Well, My Fucking Father changed my bedspread.  He put in a powerstrip at the outlet where I plug in the fan; don't know why he thinks I need that.  And, of course, he rearranged my three pairs of slippers.

Fuck it.  I am going to order the slippers in a neat row, but upside-down.  Let's see if he turns them right-side up.  Let's see if he's OCD enough to invade my bedroom again.  Let's see if he really, really doesn't have a goddamn hobby.

Don't Send A Man To Do A Woman's Job

Got home from last night's U. S. Open Cup Semifinal, where the Loons gave up the goddamn motherfucking Game-winning Goal to Austin in the goddamn motherfucking final Minute in Extra Time.  They had home-pitch advantage through the Final two Weeks from now, but like every goddamn motherfucking Minnesota sports team, they snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.  Oh, and the Twinks got beat by the Yankees.  Again.

This was about to be a horrific local sports night, compounded when I heard on the radio on my way home that the Lynx were trailing after three Quarters by 14 Points at Golden State.  But imagine my surprise when, before I hit the shower, I checked my phone again and saw that the Lynx beat the Valkyries, 75-74!!!  I was about get real down on them, but shit, those women don't get rattled a lot!  Maybe they will win it all after all.  They're the only team to have swept their First Round series; every other series is going the maximum three Games, being played either tonight or tomorrow night.  The rest the Lynx get, and that their upcoming opponent won't get, should play a big factor in the Semifinal.

And once again, the Lynx act like queens while the male sports teams in town act like a bunch of fuckin' chumps.  Never, ever send a man to do a woman's job.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

Positive Numbers: Lynx (Last Week: -2).  It's interesting when a team plays another team back-to-back when it's the last Game of the regular season and the first Game of the playoffs.  That's the case with the Lynx and The Golden State Valkyries.  The Lynx crushed the Valks at Target Center by 19 Thursday to ensure G State would be the 8-Seed -- and face the Lynx in the best-of-3 First Round, Game 1 of which was won by Minnesota by 29, also at home Sunday afternoon.  I continue to worry that they will express traits of a Minnesota team and lose when they shouldn't.  But last/Tuesday night, both Las Vegas and Atlanta, the next two top Seeds that I think will give the Lynx fits, failed to close out their First Round series and will have to play a Game 3 tomorrow/Thursday night.  Meanwhile, Minnesota has to fly out to the Bay and play Game 2 tonight/Wednesday night.  I really don't think they're going to have a problem winning (crosses fingers).  If that's the case and the other contenders get more tread worn off because they need to play an extra Game, that's good for the Lynx, right?  That's why they're in Positive Numbers this Week.

#0: United FC (Re-Entry!).  When my alma mater's football Game got delayed by three fucking hours due to lightning, it put a crimp in my evening plans.  Still, I thought about going to the Black Hart all the way in St. Paul to watch the Loons' important Match on the road against San Diego FC, tops in the West hosting second in the West.  Thought better of it because I had work in the morning, so I watched on Apple TV instead ... and dammit, I wish I was with my people, because I can't think of a Win that was both more satisfying and more meaningful than their 3-1 victory.

Reading up on the chatter, it still feels to me like MNUFC is disrespected.  While it does rely on the fact that this XI mainly counteracts and gives up possession almost obsessively, writers still marvel at how they keep winning despite their play.  Shit, man, I guess we Loons fans are surprised, too, but they remain The Most Aggressive Set-Piece Team In The World because they fucking score, like the first Goal, turned in by Anthony Markanich (and what a signing he has turned out to be!) with his head at the back post in the 74th Minute.  Carlos Harvey turned in the Game-winner three Minutes later, and finally, belying the history of new United FC signings starting off quietly, pickup Nectarios Triantis did this in Injury Time:

I don't know if this was payback for the half-pitch golazo that SDFC player did at Allianz Field, but regardless, that was fucking sweet ... almost as sweet as inching closer to these gate-crashers for the top spot in the West by winning on their turf.

