I think I'm all better now!
Wailing And Failing
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Sunday, May 31, 2026
I had to evacuate my bowels four or five (probably five) times yesterday. I had a chicken wrap, and an RC Cola for lunch, but I think the big thing was the medium corn bacon chowder I had. It was good, and I don't think it was the diuretic in and of itself. But it triggered all the excrement in my colon from the ice cream I had Friday night. Things happen like that, at least with my body. But I didn't think I had four-to-five visits to the bathroom's worth of it.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
Why Did I Think Cleaning The Condenser Unit Would Be Easy?
When it comes to maintaining the AC, I didn't think it would be hard. I studied up on cleaning the condenser unit. What I did not take into account is screwing back in the lid. I should have, because screwing things back in is never as easy as unscrewing them.
This whole rigmarole surrounding cleaning the outdoor unit was a pain in the ass. I had to first get the water system up and running. I got everything set up in the backyard, but forgot that the gate valve in the basement had to be turned on, and when I did, I heard this scary as hell banging as the water started flowing. And then I went outside and the pipe leading to the spigot (where I hooked up the hose I used to rinse the unit) was dripping water like crazy. I thought there was a bad leak, but it stopped, so (shrug).
I then was able to unplug the condenser. I was able to yank the, and I just learned this is what it was called yesterday on YouTube, the cartridge in the outdoor breaker, and then the cartridge in the main circuit breaker in the basement. Unscrewing the cover to get inside the condenser was easy. Applying the cleaner seemed fine, even though I though there would be a lot more froth. And the hose worked in rinsing off the cleaner. But goddammit, I kept lining up the lid, but the holes through which I had to screw the screws wouldn't line up for all five screws. I was getting both frustrated and hot, and that's not a good combination, so I went back inside to eat the rest of my chicken wrap and cool off. I tried again, got three screws in, then said screw it with the other two screws. Everything works and I finally turned on the air conditioning for the first time this year. But I have two screws extra.
My bedroom is right above the unit. I don't think it's noisier than it would be if it had all five screws in.
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Making My Schedule Based On Time, Money, Car Vibes, And Semen
Fitting my schedule to accommodate chores, outings, and time with my stripper girlfriends have just overwhelmed me. I need to budget my time, I need to make sure I have enough money to do everything I want to do, I'm getting kind of freaked out over driving everywhere because of the obscene price of gasoline, and, most important of all, I need to make sure I'm able to cum on demand.
It's the stripper girlfriends where all of this comes to a head (in a manner of speaking). I wanted to get with ****e for the longest time, and I thought last weekend was it, but she didn't answer my texts in a timely manner. Finally, last weekend she said that this weekend was good. After some back-and-forth, I am supposed to see her tomorrow/Sunday. Then, ***e* blindsided me by telling me she was in town this weekend and wants to cum visit. Not a great time, but I slotted her in for this/Saturday morning. I don't know if my penis can perform back-to-back, but consider ***e* is only here this weekend and I already promised ****e, I kind of have to turn back the clock.
On top of all that, I've been going back-and-forth with my ATF regarding a massage. I thought Monday would work, but when I texted her that I would be home Monday, my goddamn cellphone auto-corrected it to I would be gone Monday. I caught it last/Friday night and said that I could be available after the weekend, and she apparently agreed. Phew! (By the way, if my ATF surprises me by doing something freaky, it won't matter that I shot the day before. I know that, even in my advanced age, surprising trysts with women for the first time will have me ejaculating left and right!)
Now, beyond having fun (which seems kind of forced right now), I have things I need to do -- stuff like getting a shave, replenishing my alcohol, and seeing my junior prom date at the cemetery. But before all that, I have stuff around the house I need to do -- stuff like getting my irrigation system up and running and, more importantly, cleaning my outdoor condenser unit. Summer jumped me this week, and even though I partly am backing off on turning on the air conditioner because I don't want to spend money (being the primary caretaker of a house now turns you into a miser, believe me), I think it's high time I clean the outdoor condenser. After all, my ATF should be giving me a rubdown on Monday, and I want her to be as comfortable as possible. Running a fan won't be enough to cool her down, and besides, I want to close the windows in case she touches me to the point where I start screaming.
But I've never done it before. I've looked through the YouTube videos, and I know I should clean out the debris that's inside it, then use a cleaner to clean the coils from the inside out, then use a hose to rinse it from the inside out. But, they suggest I cut the power. And even though I have turned off both the thermostat and the AC, I have no idea how to cut off power from the circuit breaker right next to the condenser unit. I open up the cover and all I see is a metal loop. What the hell is that? Oh, well. I think I am going to try and clean everything after I just turn off the AC and thermostat.
