Friday randomizer activated

A Friday Haiku

Its St. Urho’s Day

He chased out the grasshoppers

And saved the grape crop.

St. Urho’s Day

March 16th is St. Urho’s Day. St. Urho is the patron Saint who, like St. Patrick who drove the snakes out of Ireland, drove the grasshoppers out of Finland, thus saving their grape crop.

And like St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Finnish on St. Urho’s Day. We wear purple (although green is acceptable as well. People will just think your celebrating that other holiday early), and we drink purple beer.

And don’t forget to shout: Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen! Which means, grasshopper, grasshopper, go to Hell!

“Is this for real?” you ask.

To which I reply, we even have statues!

So, I ask you, would anyone put up statues to a made-up Saint? I think not.

Weigh-In Friday

Nothing to see here. Move along.

I’m still above 200 pounds and nowhere near my goal of 185.

Feel free to mock me.

Trombones and me

I’m still practicing. Surprised? I’m up to lesson 4 of the YouTube series “Beginning Band with Mr. Walls.”

I’m trying to take it slowly so as to avoid the frustration of attempting to do things before I’m ready and spraining a lip muscle.

Hey, strained lip muscles are a thing!

To give you an idea of just how exciting Mr. Walls is, here he shows us how to lube our slide.

Yes, lubing our slide is a thing, too.

By the by, if ya’ll get a sudden hankering to learn a band instrument like I did, Mr. Walls also has lessons for the trumpet, alto saxaphone, ckarinet, and flute.

Saying goodbye

This week the world lost a literal genius. I know that word gets thrown around pretty carelessly to describe any schmuck who people admire, but real genious is very rare and we just witnessed the passing of one.

Goodbye, Stephen Hawking. The world’s collective I.Q. dropped significantly the day he died.

And in a world led by ignoramuses like trump, who in turn are idolized by millions of doltish trumpanzees, the loss of Hawking’s pioneering spirit and unique intelligence looms large.

Last word

Its the weekend, and a great one for excessive drinking, if that’s your thing and you do it responsibly.

Starting today, enjoy purple beers, if you can find them, to celebrate St. Urho’s Day. Then when you get up tomorrow, you get to start all over by drinking green beer in celebration of St. Patrick’s Day.

Its a food-colored beer party two-fer. Enjoy. Stay safe. Find a designated driver.

Here’s a song to get you started from the Finnish alternative rock band, Uniklubi:



Friday and the week in review

A Friday Haiku

Seventeen shot dead

In another school shooting

Thoughts, prayers, useless.

Another school shooting

You would think after Columbine, we’d have done something. Wasn’t that a horrific enough tragedy?

But no, nothing was done. And Sandy Hook, where innocent grade schoolers were killed. America was sick to it’s stomach by that one.

Still, nothing was done.

Now 17 dead at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Members of Congress shed their crocodile tears, send their thoughts and prayers, but do nothing while cashing their bribes from the National Rifle Association.

How many more children need to die before the parents and survivors finally rise up enmasse to confront the spineless members of Congress and demand action?

What will it take to wake up our government to the gun epidemic in this country?

It only took one mass school shooting in 1996 for Australia to do something.

Trump sent his thoughts and prayers, then dared to blame the school, the families, students, and law enforcement for doing nothing, knowing the shooter was mentally unstable.

Actually, you orange turd, they did do something. They notified the FBI, but because you rescinded the Obama-era initiative aimed at helping keep the guns out of the hands of the mentally unfit, the FBI couldn’t do anything and the shooter was free to legally purchase the weapon used to commit this heinous crime.

Blood is on trump’s hands, as well as the hands of every congressperson the NRA has bought and paid for.

In fact, trump is also to blame because he is such an intolerate, hatefilled asshole, his attitude has has given the green light to every bigot, racist, mysoginist, homophobe and the like that their type of behavior is now not only tolerated but encouraged. They are out there openly spewing their hate and invoking trump’s name.