Now comes a pretty important screening Week.  Tonight/Wednesday night, they host a U. S. Open Cup Semifinal against Austin FC.  Win that and they're hosting Nashville SC in the Final October 1.  Meanwhile, in MLS play, they host Chicago Saturday night.  I might be able to see them for the First Half before I have to jet and see my alma mater play later that night.

#-1: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: -1).  The Diet Coke Classic has been this program's baby for at least a couple decades now, so being its champion is something you'd assume would happen.  And considering the competition is South Florida, Dayton and South Dakota St., meh, sweeping through seems predestined.  Wish the competition was higher.  And they drop a Set Sunday to the Jackrabbits, which might say something.  What probably won't say something are the final two non-conference opponents the Gophers face: Loyola-Chicago Friday and Marquette Sunday.  These two Games, to the squad's credit, will be true road Games.

#-2: Gopher soccer (Last Week: -3).  Started out B1G play with a 2-all Draw at Nebraska.  That would be good ... except that you can see that the Gophers got out to a 2-0 lead before the half-hour mark but coughed up all three Points with two Cornhuskers Goals past the 80th Minute about four Minutes apart.  Oh, boy.  This Week: Hosting Rutgers tomorrow/Thursday night, at 11th-ranked Iowa Sunday afternoon.

#-3: Gopher football (Re-Entry!).  P. J. Fleck has been at the helm for a long time now, and he's gotten the program to a level where they are way beyond dreadful, and that is, in its own way, a miracle.  And you would think he's been around enough where he could make a jump to ... well, maybe not elite, but a squad that could be seen as a problem more and more often.

To do that, you would have to beat schools common people have heard of on a regular basis, and sometimes on the road.  And the team didn't clear that hurdle late Saturday night as they washed out at Cal, 27-14.  The Bears as a program have been kneecapped financial because of circumstances almost unique to the school itself.  But, they have this dynamite Freshman Quarterback, Jaron-Keawe Sagapolutele, that helped Cal pull away with ten Fourth Quarter Points.  I can't think of anyone else on that Bears club that would warrant a high draft pick, so I am a tad frustrated that a Power 2 school can still get humbled like that.  Now I'll assume that won't be the case when Rutgers comes to town for an early Saturday showdown two Weeks from now ... right?

#-4: Vikings: (Last Week: 0).  The Vikes do this from time to time, and it's maddening.  When they lose, they are just ... lifeless.  They had nothing going for them for practically the entire Game.  And you're watching, thinking that they have way more talent than the foe, in this case The Atlanta Falcons, and you keep seeing them not being able to run, or stop the run, or pass, or stop the pass.  And you're thinking that they'll somehow "get it" and start playing well, like they did in the Fourth Quarter in coming back to beat Chicago in Week 1.  But they don't.  They're just inert, and they slink up the tunnel quietly as the Purple Faithful wake up from their catatonic depressing and wonder what the fucking hell they just saw.

I think there's a meme in social media where this basic, ugly-looking character drawn in pencil on a sheet of paper has this rudimentary stick it taps on what I think is a rock and it goes, "Do something."  If I knew how to do a meme, I would slap the Vikings logo on that rock and caption it, "Do a football."  Which they didn't do at all in disappearing (at home no less) to the Falcons, 22-6.

Compounding all of that is the injury bug, which is hitting this team hard early in the season.  J. J. McCarthy, in news that Head Coach Kevin O'Connell broke without any reporter saying so first, is out 2-4 Weeks with a bad ankle.  Aaron Jones, Sr. is on Injured Reserve and will have to miss the next four Games.  And Christian Darrisaw, who would have helped immensely on Offense, sat out another Game.  Look, the Year's young, and I saw this team getting only six or seven Wins.  But hey, the anointed young QB that was supposed to be the key to getting this franchise its first-ever Super Bowl has now suffered his second injury in as many seasons, so his career is now facing an iffy trajectory.  And who knows what is going to happen to the Vikes now.

