Expenses Without Receipt

Past time to do this again.  Starting from Sunday, December 14:

• Actually, let's go back to Monday, December 8, which is when Father paid me back for both lottery tickets and the denture sticky strips he needs to eat.  He was scouring the entire city looking for them, and he said he couldn't find them.  Hey, the Internet's good for some things.  An Infusion of: $21.
• And back on Wednesday the 3rd Father also paid me back, this time for Kentucky Fried Chicken as well as lottery tickets.  An Infusion of: $20.
• All the way back to Sunday, November 16 (damn, I need to do these more frequently) ... so I was in town so I went from the airport to ****e's place, where she proceeded to (after an early lunch) yank my cock out of my pants to suck it, and then to fuck.  Goddamn, I don't know where I'd be without her.  Cost: $120.
• And then on the way back I needed to fill up my gas tank.  This was one of those times where I overestimated how much I needed to put in, so when the host stopped, I had to go back inside to get the difference.  Thought $23 was going to be enough, but instead I only needed: $22.30.
• All the way back (again) to Sunday, October 26 (I have to do these more often!) -- I was supposed to fuck ****e then, I went all the way down there, but she wasn't even fucking there.  I still had the urge, however, so I pivoted quickly to calling ******e could give me a wank, and thank Buddha, she could.  Paid her: $120.
• Friday, October 24: I wished Great Clips gave out coupons more often.  Haircuts (there and everywhere) are getting fucking expensive!  Everybody is seeing inflation in their own way, and I see it most starkly when I get a haircut.  It's making me think I should go to a barber school and get them done for cheap.  But I went on Facebook and found a $10 off coupon for Great Clips, and I was able to use it then.  With tip: $14.99.
• Back on Friday the 17th I paid my co-worker back when, on a previous day (don't remember when), she asked if anyone wanted anything at Caribou.  I was really jonesing for oatmeal, so I promised to pay her back, and I think I did it on this day: $4.
• Finally, three EWRs on Thursday, October 16.  First, I went to see ******e for a HJ: $120.
• Then I went to Bebe Zito for lunch, namely a honey chicken tenders basket.  With tip: $15.14.
• Finally, with that basket in tow, I walked next door to Caffetto to pair it with a Dog 'n' Suds root beer.  With thip that root beer cost me: $4.54.

Hmmm ... thought that would take longer.  Phew!

Good through December 14.

Addendum To: How Long Can My Computer Hold On?

So that weird thing where I start up my computer and can't login in to open it up, so I have to restart it so I can login a second time?  Some time yesterday/Saturday it stopped doing that.  I opened it up and I was able to punch in my password to get into my computer immediately, like it's supposed to.  I don't know what I could have done to "fix" my laptop.

It was getting to the point where I would have been so fed up that I would have bought a new lap before the fall, which is when the extension on security for this laptop (it runs on Windows 10 and I cannot upgrade this to Windows 11 because it doesn't have the space for it) that I opted into runs out.  I am getting really frustrated at how much battery life my cellphone is going through, too, so I have thought about replacing that as well.  I was getting scared that both my laptop and cell would lose support in the fall, meaning I would have to replace both in the fall, which would be two big-ticket items I would need to pay for at the same time, and I don't look forward to that.  That made me think that maybe I should take advantage of the deals that might be floating around for a laptop, move up my timeline, and buy a new lap now.  But now, with this thing working "normally" ... yeah, I'll wait.

Cold And Car

Going out for my annual shindig with friends today.  My friend says that whenever we go out for Christmastime, it naturally is on a night where it's extremely cold, and this year (if the adage is correct; I haven't done my research) is no different.

I'm not looking forward to it.  Well, I am looking forward to being out with friends, but I'm not looking forward to going out in the cold.  I'm scared for my car and how it'll work when it'll be below zero tonight.  I saw on the news last/Friday night on tips of how to operate your car when it's this cold -- make sure your tires have enough air (I checked; the fronts are fine and I put enough air, I think, in the backs Tuesday) and have at least half a tank of gas (I plan on filling up after going out tonight).  Also, and this was weird as fuck, my defroster seemed to stop working on my way to work yesterday/Friday.  I was on the highway while it was sleeting, and I slowly saw my windshield ice up, from the top to more than halfway down.  I was crouching in my driver's seat, panicking.  The defroster was on but not doing shit.  I had to take an exit and park at some business.  I was going to scrape the ice off, but then it started melting almost immediately.  Guess the defroster kicked in.  Too late though; I was late for work.  Fuckin' hate that.  I checked the defroster when I got home; seemed to be working fine.  Was it the precipitation that was so bad it overcame my defroster until it stopped sleeting?