The shooter, as it turns out, was a member of a white supremacist group and was trained by them.

He was a homegrown, trump-approved domestic terrorist.

But rest assured, the outrage over this new tragedy will soon pass, nothing even resembling gun reform will be proposed, and the NRA will keep sending out it’s blood money.

Then we all get to pretend we care when the next mass shooting happens.

And gunnuts everywhere get to caress and fondle their handguns and rifles secure in the knowledge that no one is ever going to take their murder machines away.

Weigh-In Friday

I gained a pound, although my phone app for our scale didn’t record it, so we’ll pretend the gain didn’t happen.

If anyone is looking for a poster boy for yoyo dieting… right here.

You did What?

I pulled a shoulder muscle while sleeping. Don’t ask me how, but I woke up Sunday morning with pain shooting through my shoulder blade.

It still throbs today. I’ve been using rubs and taking pain meds (something I rarely do), yet I can’t get comfortable trying to fall asleep and the pain wakes me up when I finally do.

I haven’t done any arm exercises because of it and even when running, because you swing your arms, it hurts.

I don’t know what I did but I wish it would heal already. It’s making me cranky and I suspect because I’ve been sleeping poorly, it is responsible for the weight gain.

The Winter Olympics

I’d be remiss if I didn’t throw a shout-out to all those great athletes from every country joining together in the spirit of athletic competition.

I believe the Olympics should be free of political distractions, so it angers me when pence and his wife refused to stand when the Korean delegation entered. That just made America look petty. His stupidity reflects on all of us internationally.

I guess when he protests by not standing, that’s all right, that’s different when black athletes don’t stand.

I’d also like to point out to everyone who kept reposting a pic of the North Korean leader’s sister throwing eye daggers at pence as if they all approved of it because pence, the fact is, her hate isn’t directed at pence the way ours is. She probably doesn’t even know pence from Adam. She’s glaring at what he represents: the United States of America.

She’s glaring through a lens of hate that has been indoctrinated into all North Koreans since birth that America is evil, the Great Satan, out to destroy their lives, their country, and their very way of life.

She doesn’t know a thing about his hateful beliefs, his prejudices, his anti-gay stance, his belief in conversion therapy, not any of that.

She’s just an evil product of an evil totalitarian regime glaring at her country’s enemy.

In fact, if she knew pence like we know him and how he is part of a great fascist movement bent on destroying the America we all know and love, she’d probably be high-fiving him instead of glaring.

Consider that the next time you feel imclined to share her glare.

And finally, I should point out that Chloe Kim, who won Gold in the Women’s Halfpipe, is the daughter of immigrant parents.

Last word

Go have a great weekend. Monday is President’s Day. Go buy some furniture on sale or whatever it is we’re supposed to do on President’s Day.

I leave you, as always, with a song.


Random Friday

A Friday Haiku

Government shut down,
Congress cannot do their job,
Vote all the bums out.

Weigh-in Friday

I’m fighting another cold or maybe the same one. I’ve been sick most of this year so far with colds and a bout of bronchitis. Because of the cold this week, I didn’t run or exercise and yet, my body was always wanting fuel, probably to battle the cold.

So I was expecting to have gained weight when I stepped on the scale, but surprise! I had lost 0.8 pounds.

Don’t ask me how.

2018 Government Shutdown #2


If you blinked, you missed it, but it was there. The government shutdown for about six hours or so because several Senators delayed the vote until past the midnight deadline.

Specifically, Senators Rand Paul (R-Kentucky) and Mike Lee (R-Utah), suddenly had a conscience over how this budget plan would bust the deficit wide open, completely forgetting that they had signed the #GOPTaxScam about six weeks ago without any qualms whatsoever. Not a peep.

But see, according to conservative logic, the tax bill is all right because even though it will blow up the deficit, it puts money back into the “people’s” pockets. Granted, when conservatives talk about the “people”, they don’t mean you and I, the middle class, or the working class struggling to make ends meet, they mean the wealthy, the rich, the well-to-do.