Home to Cincinnati, who also has QB trauma now that Joe Burrow needs to have surgery on his toe and might miss the rest of the season, Sunday afternoon.

#-5: Twins (Last Week: -4).  And hey, here are the Twinks.  They're not dead last in the A. L. Central, but they should be, and once again they bring up the rear in this screening Week's WMNSS.  They went 2-4 (seemingly for the 90th time in 2025).  I want to highlight the past two Games, home contests vs. The New York Yankees, and I know that there are more Yanks fans at Target Field than Twinks fans.  On Monday, the Twinks somehow shut out the Bronx Bombers, 7-0, the first time they have shut out their oppressors since 2008.  Last/Tuesday night, New York City was up 10-1 after four Innings.  We all thought the bitch-making was in full effect, but goddammit, the Twinks made a massive rally, scoring eight Runs.  They could have tied it, in fact, in the bottom of the Sixth Inning, but what would have been a Trevor Larnach three-Run dong was just a long Sacrifice Fly that scored Byron Buxton (who, we should continue to say, is still healthy and is having what could be the best season of his career).  They got one Run in the Ninth, but it was 10-9 Yanks, and we're left truly rooting for the hometown Nine for just showing fight against a team that owns the Twinks.

With all that said, there is a damn good off-field reason they're rock bottom in the WMNSS.  They have told four of the five members of their pro scouting department that this season is their last season.  This is not a Twins-only move; apparently it's become an MLB trend to slash the pro scouting departments.  To make up for it, organizations would do their scouting by watching videos at home, which reduces costs of travel.  Great; another cost-cutting measure whose proof of concept appears to have been the pandemic.  And while it's not unique to the Twinks, you know that it would be typically characteristic of the Twins to pull such a move.

They finish up with the Yankees tonight/Wednesday night, then host Cleveland for a four-Game series over the weekend (they will play a Doubleheader Saturday to make up for a previous Game), then travel to Texas for a three-Game series versus The Bastard Washington Senators v.2.0. starting Tuesday.

My God, It's Hot

Feels like summer right now.  Walking out in the Sun this afternoon and the rays have taken all the energy from me.  Don't want to do anything right now, and yet I have everything to do.

This would be hot enough for My Father to turn on the air conditioning.  That means he would have to come into my bedroom to close the window.  From there, he probably will pick up after me, like a goddamn loser.  And when I come home, he'll yell at me for not picking up after myself in the bedroom.  And then we will fight, and I won't have dinner for, like, the next week.  I should have closed the window before I left.  But then again, like I said in my previous blog post, why would that stop him?

My Fucking Father Has No Other Hobbies

When I come home, usually something that I put somewhere in my bedroom has been moved, meaning My Fucking Father has been in there.  That's annoying enough, but it didn't happen every goddamn day like it's happening now.  In the past when that happened I figured he was just bored.  Now, I think it's a measure of control over me.

Last/Monday night, after seeing The Great Dictator (excellent; the blurb of the theater I saw it in called it, "The most important comedy film ever," and even though that sounds ironic, I think it's true) I came home.  My Fucking Father didn't touch anything except for the three pairs of slippers I use.  I strewed them around the floor; he fuckin' stacked them up, all neat and shit.  Besides hating this invasion of privacy, I want y'all to know that I did not pay for these slippers.  My Fucking Parents bought them and gave them to me.  Not all at once, but several years apart.  I don't know really know why.  One pair I use, and then out of the blue they just give me another pair.  The newest pair, which they got me a couple months ago, they said they wanted me to use because, "They were quiet."  Like I stomp around in the old slippers to the point where they get woken up.  They have bought so many slippers for me thinking they know what's best for me; wouldn't they have found the perfect, most quietest slippers for me by now?

The more I think of this, the more I fucking hate him.  Get a fucking hobby, you creepy goddamn dolt.

