Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Regulus Blog Entry #1,999: The Outer and Inner Space Edition -OR- Prelude to the 2,000th Post

Yes, this is Regulus Blog Entry #1,999.

Late night, and I'm back from the gym, where I had a relatively good multi-part workout, although the pool is closed -- and empty -- ahead of a scheduled three-day shutdown of the entire gym to scrub it down and repair things. Given that I am visiting my mom this weekend, I won't be able to go on Saturday -- and so won't be there again until Monday of next week.

L'Enfant Promenade on a pleasant summer day, Washington, D.C., 2:03PM August 22, 2016.


Speaking of pools, I have been having multiple dreams of late involving swimming pools -- sometimes empty, sometimes me at the bottom of it, swimming about. These dreams are always at the University of Maryland, College Park or some weird hybrid of D.C., UMCP/College Park, and the Jersey shore with an endlessly expansive UMCP campus through which I am rushing, building after building, level upon level.

Another view from L'Enfant Promenade under a summer sky fleeced with fair weather cumulus clouds, Washington, D.C., 2:05PM August 22, 2016.


I continue to be worryingly non-billable at work, but it is late August and things are very slow with the federal government in general including the agency I support. I'm doing some overhead work that should actually be helpful for the company next year as part of the continuation effort.

One of the corner towers on the Smithsonian castle at sunset, Washington, D.C., 7:34PM August 22, 2016.


Last night, I stayed late at work and then walked home, transiting the Mall -- that lawn restoration project can't conclude quickly enough; it has been going on for years now -- and heading toward Dupont Circle via Metro Center. I stopped at the really expensive restaurant Mastro's Steakhouse, where I sat at the bar and had a glass of red wine and listening to a man-and-woman doing a piano-and-singing duo act.

I'd like to have dinner at that restaurant but it ain't cheap. (For interior picture, see below in this entry.)

I then walked up to Floriana grotto bar, stopping there for about 90 minutes where I fun time, before heading home.

An aerial view of a thunderstorm and the haboob it was creating over Phoenix; photo by Ryan Vermillion taken on August 21, 2016.

This image and the directly below appeared in this CWG entry.

As for the CWG, while I like it, and I have liked participating in the internet comment section over the years, the squirrel-like infinite supply of vapid internet trolls is beginning to depress me as too many have infiltrated the comment section of the CWG entries.

I'm sick of the climate change-denying Know Nothings, the anti-Hillary fanatics, and the alt-right provocateurs that foul up everything with their ignorance and poison. And the fact that all this garbage is celebrated as the highest form of "free speech" is even more annoying.

No, I don't have a ready-made answer for it -- at least one that would pass constitutional muster.


As for the weather here, it has been sunny and seasonably warm the past two days with highs around 85F and with lower dew points (around 60F) under mostly sunny skies. This is a lot more comfortable than what we experienced last week.

It is supposed to get hotter and more humid, though, and there really isn't any chance of rain for the next several days.

There could be some tropical cyclone formation next week that potentially impacts the Southeastern U.S. coast, but not really here in the D.C. area. The "H" storm would be Hermine. Also, of note, this is the year when my name -- Richard -- occurs in the Atlantic basin, but it's unlikely that we'll get that far, or if we do, that it will be anything but a minimal storm with no effects.

A microburst over Phoenix, August 21, 2016; see above CWG entry link for info on photograph.


Oh, by the way, it was 5 years ago today -- August 23rd -- that the magnitude 5.8 earthquake occurred here on the East Coast centered about 90 miles to the SSW of D.C. in central Virginia, epicenter located in Louisa County. I was on the 9th floor of a building next to L'Enfant Plaza and it was, well, scary. (Yes, I realize I won't have this entry posted until after midnight.)


Some political commentary ...

Having lived through the Clinton Wars of the 1990s -- starting with the Arkansas Project and culminating in the Monica Lewinsky impeachment farce that got the Beltway media / pundit crowd all worked up into a mouth-foaming lather about "moral turpitude"* -- I know intellectually fully well that the lunatic, indeed, atavistic Republican right will never give Hillary a moment's peace.

The fake scandal machine is a sort of thermodynamics second law-defying perpetual motion machine that has been going more or less continuously for 25 years with only intermittent breaks.