This budget plan they just passed, however, is a spending plan and conservatives don’t like that. Conservatives don’t like to spend money unless it’s for the military. Anything else, to them, is considered an entitlement and should be cut.

So you see, there are good deficits and bad deficits, according to conservatives. Good deficits happen when they are giving the rich a tax break, but if you spend money to feed and house the poor, give medical aid to the elderly,  or educate children, then that leads to bad deficits.

Oh, and see you in a few weeks, this Continuing Resolution is only good until March 23rd, when we get to go through the whole shutdown scare again.

Backwards and in high heels

This 1982 Frank and Ernest cartoon by Bob Thaves seems apropos for events this week:


Only now it should read, don’t forget that Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-California) held the House floor for 8 hours, giving the longest speech in that chamber for at least a century, sipping only water, while in four inch heels.

That’s impressive. You go, girl.

Last Word

I hope everyone has a great weekend.

I leave you, not necessarily with a song, but a movie clip of Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.



It’s Friday!

A Friday Haiku

Fountain pens write with

An elegance and beauty.

They’re usable art.

Weigh-In Friday

After last week’s significant weight loss, this week I gained some of that back to the tune of 1.3 pounds.

I blame the night of baked fish and vegetables. My body obviously rebelled against healthy eating, thinking I was trying to starve it.

Won’t make that mistake again.

Time for new shoes

It’s getting close to the time I should start researching and shopping for new running shoes.

My current shoes were purchased last spring. I had two pair, actually. A pair of Brooks Adrenalize GTS 17 and a pair of Hoka One One Clidton 3.

I have my Brooks to ky older son several months ago when I noticed he was running on a pair of Asics that were several years old, so I’ve been running exclusively on the Clintons.

I really like the Clintons. They don’t have the stability of the Brooks, but they provide much more cushioning.

I like cushioning. Even though I’ve evolved from a heel striker to landing midfoot, I still land rather heavy (I am overweight).

Therefore, because I love doing research, I’ll be doing that for the next few weeks or so, narrowing down my choices of a nice chushioned running shoe.

If you have any suggestions, I’d like to hear them.


I’ve recently become more interested in jazz. I mean, I’ve always had a slifht interest in it from the first moment I heard “Chameleon” from Herbie Handcock’s Headhunters album on the radio way back in the day.

I became interested in what was then called jazz fusion, a blending of rock, R&B, and jazz that had it’s heyday in the 1970s. I enjoyed the music of Return to Forever, Al DiMeola, Weather Report, Jean Luc Ponty, Larey Coryell, Jan Hammer, Tony Williams, and Billy Cobham, to name a few.

But I also came to jazz indirectly from my father’s love of Dave Brubeck, as well. I mean, really, who among us hasn’t thought our parents’ music was lame? So, it wasn’t until many, many years later, after my father passed and I inherited all his 10-inch vinyl jazz records that I started to become more interested in traditional jazz.

And of course, that interest translated into research. Yes, I love doing research, reading and learning everything I can on a certain subject.

Which brings me to the etymology of the word jazz and the above meme that the word might not mean what you think it means.

Rather than regurgitate what I learned, it’ll be simpler to post a link to the website, “A Passion for Jazz! Music History & Education,” and their article, The Etymology of Jazz.


State of the Uniom

I’m not even going to talk about that orange turd’s pathological lying. He even tweeted he had the highest audience rating in history!

A fact that was easily debuncted. His ratings were the lowest in the last 25 years. Are his supporters that gullible?

In fact, all his lies are easily fact-checked. Are his supporters just that lazy, that ignorant, or simply so hateful of everything good and righteous in America that they want to see it all dragged down and destroyed?

Because if they loved America and what it stands for, it’s diversity and opportunity for all, and the entire concept of America as the melting pot of the world, then they’d see trump as the hateful, bigoted, xenophobic, un-American elitist that he really is.