The Most Cursed Business Address In Town

So I came home from exercising tonight/Sunday night.  (Aside: This finished up a long, yet productive day for me.  I filled in for work yesterday/Sunday, then I donated my golf clubs, no questions asked, then I went to an industrial complex to drop off all my old glasses but they were closed because it was an early Sunday evening, then I went to my storage unit to drop off the rest of the stuff I need to hide from my folks, then I ate dinner at Taco Bell, then I exercised for the first time in a while.  I put a hell of a lot of miles on my car, and I was afraid I would be too run down to even do all of this, but I made it.  And frankly, giving away the golf clubs and glasses lifted a burden off my shoulders.  Maybe I'll blog post more about my feelings about that later.)  Oh, yeah ... so I take a left at this intersection to get home from the community center.  But shortly after I finish the left, there are train tracks, and sometimes, and especially around 10 p.m. on a Sunday night, a train comes through, and it'll take a while for it to pass.

That happened, so what I do is drive to the next left, where I pass under the elevated train track.  (Sometimes I wonder it would take less time just to wait, but I am a man in motion, or a shark.)  On my way, I see this business to my left, right next to the gas station at this intersection.  It has signage for a restaurant.  This is different signage from the last time I drove past it.  In fact, this piece of real estate has gone through, and I am not kidding you, at least four different restaurant concepts.  It served hoagies a, long, long time ago; it advertised, so I went there to use a coupon (it was an NFL Playoff weekend, I remember that), and the guy fucked up my change and so I vowed never to go back there again), it went halal, and it was Vietnamese before it became Mexican, which is its current identity.

I am 100% sure that the Mexican restaurant, and no offense to the owners of it, will fail, and this building will undergo yet another transformation.  It will fail because I don't know of a worse place to have a restaurant in my hometown.  We have a couple of main drags in our city, but the street this is on is not one of them.  It's quiet and mainly residential when there isn't a park.  It's really dark.  There is no active business close by beside the gas station (even though there are active businesses up and down the street).  Finally, I don't know how often cars drive down this road, and you need some foot traffic to at least let people know there is a spot here who want to feed you Mexican food.

That footprint should be a small park, or housing, or just a parking lot.  Anything besides a money pit into which people chasing the American Dream throw their hard-earned savings.  And yet people continue to buy the property and try to make it succeed on their terms.  Well, OK -- good luck!

Unstable Next Two Weekends

As shitty as my homelife has been, it's gotten (relatively) better lately, if only because I gave in in order to keep the peace in the house.  But things will get more unsteady over the next two weekends, and I am trying to get ready for it.

Next weekend, as I have been told, ownership of the place I store my stuff officially changes.  I should go out there to see if I can speak with the new owners or managers, just to get the vibes of the new people coming in.  But based on what the caretakers who are moving out are telling me, I need to brace myself.  This was a mom-and-pop place, but the owners have sold out to a local chain.  The caretakers said that not only are rentals going month-to-month, but they are jacking up prices in order to "invest" in the property.  I have a contract that lasts another half a year, but after that, I have no idea what is going to happen.  And frankly, I am not 100% certain the new company will honor my contract.  If they break the deal, and they jack up prices of my rental unit, I will need to find a new place.  And while I have done my research and think I have found a new home for my stuff, both the uncertainty and the stress of moving my stuff is definitely something I am not looking forward to.  And I will need to do all this while hiding all of it from My Fucking Parents.

My sister comes home the next weekend.  It should be a joyous time, and I love my sis.  But the house already seems too crowded already, and I am woken up by noises from My Fucking Parents already, and I don't need the variable of a fourth person in the home.  Moreover, my sister might be here to assist My Mother as she begins the process of figuring out what she needs to do with her sciatica.  Worst case scenario: The screening yields a recommendation to get surgery, they have to wait weeks to get the surgery, there is at least six weeks for My Mother to rehabilitate from her surgery, and my sister is here the whole damn time.  I have no idea if it's possible to immediately go into surgery after a screening, but if not, there's a good chance My Fucking Parents will be here through the holidays and the New Year.  My sister too.  And goddamn, I need to be alone.