Nevertheless, it is still emotionally exhausting and exasperating. In the current era during Hillary's run against a would-be fascist and very real megalomaniac in the form of Donald Trump, the fake scandal are "emails" and it NEVER ends with the combination of the rightwing agit-prop group Judicial Watch** and the FBI itself continually reigniting -- seemingly intentionally -- this bullshit "story" of which the mainstream whore-media never tires by "(re)finding" more and more emails.

Whether or not it will work in causing it's ultimate goal, namely, causing Hillary to lose the election -- and thus Americans to lose their country -- remains an open question (and will until the election) although all the polling evidence still indicates she is significantly ahead of Donald Trump rather than tied, if only because she is running against Donald Trump rather than a "generic Republican."

Current odds of Clinton and Trump winning the presidential election with trend line running June 8th - August 23rd, 2016.


Speaking of polls, Nate Silver has this very interesting piece about the USC Dornsife / LA Times tracking poll that consistently shows Trump doing much better than in other polls -- even ahead of Hillary. The piece is more about raw and discounted "house effects" in polls and why it's better to have outlier polls such as this one -- and adjust for it -- rather than "browbeat it" into a consensus submission.

Nate Silver's calculated raw and discounted presidential poll "house effect" as of August 23, 2016.


Notes from above

*I remember Wall-P, a.k.a., Pitty Shil, that font of Fred Hiatt's and Cokie Roberts's Beltway Received Conventional Wisdom, kept saying the phrase "moral turpitude" over and over again as if he had coined the term and was so brilliant.

"Eh. Eh. Eheheheh. At that time, I had just started out as an associate at Aching Rump and therefore my salary was only a fifth of what it is now, proving that top talent is eventually properly remunerated --"

Ohhh, shut-up, Wall-P, you legal stooge-bot.

**Be mindful that link -- to a great piece by Heather Digby Parton -- is on the site, which is frequently malware infected. Also, just navigating on that site is very difficult due to the paralyzing amount of clutter and crap.

As a concluding thought, though, I tend to agree with Jonathan Chait that Bill and Hillary really ought to just shut down the Clinton Foundation at this point. It's too much of a distraction and ready-made target.

(It was from that piece that I got the very-apt term "lunatic" to describe her GOP tormenters.)

Speaking of Jonathan Chait, he had this hilarious piece (link embedded): Mass Lesbian Farm Infiltration Is Obama's Best Scheme Yet.

This has to do with the latest fevered fantasies from the rightwing political swamp, in this case, from Jabba the Hutt himself -- that would be Rush Limbaugh -- and it has to do with a USDA outreach summit for LGBT American living in rural locations.

So Thane Maynard, a world-class publicity whore when it suited his self-aggrandizing needs, now shuts down the Cincinnati Zoo's Twitter account because he doesn't like the negative publicity. Well, my hope is that no organization or government ever provides the Cincinnati Zoo with another gorilla or any great ape of any kind.

Oh, and nobody gets a hippo until I get one first ...


For tomorrow, I'm meeting Andrea after work for some dinner and/or drinks, though unsure where. We are planning our trip to South Carolina to see the August 21st, 2017 solar eclipse.

Smithsonian castle at sunset, Washington, D.C., 7:35PM August 22, 2016.


ENTRY #2,000: The Prelude

So my next entry is the big #2,000 and I want to put some thought into it. I'm going to try to post it on Friday evening / night, but I'm unsure. As I mentioned, I am away on Saturday into Sunday to visit my mom.

For my 2,000th entry, I intend to have the full panoply -- mélange -- of characters who have appeared on this blog over the years.

This includes Wall-P and The Staff; M. WADE Tipamillyun and its Beloved Crow Creature "Oooza"; the Palka - Cabra; Gasy the Chipmun- gorilla; Shits-Off; and the Honking Goose ...

... that's forever circling the airport with boring-ass stories in hijacked social situations; and, oh, just everybody I dislike ...

...Ya gotta phonebook??


OK, that's all for now. Heading off to bed. Maybe I'll dream of swimming pools and being at the University of Maryland, College Park not going to any of my classes or doing a lick of work while trying to get a FOURTH masters degree ...

Mastro's Steakhouse bar, Washington, D.C., 8:05PM August 22, 2016.

Here is a better picture of the bar area.


OK, goodnight. (I had a picture of me in the elevator pretending to be asleep, but, as ever, I looked stupid and ugly, so I'm not posting it.)