Keep resisting. Keep on fighting the good fight. Don’t let the trump regime normalize facism and hatred.

End Note

Hope everyone has a great weekend. Since I mentioned it above, I’ll leave you with Chameleon.


It’s random Friday

A Friday Haiku

Government shutdown

Trump was nowhere to be seen

Where are the adults?

It’s hard to write a haiku about a government shutdown because Continuing Resolution is eight syllables.

Weigh-In Friday

Let’s start out the week in review with some good news (to offset the angry rants toward the end).

The scale says (say that like Richard Dawson doing “Family Feud”), I lost 1.7 pounds! Yowza!

And that was all done through exercise. My diet lately is less than ideal. A homemade egg and cheese McMuffin for breakfast. Ham and cheese or PB&J sandwiches for lunch, a Siggi’s yogurt and an apple or clementine for a midday snack. And then our normal overly processed dinner, although this week was probably worse than normal, which is why that weight loss number is rather surprising.

Here’s a review of our evening meals:

Monday — chilidogs and chilifries

Tuesday — pizza from Jet’s Pizza

Wednesday — a boxed dinner similar to Chicken Helper only Velveeta’s version

Thursday — since my wife was at a work-sponsored event and it was just my teenaged son and I, we had Jeno’s Pizza Rolls (a 90 count and 40 count bag, if you’re keeping score).

Yeah, I probably just gave any nutritionists reading this nightmares.

Run, Ferret, Run

It was a good week for running. I ran last Friday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

After a sporadic November and December and then being laid low by bronchitis for two weeks, I’m taking it slow to get back into proper running shape. I don’t want to rush it and end up with a stress injury.

My runs at this point have been for 15 minutes at 5 mph. An easy pace that doesn’t leave me gasping for breathe.

The last three runs, I increased the time to 16 minutes, and the average pace was slowly increased by 0.1 mph increments to 5.3. Last night’s run, after I hit a mile, I increased the last five minutes of the run to 6 mph.

Tonight, I’ll increase the time to 17 minutes and set the pace to 5.5 mph.

I’m way off my personal bests of last year where I was running 5k in about 29 minutes. But as I said, although I’m impatient and chomping at the bit to get back to that faster pace (which is why I finished last night’s run at 6 mph), I know it’s best for my health if I keep taking it slow for now.

Government Shutdown and another C.R.

As a Federal employee, I’m really getting fed up with not knowing if I’ll have a job at the end of each of these Continuing Resolutions. I really wish Congress would agree to a real budget instead of kicking the can down the road every few weeks.

It’s ironic because I took my Federal job for several reasons. First, I believe in serving my country. I was a Boy Scout, in the U.S. Navy, worked part time in college for the local school system, and now I’m a Fed. Second, my work history was rather woeful. I worked for close to a dozen private companies that all folded underneath me, leaving me unemployed. The last one happened at the start of 2009 during the recession and I was unemployed for nearly two years. The longer I was unemployed, the less employable I became because my job skills were no longer “up to date.” So, I applied for a Federal position thinking it would provide job security.

Job security! That’s funny in retrospect since every end of the fiscal year we go through these rounds of failed budgets and Continuing Resolutions to keep the government funded for just a few weeks more. We’ve suffered through threats of shutdowns and actual shutdowns, the one in 2013 lasted 19 days. This one, three. And we’re looking forward to another threat on February 8th, when this C.R. ends.

Join the Federal workforce they said, it’ll be fun they said. Right, the pay is low, the benefits are shrinking, the GOP demonizes us, and there’s always the threat of losing our jobs.

Good times.

Winter Wonderland?

I don’t know how your winter is going, but ours is all screwed up. We live in Wisconsin, Milwaukee specifically. Our annual average snowfall is about 52.4 inches (133 cm) per winter. And our average high temperature in January is 28 °F (-2 °C) and the average low is 13 °F (-11 °C).