So I hope I get to have a good time tonight without worrying about my car.  Maybe that is up to me and my attitude.  I say it's up to my car.

OK, So We Have A Date My Parents Will Finally Leave ...

... and it's about a month from now.  Oh, well. ...

Thing is, they wanted to leave next week.  I would've loved it.  It just so happens, however, that was the same day of the memorial service for the family friend who died a week ago.  I asked my boss before I left work yesterday/Friday if I could take that afternoon off; even though it was short notice, he said yes.  And so I assumed that my folks would want to pay their respects, too.  Besides, it was going to be short -- an hour to mill around and say hi, and then an hour for the service, and I guess there will be stuff to eat afterward, but that's when we could just go home.  But Mother was looking for flights on that day because they were going to be as cheap as they would be before prices went up for the holidays.

Honestly, this was a dick move by them -- and not surprising.  They don't want to be here, especially in the cold.  And when Mother got the all-clear from the physician who performed knee surgery on her, I knew it was going to be a matter of time before they were going to skedaddle.  And still I thought they were going to listen to the angels of their better nature and go to the service.

Was I going to push this?  No.  Technically, the flight Mother was looking at was going to fly out around noon.  I could take them in the morning, come back, get dressed and go to the service by myself.  That would have been fine.  I think that if my boss let me go for the afternoon, he'd let me go for the whole day.  Also, I think it's important that someone from the family go to the funeral.  Ideally it should be all of us, but if my parents' friendship with her was fake, whatever.  What mattered to me was that I go to the service to pay my respects to the lady who lived just a couple houses down from us and who was always nice to us.

Now, I guess I could have headed this conflict off if I knew before yesterday/Friday that next week was the service, but I kept forgetting to check the date.  Also, it is a bitter irony that the day they were going to leave just so happened to be the same fuckin' date of the service.  If the service were the day before, it would've been perfect.  Alas, I am trying not to be angry.  This is about saying goodbye, after all, and this neighbor's death has me thinking about how my parents are still around, though not forever.

So, my ever-parsimonious Mother decided she would look for the next date with tickets as cheap as the one next week.  And that date is ... the first week in January!  Because of the funeral service, my parents will be here for another 3 1/2 weeks!  Like I said, I'm trying not to hate God for this.  There are some plusses to them staying.  For example, even though Mother has been cleared to get on a plane, her doctor advised her to continue walking because the threat of blood clots is still there.  However, the doc also said that risk decreases over time, so I want to think that the chances of her getting a blood clot will be notably less in January than next week.  Also ... well, I guess it's alright that I can be with my folks for the holidays, even though that wasn't their initial plan.  (When Mother bought the tickets, she said Father wanted to spend the holidays with me.  That's ... well, bullshit.)

OK, I can't think of too many upsides to them being here for the holidays.  I would like to them to be gone.  With my parents out of the state, I could go out to this bar on Christmas Eve, but that would be too weird now.  And I guess there are 3 1/2 more weeks of us starting a fight over something or other.  Whatevs.  They've been here since April, I think, so what's another month at this point?  Besides, and I hate to say it, I'm scared that another member of my family is going to fall ill this month.  If that's the case, and if they're off wintering, they'll just have to fly back home.  They might as well be here and save themselves the trip.

Oh, by the way, it looks as though Father will accompany me to the service but Mother won't.  That ain't her bag or some shit.

Just got on sort of a holy roll on Zynga Poker with someone, probably a bot, where, for the past, oh, 15 to 20 minutes of the half-hour I was playing (I have no idea how long I was playing; that's a sure sign of a gambling addiction), it was just me and him.  Usually, people (or bots) come in and take the other available spots, but nope, it was just this "guy" and me.

It's so addicting if you win big pots, like I did early, especially when there were other people besides this "dude" and me.  That hooks you into thinking you can win, and hooks you into pursuing that next winning fix, even though we're dealing with fake money here.  And then, as I really started losing "money" to this "person," I found it very difficult to pull away -- partly because I wanted to win, partly because I lost so much that I wanted to "get right" by winning, partly because the next hand came in immediately after the results of the previous hand because there weren't more "players" at the "table" to slow down play.  I had to leave by folding $100 million (in fake money) because I wanted to stop and I was losing all the money I came in with and then some.

When you get rolling, gambling, even fake online Omaha like I did, is intensely addicting.  Oy.

Got Seven Hours Of Sleep And I'm Still Tired

After working out last night my nose started to run like crazy, so I took some NyQuil before I went to bed to knock me out.

Father woke me up around 10:15, about seven hours after I went to bed.  That's nice and all, but if my body was left to its own devices, I probably would've been out till noon ... and I would've liked it, because right now, I have a damn headache and I still feel tired.