Sunday, August 21, 2016

T-Minus 1 Year -- or 365 Days -- Exactly to the Great American Eclipse of August 21, 2017; A Forgettable Weekend (Brief Update)

I know that I said I wouldn't post another entry until late Monday / early Tuesday, but I just had to mention that ONE YEAR from today is the ...

... Great American Eclipse of August 21, 2017.

This is a total solar eclipse that I first learned about from a National Geographic article that I read in 1979 -- when I was but 9 years old and living in Long Branch, New Jersey.

The occasion of that article was the total solar eclipse of Feb. 26, 1979 that passed through parts of the Pacific Northwest.

Left: Path of the total solar eclipse of Aug. 21, 2017 across the United States (sideways).

I recall reading that article in which it stated that the next total solar eclipse in the Lower 48 would be in the year 2017 -- and I recall figuring out then that my age would be 47, a figure that was utterly and totally incomprehensible to a 9 year old.

That eclipse has been a distant mile marker in my life that has gotten slowly but relentlessly closer until now it is just 1 year way.

Complete path of the total solar eclipse of August 21, 2017.


For that eclipse, my plan is to be on the South Carolina coastline in the path of totality. Andrea and I are planning that trip -- with Imara (her husband) and, possibly, Quill. My dad is going to come up from Florida to see it. (I doubt my mom will want to go, especially since Ray really can't travel long distances.) (We are planning on reserving rooms this week since everything is going to fill up very quickly now that we are within one year of the event.)

I saw the total solar eclipse of precisely 19 years to the day later on February 26, 1998 in Guadeloupe in the French West Indies. That was an incredible experience.

Oh, yes, my friend DD has his birthday on August 21st -- and next year's is the big 4-0.


3610 Oliver St., Hyattsville, Md., 4:42PM August 20, 2016.

I took the Metro to Prince George's Plaza station and then walked to Tommy and Roni's place. I was only 3 hours late.


I'm home tonight in my wee, dimly lamp-lit efficiency, window air conditioner purring, and ensconced for the night.

It was a rough weekend, but I don't really want to delve into that. Nothing disastrous happened -- but it was too much all around. It involved the house party in Hyattsville and then meeting up with BK from NYC, who was down for the weekend. The night sort of spiraled out-of-control and at some point, I stormed from Old Ebbitt Grill and walked home, although I don't really recall that.

The 6000 block of 39th Avenue, Hyattsville, Md., 4:47PM August 20, 2016.

Hyattsville is on the same grid as Washington, D.C. -- so the 6000 block of 39th Avenue is 60 blocks north and 39 blocks east of the U.S. Capitol Building. The east-west streets are all three syllables -- following the naming convention of the "third alphabet" of D.C. streets.



The usual crap. (Oh, yes, BK later sent me a picture from Secrets.)

I had a severe hangover today.

5700 block of 40th Avenue, Hyattsville, Md., 4:53PM August 20, 2016.


As for today, I had a nice early dinner with Quill at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. The restaurant has a 5PM to 7PM bar-only happy hour -- on most nights except, I believe, Saturday -- that is far, far more reasonably priced than the rest of the fare there. (That place has the strangest interior layout and design.)

Backyard party with flip cup game, Hyattsville, Md., 6:20PM August 20, 2016.

I should have just played beer flip cup as part of the party's theme of "Beer Olympics" instead of making all those Moscow mules and dark and stormy drinks that I was able to make courtesy the vodka, rum, and ginger beer.


Later on, I went to Trade, but didn't stay there. Instead, I went to a new bar called Kingfisher located right by the corner of 14th and P Street, and then I went to No. 9, where I had a drink and talked to Bishop Charlie. Thereafter, I headed home, but I texted my neighbor / friend Fred, and we met at Exiles for an hour or so. (This is where Stetson's used to be.)

Backyard broken wooden fence peering into the overgrown yard next door, Hyattsville, Md., 6:31PM August 20, 2016.


A line of thunderstorms moved through earlier today with a burst of heavy rain. They were associated with a cold front that pushed across the mid-Atlantic and promises to usher in less humid and not-as-hot weather with highs around 85F for a few days.

Rainfall totals varied widely with KDCA getting the jackpot, as it were, in this event:

KDCA: 0.69"
KBWI: 0.38"
KIAD: 0.07"
KDMH: 0.40"

Tomorrow night is a gym night, although the pool is closed all week. Also, the gym is closed outright Wednesday - Friday for an annual scrub down.