Trying to brace myself.  But it's so, so hard.

Caulking And Not Doing Things For Myself

The last fucking thing I need is to do house maintenance.  I was taking a faux bath to appease My Fucking Father when the entire shower assembly tore away from the wall.  It's not like I destroyed it, but it needs to be re-caulked.  Motherfucker.

I just looked up how to do it.  They say it's easy.  Bullshit.  I need to remove the old caulk, then I need to disinfect it and let it dry.  And then I have to re-caulk it and smooth it over.  And then I have to wait, sometimes (according to the videos I saw) up to two days.  And that's after I need to find all the damn tools to do this, which I probably don't have.

I'm tempted to tell My Fucking Father this, but I know he'll go ballistic.  He will also probably yell at me: "Why are you telling me to do this?  Do this yourself!  You're a grown man!"  Funny, his hypocrisy.  Back in the spring I was putting tabs on my license plates.  I remember a long time ago him telling me, "You should learn how to put the tabs on the licenses yourself!  This is your car, and you're old enough to know how!"  He abandoned me, I learned on my own, and I finally got to learning how to do it, no fucking thanks to him.  But as I was doing it and being very careful about it, not just putting the tabs on the licenses but unscrewing the frames and cleaning all the surfaces of the frame, the license and the car, My Fucking Mother pestered My Fucking Father into helping me.  I didn't ask for this shit, but while I was letting the frames and plates dry, My Fucking Father just took them into the garage.

I was doing this a bit before dinnertime.  I thought I had time because, you know, it isn't that long of a task, and I know how to do it now.  But as I was eating, My Fucking Father went back outside and screwed the licenses and frames back on my car.  And I will tell you that he did a half-ass job; the tabs should line up on top of each other, and he just slapped those stickers on.

I admit I am thinking of ways to get angry at My Fucking Parents, but My Fucking Parents do so much that it's almost an obligation to point it out.  And I will point out that My Fucking Father says I should learn how to do things only for him to do things for me.  Which is it?  Which will it be when I have to tell My Fucking Father the bathroom fixtures need re-caulking?  Is he going to make me do it, or is he going to do it himself, probably do a bad job ... and then blame me for not knowing how to do it?

Fuck This Guy

What our country has become since January is pretty fucking bad.  But in a cultural way, what has happened in the past day or so really, really frightens me.

What I have seen from his killing (and by the way, this isn't an "assassination."  Go look up Chris Rock's bit about Tupac and Biggie and that's what think about using that term in this case) on my Facebook is the outpouring of shock and anger over this when those same people had nothing to say about (and this has been the assassination [and here the term is used appropriately because it involves a political figure murdered for political reasons] of Minnesota State Senator Melissa Hortman, her husband and her dog.  That observation goes down avenues that should be addressed individually.  First off, I am certain that most of the people who bitch about what happened and didn't say anything about the Hortman murders back in June are MAGAts who refuse to see how hypocritical they sound.  There are also arguments of "No one should be murdered for what they said!" when they either are unaware or refuse to actually listen to his arguments, all of which have a universal theme of putting down and insulting anyone who isn't a White, Christian, hetero, cis male.  When you add that his political organization made a list and subjected college professors to abuse for teaching subjects he didn't like to the point they were driven out of their jobs, it goes beyond free speech and into illegal action.  Finally, there are those who are only thinking of her wife and children.  I will give my sympathies to them, as I would to any human.  But based on what he thought of empathy, I am in no mood to give to him what he said he would not give in turn.

But the sanewashing (I may have said this before here, but this is a great word that speaks to the madness of our times) of this man after he got taken out has reached a level of national and cultural resonance that scares the living shit out of me.  Flags have been ordered at half-mast.  OK, he did not hold any political office.  That is what lowering flags to half-mast is for, not this asshole.  And other Governors, especially Democratic ones like Josh Shapiro of Pennsylvania doing the same in the name of "unity" is particularly gross.  How could they?  But there were moments of silence for this asswipe at the Tigers-Yankees and Commanders-Packers Games last night.  Why?  This guy was a podcaster, and a fucking racist, sexist, transphobic shit-stirrer.  And we're holding a moment of silence for someone who spat at the existence of people who don't look like him?!