This winter, we’ve experienced a few weeks of subzero weather (Fahrenheit-wise) alternating with unusually above average temperatures.

Earlier this week it rained all day Monday, it turned to snow on Tuesday, and today they’re predicting temperatures near 50 °F (10 °C).

At one point, South Carolina had more snow from that one freak snowstorm several weeks ago than we had received all winter long.

I’m not complaining, mind you. I hate shoveling. And I have yet to need our snowblower.

Granted, we still have plenty of time. March of 2017 we were hit with a record setting snowfall totalling nearly a foot and a half of snow in some parts of the city.

So, I’ll shut up now before the Fates hear me.

Milwaukee’s Racing Sausages

For more than 25 years, the Milwaukee-based Klement Sausage Company has been synonymous with the Milwaukee Brewers’ world famous Racing Sausages.

But this year, that all changed. The Milwaukee Brewers abruptly, and without explanation, broke off negotiations, and then signed with another company. Furthermore, the Brewers completely denied Klement’s any chance to make a counter-offer or renegotiate.

It was a dick move on the part of the Milwaukee Brewers. That isn’t how you treat a 25 year working relationship.

Many fans began to speculate who the new company might be. There are a lot of great sausage companies in Wisconsin, including the other Milwaukee-based sausage maker, Usinger’s, which already has Bob Uecker, the Milwaukee Brewers’ radio announcer, as a spokesperson.

There’s also Cher-Make Sausage based out of Manitowoc, Wisconsin, the Sheboygan Bratwurst Company, and Old Wisconsin Sausage Company, just to name a few.

Did the Brewers select any of those?

Nooooo. They went with Johnsville.

Yes, that Johnsonville. The one that donates tens of thousands of dollars to the campaign fund of our crazed conservative governor, a puppet of the Koch Brothers, who slavishly passes their ALEC-influenced agenda that is ruining our state.

The Brewers couldn’t have made a worse choice. Combine that with how wretchedly they treated Klement’s in doing so, makes this a decision that will leave a bad taste in the mouths of Brewers fans for years.

To show our displeasure with the backstabbing treatment of Klement’s, Brewers fans should collectively turn their backs on the Sausage Races this year.

I know I will. They’ll always be the Klement’s Racing Sausages to me.

Last word

And that brings another week to an end. Hope you have a great weekend. Go support Klement’s sausages and boycott Johnsonville.

I think tonight I’ll grill some Klement’s sausages in our 50 °F weather to show solidarity.

I leave you, as always, with a song. Enjoy.



Friday Roundup

A Friday Haiku

If you’re sick, stay home

That’s good advice to follow

But who gets sick leave?

It’s Flu Season

I heard a new study that shows the flu can be spread through the simple act of breathing. A person with flu doesn’t need to cough or sneeze to spread the infection, they spew their germs everywhere just by exhaling.

The recommendation from doctors? If you are sick, stay home. That way you don’t spread the infection to all your co-workers.

The problem with that advice? Who gets sick leave any more? Most people have combined leave; they only get so many hours per month for keave and they have to share it between both vacation time as well as sick time. And because of that, people are reluctant to stay home when they are sick because they don’t want to use up all their leave they were saving for a vacation to the Corn Palace.

Isn’t it time for a Federal regulation mandating every worker gets sick time, in addition to their regular leave time?

That way, when someone gets sick, they stay home and don’t infect the entire office. Isn’t paying one person to stay home cheaper than losing an entire office to the same illness? One man hour versus half a dozen or more lost man hours?

Weigh-In Friday

After taking a wrong turn with my diet and exercise regimen, I believe I’m back on track. Despite still not feeling 100%, I ran twice this week and plan to run tonight after work.

And the scale says I’m down 1.6 pounds from last week. Woot!

How to know what is the correct side of an issue?

It used to be difficult knowing which side of an issue to take. Both sides often had reasoned, well thought out arguments to persuade you their side is the correct one. You had to determine where you stood using logic and critical thinking skills.