Next weekend, I am visiting my mom on Saturday. As a result, this means no gym for me from Tuesday until next Monday. Of course, I could double up and go on Tuesday night as well. Not sure.

The triangular plot of land at 16th St. and New Hampshire Ave. NW, Washington, D.C., 4:34PM August 21, 2016.


OK, I guess that's about all for now.


Saturday, August 20, 2016

Jukebox Saturday Night for Aug. 20th, 2016: The Sky Watcher, Someone, and Same Girl Edition

Let's start with something really nice ...

"Sky Watcher" by Brian Simpson from his Out of a Dream release (2015)

The time lapse footage in this video is also truly wonderful. (The starting still image is from the movie Contact and has nothing to do with what is featured in the video.)


Next up, a nice smooth jazz instrumental by Tim Heintz ...

"Someone" by Tim Heintz from his Searching the Heart release (1997)


And we'll end with a song I've always really liked ...

"Am I the Same Girl" by Swing Out Sister from the duo's studio album Get in Touch with Yourself (1992)

This song has a somewhat complicated history. As the Keeper of All Knowledge indicates, this song was written by Eugene Record and Sonny Sanders and first recorded in 1968 by the late Barbara Acklin and subsequently in 1969 by the late Dusty Springfield. It was also redone at that time as an instrumental by Young-Holt Unlimited under the title "Soulful Strut." This popular 1992 version is by Swing Out Sister.

OK, that's all for now. Please see my previous entry for an update. My next entry will not be until late Monday or early Tuesday.


Saturday Evening Post for Aug. 20th, 2016: The Afternoon Stuck-in-Neutral Portraiture Edition

**This entry was posted August 20th, 2016.**

A new bald cypress tree planted on the sidewalk of the 1600 block of 19th Street NW, Washington, D.C., 2:00PM August 19, 2016.

This is a deciduous conifer tree (taxodium distichum), so it loses its needles seasonally. Alas, the young one growing outside the hulking mess of the Frank Reeves Center on U Street died and was removed.

A brief Saturday afternoon update ...

This is a somewhat upended Saturday from my usual routine of extended afternoon gym visit followed by evening-to-nighttime laundry and blogging and then going out late at night to some combination of my usual haunts of Floriana, Old Ebbitt, Trade, and No. 9.

Having taken the day off from work yesterday outright and gotten a haircut, grocery shopped, and gone to the gym, my idea was to have Saturday and Sunday freed up entirely. For today, I was -- still am -- going to go to Tommy and Roni's house in Hyattsville for an afternoon "Beer Olympics" party. (This is part of Andrea's group.)

The little yard belonging to one of the giant row houses in the 1900 block of 16th Street NW, Washington, D.C., 8:08PM August 19, 2016.

As I mentioned once before, in all my years in D.C., I've never actually been in ANY of these stately, multi-million dollar row houses along 16th Street -- nor do I know anyone who lives in them.


However, I didn't get up until noon today, and I'm only now finishing my laundry (at 2:30PM). I am also trying to post my Jukebox Saturday Night entry early -- but that is taking time, as is this "brief update."

I also need to get ready (shower, etc.) and then get to their place in Old Hyattsville, which will require the Metro to Prince George's Plaza and then walking.

In short, I will be at least 2 hours -- and, more likely, 2-1/2 hours late from the original 2PM invitation time. Indeed, I'm not even sure it makes sense for me to go at this point.


View from my apartment, Washington, D.C., 1:28PM August 20, 2016.


For tonight, I may be meeting Brian (BK in NYC). He's done from New York this weekend visiting his family in the Big Burn Out, Glen Burnie, and he offered to pick me up from Tommy and Roni's. (Unlike me, he has a car and has no trouble getting anywhere.)

For tomorrow, I'm meeting Quill for lunch in Bethesda.

Last night, I met Fred and Doug at Annie's, where we had a nice time. I was sort of riveted hearing Doug's story of growing up and what it is like on those rare times that he returns to his native Reeder, North Dakota.

Thereafter, I went to Floriana "grotto bar," where Dito was showing on the TV some Barbra Streisand-related things including Beyoncé singing "Memories" at, I believe, Lincoln Center, and then a young Kathy Griffin recounting, hilariously, Barbra Streisand being interviewed by Oprah and meeting "her biggest fan" -- a cancer patient, who apparently got lipstick on her.

