FERRERMAN- AGAIN?

 I'm often surprised when people recognize me. Several years ago, I was walking downtown, passed a popular restaurant, and about a block and a half later, an exhausted old grade school friend tapped me on the shoulder. "Buns" had been having lunch with his wife and another couple, and in a slit second had recognized me as his old pal, Ferrerman. How did he do that? I hadn't seen him in a couple of decades. I probably had looked right at him in the window, but nothing registered on my end. Later I remembered that Buns and his same wife had seated themselves at the bar in the town I was working, years ago, and greeted me by my name, a trick often used by customers to fake familiarity because the house forced us to wear name tags. Had he not introduced himself, I never would have spotted him. It was a "Cold Case" moment, if you recall that show.  Most recently, I was in a nearby store and saw one of my cousin's kids and his wife, a few feet behind me. I smi...

Saw a meme this morning about how the actress Helen Hunt won the Academy Award for best actress in 1989 and thanked a former teacher of hers for believing in her. In the meme, it was related that the teacher was fired for refusing to fail young Helen and opting instead to tutor her for her dyslexia. Helen gave the then-retail worker the $3million earned for being chosen best actress, and the woman opened up a school to tutor other kids like Helen.  Red flags all over the field for this one. I think the only true thing was that Helen Hunt won best actress that year. (I'm not even sure of that!) It's not true that winning that award comes with a cash prize of any amount. Somebody Snopes'd it, but Snopes is one of those sites that DEMANDS you take your Adblocker out back and kill it before you can read. You can't just pause it and enjoy the ads with the story. Many sites that DEMAND such violence go on to require you to subscribe for a low, low fee to spare you from having...

When it comes to television, I usually don't want to know how the sausage is made. I don't try too hard to figure out whodunnit, because with fiction, that's up to the writer. For example, "DTF St. Louis", a limited series on HBO/MAX. I *think* that Floyd killed himself to provide his wife, Carol, with a comfortable life he absolutely cannot give her due to his debt and curved penis. But isn't that what the writer's want  me to think? Of course it is. They led me down the garden path with that notion just as the insurance payoff also pointed the curved penis at Carol. She stands to profit BIGLY from Floyd's death obviously, and a spouse is always the #1 suspect. And, of course, Clark, who is Floyd's best friend- and Carol's lover, and presumably has a penis as straight as a preacher's dick, might want Carol and the money for his own self. These are all possibilities. It's up to the writers, just like in real life as with Trump murders l...

 I only spend 23 minutes in the laundromat these days thanks to my new policy of hanging my clothes to dry indoors, but 23 minutes was long enough to perform a very necessary act of resistance. On the reading rack, I found a fresh copy of a periodical called, "GUN NEWS". It had been untouched by other human hands. I put it in my back pocket to keep it from falling into impressionable minds. I like to help out wherever I can.  It was chock full of pedantic gun lover bullshit. The headline story was about how Chicago's black mayor, Brandon Johnson, has an armed security force of 150- and YOU DON'T.  Well, I don't know if that figure is accurate, and I don't really care. I do know that this is likely the case with all big city mayors. I also know that the NRA crowd objected to Barack Obama having armed security (the Secret Service) when he was POTUS and  YOU DIDN'T. They really did. I wondered in 2016 if Trump would be the first US president to boldly fiscall...

  Often when I'm watching TV and an attractive actress has delivered a sterling performance, I'll say to no one in particular (because no one in particular is ever here) that "She does a good job for a girl with such a spankable bottom".  Is that sexist or misogynist? I don't think so. I see it as a poignant, ferrer assessment. Here is the inspiration for today's post.  A “DE I Hire”   You might notice that the good doctor is quite attractive, in an approachable, girl-next-door sort of way. But she's sitting down while talking about D.E.I hires so we can't see her bonafides. Just trust me. I know what I'm talking about. The doctor explains quite well that people (republicans) who are against DEI do not know what they are complaining about and they have a funny way of looking at hiring when it comes to women and minorities. Male mopes like Trump, Musk and RFK Jr. are readily perceived as earning their stations in life despite us knowing better. A ma...

 Well, except me. I'm not going to say I feel so all alone though. Marijuana has been a major factor in the demise of both my marriages though and, for a guy who pretty much  thinks people ought to be free to partake in anything that helps them get through the day, I still believe all things in moderation. Not everybody does. I came up in the 70's when the rock was still hard and the drugs were soft. I partook my share- and fairly liked it- but noticed early on that pot was not the social drug for me that it seemed to be for most of my peers. I hate to label myself with psychobabble, but I am- admittedly- an introvert. I just don't wear it as a nametag. Already quiet by nature, weed made me more quiet and often paranoid. That's not a good way to be if you are me. I haven't even been drunk in 18 years and that's not some landmark of sobriety to be announced to a gathering of strangers at an AA meeting. Getting wasted was rarely my goal when I cracked that first b...