And even when you made a decision, you could still be swayed to the other side by intelligent, cogent debate or when presented new facts about the subject.

But in today’s political climate, all that has changed. Now it’s a very simple matter to make a decision, to form an opinion, and to choose where you stand on an issue.

It’s incredible how simple it is.

Just look at any issue, even one you know absolutely nothing about and all you have to do is figure out where trump stands on that issue, and then you take the exact opposite view.

For example, DACA. He wants to end it, therefore, the correct position is to be for seeing it continue.

The recent GOP tax plan that passed. He supported it, therefore the correct stance was to be against it.

Net Neutrality. He wanted to end it, therefore the correct position is to support it’s continuation.

By following this simple advice, you will always be on the correct side of the issue, any issue, every single time.

Now I’m not saying that you no longer need to be informed or educated on political issues, civics, and current events. On the contrary, an informed and intelligent electorate is needed to battle the current fascist regime ignorance (and an archaic Electoral College) installed.

The Resistance will only succeed by staying on top of current events and by making our voices heard.

The Fake News Awards

Look, I hate giving the orange turd and his ignorant paranoid views any additional coverage, but the very thought of a (fake) President furthering his own anti-American agenda by discrediting legitimate news outlets should appall every American, regardless of political affiliation.

The orange turd is doing what every totalitarian regime has done throughout history, and continues to do to this day, trying to keep the public uninformed and in the dark about what he is really doing, which is betraying our allies, cuddling up with our biggest enemy, Russia, and tearing down all our rights, freedoms, and protections to create an elitist oligarchy that will only benefit his own greedy self-interests. He is trampling upon the Constitution of the United States, the Bill of Rights, and everything that makes this country great.

His Fake News Awards are just another step in that process. By delegitimizing the Fourth Estate, and legitimizing the hateful white supremicists at Breitbart and FoxNews, he is trying to establish an official state news organization similar to the Soviet Union’s communist-controlled Pravda.

He must be stopped. We must continue to resist. We cannot allow the normalization of hatred, bigotry, racism, homophobia, and sexism to continue unabated.

We must, all of us, continue to stand vigilant against the approaching oppression and fascism. Evil, like cockroaches, scurries for cover when exposed to the light of truth.

Final Word

I apologize. I didn’t mean to get that heavy-handed with my post, but sometimes you can’t help but shout in anger and frustration when faced with the continual onslaught of negative hate-filled news from the White House.

Therefore, I’ll try to keave younwith an upbeat happy song. And no, it’s not “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” or even “Happy.”

This one is somewhat okd school:

This one is more recent, even if it does seem like a tourist jingle:

Enjoy and have a good weekend.

Keep resisting. And stay healthy.


Typical Random Friday Stuff

A Friday Haiku

I ran this morning

First morning run since July

Damned dog wanted out

(Damned is just one syllable, right?)

Don’t let failure define you

Face it, we all have setbacks. Just when we think we have this fitness thing figured out — we understand to lose weight we must expend more calories than we take in, we’ve made our exercise routine a daily habit, we’re reaching our goals — something happens and we find ourselves finding reasons why we can’t exercise today and a day becomes a week and that ice cream looks damned tasty and suddenly we’re 7 pounds heavier. (Wasn’t that sentence cringe-worthy?)

Well, my friends, there is no point in beating yourself up over it. Acknowledge it happened and get back on that horse that threw you and pick up where you left off.

(Speaking of horses, I’ve only actually ever been on a real horse once or twice in my life, not including pony rides as a kid. Do they even still have pony rides and are today’s kids as excited as our generation was to ride one or are they too busy SnapChatting?)

Anyway, I fell off that horse, um, the metaphorical one, not a real one, and my running schedule had become erratic of late.

Once it was an every day morning ritual in June, but as the days grew shorter and the mornings became darker, I stopped the morning runs and told myself I’d run after work. That worked for a short time, but other areas of life started intruding and my runs became less frequent and the pounds I was so proud of losing found their way back.