Oh, wait ... I can't hose the unit down after I clean everything because I haven't connected the water yet. And I can't do that until I screw the nut into the, um, thingy that was pulled out in the fall in order to winterize our irrigation system. I tried screwing it by hand, but I can't screw it in tight, so some time this/Saturday afternoon I am going to get a wrench and twist it in. Then, I can use the water, and then I can begin cleaning the condenser because I can then rinse it. Will I get this all done in one afternoon? Who knows? I might screw up, or hesitate at a step and decide screw it, I'll just turn the whole AC on. I'm keeping my options open.
How does driving fit into this? Shaving involves me driving in one direction, shopping for alcohol and visiting my deceased prom date means I need to drive in the other. I do not want to drive both directions this/Saturday afternoon, especially if I need to do this thing with the condenser and irrigation system. Since I'm seeing a friend next week, I think I'll get my shave and do everything else next weekend. I think. I'm keeping my options open!
Yeah, I'm busy. And I haven't even mentioned sleep. I want to budget one day where I can sleep in. But I have to get up at a certain time to make sure I go out to the bank to get money today/Saturday to pay ***e*, and then I have to wake up at a certain time tomorrow/Sunday to drive over to ****e's place because she asked me to. I won't like being woken up by an alarm up to a dozen days in a row (through next Saturday, when I'm supposed to meet this long-lost friend for which I'm getting my face shaved).
Gosh, I'm dealing with a lot of moving pieces I need to fit over the next two weeks -- and that's just for now, who knows what else is coming down the pike. I know it's not serious in the big picture, but right now it feels serious to me.
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Friday, May 29, 2026
On A High From Eating Sushi
Had sushi, as well as sashimi, last night at this pop-up by a guy making a name for himself. My bleepin' Buddha, that was great. In particular, the yellowtail roll I had was excellent. I'm not even a sushi guy, but since that first bite into that sushi, I've been on cloud nine. It's so good, I will feel bad once I eat something else because I would feel like I'm disrespecting both the yellowtail roll I consumed and this guy who made it. I should starve myself to death, because that is an appropriate last meal.
I think this sushi master wants to open up his own place, he just doesn't have the capital yet. Well, if he keeps this up, he'll be able to line up the finances in due time. And I will go eat at his place.
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record-keeping
Thursday, May 28, 2026
The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey
#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -2). I'm still scarred by seeing up close them blowing a big lead and losing to Atlanta in the season opener. But they avenged, if something like that were even possible in sports, by taking a lead on the Dream and actually maintaining through the end of the Game last/Wednesday night at Target Center 96-81. That capped off a 3-0 screening Week for the Lynx that included victories over Toronto at home and at Chicago, the only other team who has beaten Minnesota so far in this young season. The Lynx now sit at 5-2 and lead the entire WNBA.
I should say a little bit about Olivia Miles. I still think she needs to develop a jump shot and could be better defending the perimeter. But perhaps I was a bit too harsh when the Lynx passed over Awa Fam Thiam for Money Miles. After all, the one position this franchise has sorely needed since the retirement of Lindsay Whalen was a bona fide Point Guard, and Miles was just sitting there at #2 in the draft. This was an immediate plug-and-play solution to a problem, and it has paid off in spades. Whenever the team plays, I go on social media and hope to see replays of Miles sending the basketball through a keyhole to an open teammate that I still can't believe was that open. Miles's court vision is off the charts, and that skill alone both justifies the selection and should earn more recognition from women's sports skeptics.
Light Week this Week: After playing in Chicago Saturday, they play at the Sky again tomorrow/Friday night, then visit Phoenix, the squad that upset them in last Year's playoffs (which was earmarked for the Lynx, who'll go down as The Best Team Never To Win A WNBA Title), Monday night.
After finishing up with the Pale Hose this/Thursday afternoon, they'll play three in Pittsburgh over the weekend. That ends their maximum road trip; they'll host The Chicago White Sox, but only for three Games, starting on Monday.
#-3: United FC (Last Week: -3). These guys are still in a funk, especially offensively. These Loons couldn't be that dependent on James Rodriguez to feed players the ball in the final third, but lately they seem incapable of getting even a shot off. Saturday's Match is a prime example. They were down to Real Salt Lake at Allianz Field since the 21st Minute, but they looked absolutely incapable of stringing a pass sequence together. They also committed Offsides eight times; that's like shooting yourself in the foot eight times over 90 minutes. Finally, in the 92nd Minute, MNUFC were able to tie the Game, and steal a Point, off the head of, of people, Mauricio Gonzalez.
Great they didn't lose, but they are winless in their last four, so in that sense, having a break of almost two Months might actually do this organization some good. MLS' Transfer Window, BTW, begins July 13, so right near the end of the Men's World Cup. Also, United FC go into the break eighth in the West, so barely holding onto a playoff spot.
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Car Fluids Spoil??
Yesterday I learned that motor oil goes bad if you don't use it after a certain point. You know, maybe I should've known better, but I thought that motor oil, you know, never goes bad.
