Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo has never figured out why it seems that weeks with a Monday holiday actually feel longer than normal weeks, but they do. Strange.
♦ Well, in a sign o’ the times, the Eldest has decided to drop her political science/current events elective because she feels the atmosphere is too poisonous and that she’ll get in trouble for saying the wrong thing. (She’s going to go work in the attendance office during that period instead.) It won’t have any effect on her GPA or her college prospects so we’re not fighting her about it, but this is really a damned shame.
♦ Speaking of politicks, I see where the Jebster is spending money like a sailor on shore leave with apparent nil effect. Last weekend I found myself having drinks with one of his GOPe money-men. The fellah started out bragging about how much dosh the campaign had and how much time there was until the nomination, but he ended up sounding really rayther dubious. I kept a diplomatic face, of course, but inside I was rejoicing.
♦ To borrow Mr. FLG’s celebrity sightings shtick, I saw Justice Scalia stop by the local auto parts store on his way home from work the other day. This “regular guy” thing filled me with simple delight, although it didn’t quite top the time I saw him at the grocery store in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops.
♦ On the pet front, the dog rolled in something pretty nasty yesterday and now smells like low tide. Any recommendations for some good quality shampoo? Also, one of the cats has started pooping and peeing in the basement. I know this is sometimes a signal of the approaching end, as it was with poor old Jenny (who lasted until age 19) but I think in this case it’s just out of jealousy and spite. Any recommendations for good quality odor suppression and/or behavioral modification? (Alas, getting rid of the cat is not an option.)
♦ Cubs versus Mets should be a pretty durn good NLCS. Frankly, I’m surprised either one made it this far, let alone both. Ol’ Robbo is o-fficially backing the Cubs to take it all now, if for no other reason than the fulfillment of the “Back to the Future” prophesy.
♦ Finally, I simply cannot let the week go without reposting one of the most awesome nooz ledes evah: LONDON — A former meerkat expert at London Zoo has been ordered to pay compensation to a monkey handler she attacked with a wine glass in a love spat over a llama-keeper.
Whelp, that’s it for now. Wish me luck: Ol’ Robbo is being dragged to a “harvest gathering” put on by his Former Episcopal Church this evening and is not looking forward to it.
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October 16, 2015 at 6:29 pm
The Lurker
On the pet front, we’ve had decent luck in the past with something called “Nature’s Miracle,” although that was for dog pee. You can probably get it at Petsmart or a similar establishment. Resolve works pretty well for barf on carpet. Cat pee is another story, so best of luck. Our cat managed to get to the box even after a stroke, so we’ve not dealt with that particular stinky nightmare. Dogs rolling in dead things is pretty easy; a bath in any shampoo (including human baby shampoo) has worked for us.
On the political front, I’ve decided to write in Winston Churchill. A dead and buried British statesmen and war leader has orders of magnitude more leadership ability than any of the babbling freaks that pass for American presidential candidates these days.
October 16, 2015 at 7:08 pm
rbj1
By the by, any recommendations on the history of the East India Company. Researching for a professor, I’ve come across a 18th Century English case stating that of course commanders of their ships held a public trust (as in Article VI of our Constitution)
Isn’t much literature on what was meant by that so I get to do original research.
October 16, 2015 at 7:54 pm
Victoria
White vinegar for cat pee. I feel your pain, especially after Husband got home from work tonight and asked “Have you been eating malted milk balls?” I said no, why? Smokey, our long-haired cat, had yet another cling-on poopie and it was a perfectly round ball that landed…in the bedroom. So…yeah.
October 17, 2015 at 10:57 am
Robbo
What I haven’t decided yet is whether our current foreign policy is based on ignorance, delusion or malice.
October 17, 2015 at 2:17 pm
The Lurker
It seems to me to arise from a witch’s brew of millennial self-absorption, arrogance without corresponding ability, and crippling naivety. Certainly competence and reasonable foresight don’t seem to enter in. It almost makes one long for the days when grown-ups (even the dim ones) were in charge.