Thereafter, we watched the preparations for Queen Elizabeth's 2007 state visit to the U.S. to Williamsburg, Va., (to mark its 400th anniversary) and Washington, D.C., including the footage of the remarkable incident in which the great photographer Annie Leibovitz asked Her Majesty if she would mind removing her crown for a photoshoot.

The look on the Queen's face alone (see above) gave the answer. (She said no.) I also suspect that is and will be the only time in Elizabeth's long reign that anybody asked her that. The good news, though, is that Annie Leibovitz was asked back to this year for additional portraits as part of the Queen's 90th birthday celebration.

Seeing George W. Bush and his wife, Laura in that little documentary reminded me of how awful his presidency and Bush himself was. And that stupid, forever-frozen expression on Laura Bush's face was also annoying. But the Washington Consensus couldn't get enough of him, and the GOP fundie base thought he was Jesus Christ.

OK, that's all for now. My Jukebox Saturday Night entry to follow shortly ...


Friday, August 19, 2016

Middle Aged Body Morphology Blues -OR- The Fugly Wugly Unpleasant Peasant; Rio Olympians Behaving Badly and Crying Sadly

The Fuca Pillar at Cape Flattery, Washington, where the Strait of Juan de Fuca merges with the Pacific Ocean.


I'm very chagrined and unhappy.

My erstwhile fatness is apparently BLOBBING OUT ENORMOUSLY all over again after several years. I have put on at least 10 pounds since my minimum weight of late 2014, and at least half of that, I know, is PURE GELANTIOUS FAT, which makes GOD, YEA, VERILY, DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY.

I was up to 152 pounds (after a full workout) and I always look like an ashen-gray leprechaun whose ugly likeness should be hanging on a car's rear-view mirror (along with some fuzzy dice) to act as a sort of Travelers' Patron Saint and Lucky Charm.

What's worse is my "natural" middle-aged peasant body morphology: shortness; weak, little arms; pot belly; jiggly and fat ass; facially ugly, and frizzy ashen gray hair that looks like a hybrid between Bozo the Clown and male pattern baldness (not because I'm losing any hair -- far from it -- but because of the interplay of certain types of light and that damn ashen color that makes it look almost like my skin color). Oh, and I can't smile because the shadow from my oversized nose often makes it look like I'm missing a front tooth.

There are few people on this planet who photograph uglier than I do.

You morons. What are you, two of Jerry's Kids??

(Assuming this isn't Photo-shopped. You never know.)


But at least I have my BELOVED BETROTHED -- or is it BETROLLED? -- BIG Y'EYEMAH and her HUEUEUEUEUEGE HOLDINGS to love me and coo AT ME ...

"A hehehehe ... I think you're cute. I always thought you could add a few pounds!"


See, in GOD YAHWEH-THREE-IN-ONE's TRIUNE UNIFIED Reality, BIG Y'EYEMAH is cooing like this -- all while eating a corndog and drinking a 64-ounce Dr. Pepper ...

... while I'm in an apoplectic rage, grand-mal seizure Bell's (pepper?) palsied face-contorted (sort of like Hysterically G., only totally furious), twitching uncontrollably, and screaming to the world around me, "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU, TOO! DIE! DIE! DIE! AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Oh, and I get banned from ANOTHER awful place. Or another shitty, failed friendship comes to a merciful end. Meanwhile, she just chuckles warmly.

Here I am feeding, or rather, drinking ANOTHER goddamn vodka whatever.

I actually hate liquor. Fine. But I don't know how to be a teetotaling closet-case living in some shitty Southern McMansion gated community with a bunch of morbidly obese neighbors, singing praises to Jesus while He Saves at Walmart.


Truthfully, and more than anything, I just can't stand -- indeed detest -- how I look like an ashen gray leprechaun. When I mention my parents to people -- at least twice now in the past week -- I get incredulous looks that someone as ugly and old as I can still have living parents.

Oh, look, everybody, it's me.


This wasn't the entry I had in mind but I'm way too tired after just 5 hours of sleep last night and a full day. I didn't go to the gym tonight -- it was a non-gym night. What's more, my gym is closing for a 3-day late August lull-time summer cleaning. In addition, the pool is closed for nearly a week. What's more, my next two Saturday plans are such that I won't be able to make it.