And another thing: I will bet you that there are a lot of people who have no idea who the hell he was.  Which means that we are holding a moment of silence for some dude.  Not anyone who has tried to make the world a better place, not someone you would have at least heard about if you watch the news from time to time, but some shitstain.  But MLB and the NFL seemed to have bent the knee to Trump and Republicans in valorizing a man who thought Blacks were stealing White peoples' jobs, who believed that a woman's place is in the home, and who thought that everybody ought to carry a gun if they so choose.  Well, look where that last belief got him.

That is what scares me so much.  This paying of respects to a man who had no respect for people of color, women and the LGBTQ+ community seems to have been conditioned nation-wide.  (Worldwide too -- I just saw what I think was a meeting of the European Parliament when someone called for a moment of silence to honor this man.  What do Europeans give a fuck about what happened to this asshole in the United States?  Left-wing Members of Parliament wouldn't shut up during that moment, and good for them.)  And if the country has decided that this demagogue is indeed a martyr ... that means that the Republican mindset that anybody who doesn't toe their line is a danger to (their) America and should be eliminated becomes that much more acceptable.

I highly doubt that this shooting was part of some conspiracy.  But Republicans and Trump are putting in place a plan to make this country a White nationalist one, and they are using every event to reach that goal.  I was hoping that there would be some resistance to this slide into fascism.  What I saw in the past 24 hours is more proof that there just ain't enough.

The Hottest Babe In The Hooters Calendar: August 2025

Well, this is what I get when I have to stash calendars out of sight -- I feel ill-equipped to make judgements from women's photographs, especially if I probably only have seen them two, maybe three times.  But this is as good a time as any to make this list, so I am going to take the plunge.

Out of the dozen Hooters servers pictured for August '25, I will point out five of them.  Overall, I would say it's a bit below average, but I might sing a different tune if I had more time to look at the month.

In fifth place is Charlotte's Hope.  Long black hair, sporting a yellow two-piece.  She's standing against the side of a house, we only see her side, and she's holding the straps of her bikini top in a distracting way.  But posing in profile emphasizes her big breasts.  Also, bikini tops are hanging on hooks right next to her on the side of the house, making one think that she might change bikinis right in front of you -- right?!

In fourth place is Cloe, of Fort Lauderdale, Fla.  Long, wavy brown hair that stretches below her boobs, she looks to be wearing a black two-piece bikini bordered in pink.  She is tugging that string between the fabric that covers the titties -- an easy but nice touch.

In third place is the Main Girl, Skylar, hailing from Fort Myers, Fla.  Lightish brown hair that falls to her tits, she's wearing a pink one-piece with that one strap that goes over her left shoulder.  She has her wrists resting against a round standing table.  She shows no emotion, but she has some piercing hazel eyes that you get lost in.

In second place is Gianna, out of North Tampa, Fla.  Straight, jet black hair that reaches down to the small of her back, she's sporting a gold two-piece bikini.  She appears to be sitting and/or straddling something to the side of the pool.  That means she is in side profile, which isn't always great, but she shows us a little bit of her bare backside, so she barely qualifies for that "If she shows ass, she goes straight to the top" principle I have.

Finally, in first place is Kayla, from Tucson.  She is also posing in side profile, but you can see just a little more of her ass anyway.  Add to it that her left thumb is tugging on the string between her boob coverings (she's wearing a pink two-piece).  What gets her over the top is how distinctively gorgeous she is: Unlike many of the other Hooters waitresses who pose, she has short (blonde) hair and she has small, perky titties.  Not who you would normally see in a Hooters calendar ... which makes her stand out even more.

So congratulations to Kayla and the other four who pose with distinction.  I will make sure to touch myself to all five of you before the house gets even more crowded.