That may be why the big jug of oil Father used never seemed to work when I put it in my car. The level on my dipstick never went up, and if I didn't put in more soon after I put in some, I felt enormous stress that I should. It seems as though I never have an issue seeing the oil level in my engine go up after I use one of the newer quart bottles I have in the back of my car.
But I continue to look through the Internet for tips on using motor oil that's been lying around. I've seen sites that say that you should dump motor oil if it's been open for year, others two years, still others five. I was of the mind of giving the leftover oil in our garage to the county hazardous waste site, but some corners of the World Wide Web say I can still use it. So, what's the correct answer?
And I did more research and discovered that the coolant I lug around in my car also expires. Do I need to get rid of that, too??
Damn, this is getting confusing, and expensive.
Tuesday, May 26, 2026
The Last-Ever Meal At Peter's Grill
I started this blog post just with the title. It was July 3, 2013.
The place closed for good July 29, I think. I had never been there, but after 99 years, a place that had a solid connection with Old Minneapolis was going to close, and I felt the need to connect to it. And sure, maybe the irony of being a first-timer to Peter's Grill on its last day was too much for me to resist, but I went and, after a long wait where all the servers were too busy helping others and, I guess, trying to rectify the death of an institution that was a part of their lives for so, so long.
And I think I hesitated to write this blog post for so long because ... well, I eventually forgot. But I remember taking a picture of my meal, and I wanted to, for the first time, post a picture I took myself in the blog post, but I never learned how to upload a photo onto Blogger. And then I think I began hesitating as to whether I wanted to put a picture I took myself onto WAF for identity reasons. Whatever the reason, I don't know where that photo is now; the ones on my cellphone go back only to 2014.
I remember sitting at the bar and I was told that all the food was gone by the time I got there. I may have played the woe-is-me card because someone, and it very well could have been the owner, heard my sob story, went to the kitchen (and I could see into it from my barstool), and took what appeared to be a prepared dish. I don't think it was going to be given to a customer; I got the impression that one of the workers prepared it for him or herself, either because they were hungry over their busy day or they wanted something to take home to eat and/or remember Peter's Grill by. And this guy, presumably the owner, took that and gave it to me. It was a tuna sandwich. Can't say I was blown away, but it was, and is, important to me that I had a piece of Peter's Grill before it shut down.
But assuming that tuna sandwich was for someone else, I feel bad. Sorry.
It was packed in there. Which raises the usual issue that if it were packed before it closed, the restaurant wouldn't have had to close, now, would it? But hey, it's a downtown restaurant, and those are vanishing by the minute because it's so hard to make money when you cater mostly to people coming to and from work.
I just read that the owner blamed food trucks for permanently crippling his business. Well, this is also ironic, but as I have heard, there are no more food trucks in either downtown since the pandemic. So many companies decided their employees could work from home during COVID that food trucks determined there was no longer money to be made downtown, either. Maybe that has changed since we're now six years beyond the pandemic. But I haven't heard of a glut of food trucks invading downtown Minneapolis every lunch hour.
You know, I assumed I would have more to say about the death of Peter's Grill. Well, shelving this blog post for 13 years shortens the story, I guess.
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Monday, May 25, 2026
Where Are The Lilacs?
Just noticed, while I was eating frozen pizza in the dining room just now, that I didn't see the lilac trees in my backyard didn't bloom. They usually bloom some time in late April/early May, if I'm not mistaken, but only for a week. Now, I've been hella busy, but I want to think that I would have noticed if the lilacs bloomed because they are pretty and fragrant, and I would've gone to the backyard to see and smell them. I have yet to do that ... or did not do that, one or the other. So it's possible I didn't notice, but it's more likely it hasn't, or didn't, bloom. If not -- damn, what's going on?
Wood Splinter Might Be The Death Of Me
I finally decided that we won't have cool days where the heat kicks in, so I removed all of the blocks and plastic tarp Father put on and around the outdoor condenser to protect it from the snow. One of the things on top of the condenser was a large but thin piece of plywood. Stupid me didn't put on gloves before doing this bit of yardwork, and when I grabbed this, I touched a shard of wood that pierced my skin.
I washed the area and, if I am right about where the puncture was, I put a bandage on it. But if my hypochondria is justified, I am still feeling a bit ... oogy. So, if I don't wake up in the morning, you'll know I died because of, uh, complications from this wood splinter. Just an FYI.
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record-keeping,
weather,
yardwork
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Well, I'm still drinking way too much alcohol; drank a Bloody Mary for the second consecutive day. But hey, at least ****e finally got back to me this morning. It would've been too late anyway, but she said next weekend would be better. And then she sexted me a picture of herself in a dress with convenient holes, shall we say.
So, next weekend is it. But I have this nagging feeling she'll change her mind, damn it.
Labels:
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communication,
drinks,
fear,
nudity,
perverted,
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