an 11" softball, reaching speeds up to 77mph. Life does come at you fast! The players tend to be very attractive, fit women whom you might look at and think, "Oh, she could be a ...

 Over the past few months, the reception in my truck's radio had been spotty. I don't do a lot of serious driving these days, so I didn't hurry to remedy it. I reasonably figured it might be an antenna problem and ordered a new, sleeker, cooler one hoping that might be the cure. Thought then about a new radio. It's an older truck, came from the factory with SiriusXM- the subscription to had long since lapsed- but I thought I might check into that in the near future. I was right about that. Saw a deal from SiriusXM a few days ago where I could get 3 months for $1. How could I not? That wouldn't solve my local station problem, but maybe it would replace it.  I got on YouTube and found a couple few videos that were specific to my truck and my dilemma. Turned out it was a common problem. The videos showed how easy it was to access the radio by removing the portion of the console that housed it. I feared exploratory surgery until I saw the videos and they showed me how e...

 Last night was rough on this 21st century Ferrerman. First the power went out right at the beginning of the Cubs game. That meant no a/c, no TV and no lights. No Xbox either. And because I have an electric stove, no early dinner. It had rained that morning (and not that  bad) so, I ferrermansplained to myself (and later the Gilmore Girl daughter) that they were probably just fixing something that happened earlier and simply needed to shut us down to safely work on the powerlines. I got no problem with the utility guys living to see another day. In fact, I love the Glen Campbell version of "Wichita Lineman" and I probably started humming it. Not sure, but after all these years, I know me. So, I ventured outside into the pretty decent early evening where I saw said GG going across the street to purchase a bag of ice. They had just gone to the grocery store, and she feared losing all their goods. Well, I know your food is safe in the freezer for a good 24 hours in these situati...

 Back in the day, when Mags and I were on the defunct site, Topix, it was kind of a warm bed of conservatism. I don't know if there were paid posters, but there was quite a bit of ordinary weirdos who had really stupid takes on what the US needed in the way of a president. They were the kind of takes that were so dumb, I felt like people could only say them for money. I don't think these people even knew much of Trump then, as I really don't recall his name coming up as an ideal candidate, but they did like to pound on their notion that a businessman should be POTUS. They also admired Vladimer Putin a lot, which was odd because they touted themselves as *American Patriots*. They loved the Constitution and stuff, but some of them would have been quite fulfilled if Vlad (a non-US born person) could step right into the White House and start purging America of liberals and pigmented people. Him, or a businessman. He actually kind of covered both bases as he was and is very, ver...

 Finally met the child molester downstairs. It wasn't on purpose. A nice cool morning with the windows open, I could hear him and his mom talking about what a lovely breeze there was. It being Sunday, I figured they might be off to church. I had a piece of mail for the mother that didn't need to be hand-delivered, so my plan was to let them get on with their business and just slip the mail in their box. Oh, the best laid plans of Ferrermen... As I strolled up the handicap ramp, they had had built for them, I saw that the screen door was propped open. Uh oh. Someone was home. My record of not meeting these people for a year and a half was about to be broken. Shit.  Sitting in a wheelchair the doorway, enjoying the breeze was the guy. I immediately noticed the reason for the wheelchair. His left leg had been amputated above the knee. Via the Gilmore Girls I had known of his toes having been amputated as a result of diabetes. This was quite a surprise. Seems like I had just recen...

 Watched a pretty good video of the life of Herbert John Streicher, who essentially was America's first male pornstar. He was a reluctant star at that, never intending at all to get into porn acting as he had his sights set on Broadway. That's a familiar story; one often told about young actresses who go out to LA to make it in Hollywood in TV or film, whichever comes first. Back in the early 70's porn was the domain of the Gambino crime family in New York City and consisted of peep show 'reels' of people screwing that were shown in creepy 'movie houses' and performed by prostitutes and guys off the street who needed the little money that was offered or just wanted to get laid. Porn had been that way for decades, probably from the moment Thomas Edison invented film and the motion picture camera. It was never legal in those years, so no one wanted to be a breakout star. The Gambino's changed that. They were making good money with the reels and stag films,...