Now I could just mope around and eat another pound and a half bag of Mrs. Fisher’s potato chips (did you hear they will have to reformulate the recipe because of the ban on partially hydrogenated oils? Nooooooo!) or I could get back on that horse (the metaphorical one, of course. After all, it’s been 40 years since I rode that real one and it’s probably long dead by now) and pick up where I left off.

Thus, I ran this morning. As the Friday haiku says, first morning run since July. Granted, I didn’t get up on my own. I had sone unwanted help from a little dog who needed to go outside, yet despite that I still did it. I could have just as easily let him out and returned to bed, but instead I carried my gear down, changed, and jumped on the treadmill.

It’s a start. And that’s all we can do — start and hope it becomes a habit again.

Accept each setback as just another challenge to be overcome. Failure is a bully and it feeds on your disappointment. Don’t let failure win; kick it’s ass and then laugh in its face.


I forgot to congratulate my niece, who ran her first half-marathon, the Minnesota Monster Dash Half Marathon on October 28th. I didn’t even know she was a runner!

Way to go, Erin!

Weigh-In Friday

My results here are all screwed up. I haven’t officially recorded my weight since it started rising. And I was so proud I had finally dropped below 200.

As I hinted at above, I had gained a bit, but this week I lost. I’m down 4 pounds from the peak weight a few weeks ago.

I’ll start posting real numbers once I drop below 200 again. Until then, let’s just pretend this never happened. OK?

Cold weather detailing

Now that the temperatures are dropping, I haven’t been detailing my cars every day or so like I was in the summer.

Each morning, or evening, I took some detail spray and a microfiber cloth to each car until it was clean and shiney, free of all the everyday dust and gunk that accumulates on them as they sit outside all day exposed to the elements.

My wife’s Jetta always came home with these long, thin brown nodules (around 1-1/2 centimeters in length and about 1 or 2 millimeters wide) that I’d have to loosen gently with my thumb nail before the detail spray could clean the area. She said they were from the trees around her parking lot and can’t be avoided. (Maybe in the dark of night some time I’ll go cut them all down.)

At least the cold weather has eliminated the problem of tree sap, but it brings another: How to keep the paint shining when it’s too cold to use detail spray? Or even handwash?

This is my first winter since I’ve become detailing knowledgable and I seriously don’t know.

I did put in some Klasse High Gloss Sealant Glaze to help protect the finish, but that doesn’t solve the desire to have the cars shine.

Do I bite the bullet and run the cars through a machine wash once a week? Or do I live with road salt and slush spray until it becomes warm enough to handwash again?

We ran the Jetta through a car wash last week. I didn’t realize until we were in line with no turning back that it used brushes. Oy. I still cringe thinking about it and the paint swirls it might have introduced.

How do you keep your cars shining in winter?

That’s all folks!

And that wraps up another Friday blog. For the sake of my own blood pressure, I avoided politics. Not that there isn’t anything to say, I mean, that ignorant orange turd provides plenty of fodder for commentary; as well as the House GOP passing a tax bill that lines the pockets of giant corporations and millionaires, including the orange turd himself, at the expense of the poor and middle class; not to mention that Alabama voters are going to show the entire world just how fucked up their priorities are by voting in a child molester just because they don’t want a liberal; and of course, after years of warning the public about how bad the XL Pipeline would be, fighting to prevent it from being built, the damned thing proved us right by causing a 210,000 gallon spill in South Dakota!

But all that shit would require dozens of column inches to properly castigate and instead I think I’d rather wish everyone a pleasant weekend.

We’re expecting some snow, but with luck, not enough to prevent me from putting up my outside Christmas decorations.

And so, I’ll leave you with a song to get the weekend started. Not a Christmas song, Hell no, it’s too freaking early for that. Just a fun, enjoy the weekend kind of song.

Stay warm. Eat right. Exercise. And don’t forget to punch a Nazi.