That being the case, I'm taking a few hours off tomorrow morning and going. I'll also try to go again on Monday and/or Tuesday before the shutdown and what amounts to about a week off. By the time I return, I'll be back to looking like this ...

As it is, my multi-part gym routine of the past few years is failing to keep up with my middle-aged all-around failure.


I was going to post much more -- including the unlikely one-day story that quite interested me ... No, not the catastrophic flooding in Louisiana after 2 feet of rain in 72 hours last weekend ...

... or the Syrian Gov't or Russian airstrikes in the hellhole that is Aleppo that produced this ...

... but rather the far-less-consequential phony Ryan Lochte robbery-at-gunpoint story at the Rio Games, which blossomed today practically into an international diplomatic incident between Brazil and the United States.

This purported robbery -- which really involved a drunken fracas around 7AM at a gas station where they had gone in a taxi -- followed a night of partying and heavy drinking, first at a Rio night club and perhaps a private party (or two) Saturday night into Sunday morning (following completion of their swimming competitions).

The situation involves Lochte, age 32, and his teammates Jack Conger, 21; Gunnar Bentz, 20; and James Feigen, 26. When discrepancies in their stories emerged, the police investigated -- and pulled Conger and Bentz off a flight. Lochte managed to hightail it out of there, though, and is back in the States.

Jack Conger and Gunnar "Gunny Bunny" Bentz...

Dumb, spoiled, privileged punks.

The incident -- captured at least in part on video -- happened at a gas station and reportedly includes vandalism, urinating on the building, being briefly detained by an armed security guard at the gas station until they paid about $50 for the damage and then later filing false police reports.Brazilian authorities are very agitated given the particulars -- and their sensitivities, given what a truly violent-crime-plagued city is Rio and very real multiple crimes committed against other Olympic athletes and officials during the Games.

Ryan Lochte is truly a frickin' self-absorbed narcissist, not to mention incredibly dumb. And what a nice way to throw under the his teammates and friends. Jackass. Apparently, the lying-to-the-police part started when Lochte told his mother the robbery story and then (apparently because she didn't know it was a lie and she should keep her mouth shut) she blabbed to the media.

As an update, Bentz and Conger were allowed to leave Brazil earlier tonight -- as the picture directly shows (amid a media frenzy). Bentz looks particularly traumatized by the whole thing. Good. That means he's less likely to do shit like that again. As for Feigen, he hasn't been allowed to go just yet.


Compare that mess to the French pole vaulter -- Renaud Lavillenie -- who was booed by the frickin' Brazilians two nights in a row and started to cry even after winning a silver medal. Classless a-holes. That's the kind of stuff you expect from fans at a Saturday night high school American football.

Renaud Lavillenie cries while being booed on a second night at the Rio games this past Tuesday after he won the silver medal.


At least the Brazilian guy who won -- Thiago Braz da Silva -- and a former Olympic pole vaulting gold medalist were decent to him afterwards ...

A wonderful picture: Brazilian pole vaulting gold medalist Thiago Braz da Silva and former Soviet Olympics pole vaulting gold medalist Sergey Bubka meet and console Renaud Lavillenie after the booing incident in Braz da Silva's home country.

OK, maybe Lavillenie shouldn't have compared himself to Jesse Owens in Berlin in 1936 after the first night, but as he said in his apology tweet, it was a "hot reaction," and his anger is understandable. I mean, imagine, if you will, spending all those years to achieve that kind of world-class excellence and then have that shit happen at the Olympics at what should be a pinnacle moment in your life ...?

This wasn't the Cold War-era 1980 "Miracle on Ice" Soviet Union versus the United States hockey teams (which, yes, I remember), so no need for booing.


But I'm too ugly, old, and tired to write at present, so I'm signing off for now.

Maybe I'll never update the blog again. But I'm so close to frickin' entry #2,000 -- this is entry #1,995 -- that I suppose I'll post at least five more. However, I doubt I'll be able to time it for a jukebox Saturday night entry as I did with entry #1,000 almost three years ago to the day. (So far, Wall-P and his ilk haven't removed those music videos, although the lead one is a replacement one.)

OK, that's all for now.

Oh, yes, one last item: I finally cleaned out my window air conditioner filter -- I had basically forgotten to do it for the past few years -- and it was disgusting. But now it's clean and the a/c is working quite well. It's actually cool in this tiny dust trap of an apartment.