Hate being woken up when I don't have to.  I know, I know, they say you should go to bed and wake up at the same time every day because that's healthiest.  I am healthy when my body is fully rested, and right now, I ain't fully rested, oof.

At Least We Go Through Less Stuff In The Bathroom Now

It's been a few weeks since my sister left, and even though the house is a little emptier and quieter, there is one thing I am clearly thankful for once she went back home: We go through less stuff in the bathroom now.

It is astounding how much a third person churns through.  While my sister (and Mother, who moved upstairs in preparation for her knee surgery) was using the upstairs bathroom, we seemingly used a roll of toilet paper every week.  I remember Grandmother going through rolls that quickly, but I only think she did that because she was using too much on every visit.  Also, we cracked open a bar of soap at a frightening frequency.  Worst of all was the trash.  Father put in a too-small trash can (with a lid you need to open with a foot pedal, and that should be a blog post in and of itself) in the bathroom, and that damn thing filled up, like, twice a week.  I had to empty that thing so often it got absurd.  And by the way, if I ever get an up-close look at used tampons again, it'll be too soon.

Contrast that to when I'm the only one using the bathroom.  I go through toilet rolls maybe once a month.  I throw my toilet paper in the trash, so it does accumulate, but not on a semi-weekly basis.  And if my parents ever leave, I will feel less pressure to actually cleanse myself.  I'm sure I've reached two months before getting a new bar of soap, and I miss that longer frequency.

Mother still sleeps upstairs because she loves it, so right now we're in a liminal state between the chaotic burn rate of three people and the tranquil stasis when I have the bathroom all to myself.  We go through toilet rolls and soap bars at a slower pace, but they're still too fast for my liking.  So yeah, I can't wait for the day I have the run of the house to myself ... if I ever will. ...

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#0: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: -4).  The U. volleyballers gain the top spot in this Week's WMNSS, one which overall was good for the local sports scene and the teams are ranked nominally.  What I mean by that is: I obviously put this squad, seeding fourth in their Region, first because they won their first two Matches of the NCAA Tournament, as they were supposed to.  Now, I put them above negative numbers because both Matches were sweeps (of Fairfield and then Iowa St.), something I didn't think this club could pull off.  (Aside: Women's volleyball usually plays to seed, and this season, of the top 16 Seeds, only 15 didn't make it to the second weekend ... and unfortunately, that one is my alma mater.  Fuckin' stupid.)

Now they face the 1-Seed in their Region, Pittsburgh, and they play the Panthers wagon at their place Thursday evening.  The ride probably ends there.  By the way, how in the hell did Pittsburgh, of all schools, get to have a powerful women's volleyball program?  They were nowhere ten and even five seasons ago.  They're in the ACC, whose resources are paling in comparison to the SEC and the Big Ten, of which Minnesota is a member.  What kind of infusion of infrastructure, amenities and/or NIL money has brought about this powerful team?  Whatever.

#-1: Gopher men's basketball (Last Week: -6).  I didn't see what happened last Wednesday night coming, and that was OK, because Niko Medved is still in his first Year.  Disappointments are going to continue to rack up; I am hoping that he was going to be able to clear the decks and implement his culture for a vault into competence next Year.

But he got an unexpected result that has energized the fanbase.  Last Wednesday, the ranked Indiana Hoosiers came into Williams Arena and the Gophers upset them, 73-64.  I don't know how it happened, and who knows if there will be more good surprised like that to come.  But I have to give them credit for this Win by placing them up here.

Now, can they pull off another upset, this one of current #6 Purdue in West Lafayette tonight/Wednesday night?  Probably not.  They then return to non-con play hosting Texas Southern Sunday afternoon.

#-2: Gopher wrestling (Re-Entry!).  Won a pair of Duals this past Week.  The first was over a ranked Arkansas-Little Rock team ranked 25th at the time, 23-9 Thursday at, of all places, a high school in Mequon, Wisc.  Apparently it was a grassroots outreach initiative for the sport, a "Wrestling Night In America" type thing.  Cool, even down to the randomness of a university from Minnesota and Arkansas playing in a gym in Wisconsin.  Then, back at home Sunday afternoon, the seventh-ranked Gophers beat North Dakota St., 26-9.  Doesn't heal the sting of getting upset by South Dakota St. (and I just realized they played that Dual at The Barn, so that's really depressing), but it's two victories nevertheless.

And these boys are done till the New Year!

#-3: Gopher women's hockey (Re-Entry!).  Swept a home-and-home with the school on the other side of the river, St. Thomas, by a combined 9-4.  Fine, but they got swept by Minnesota State-Mankato the previous weekend, so fucking what?  They too are done till the New Year, at which time they will visit Sacred Heart for a two-Game series.

#-4: Vikings (Last Week: -7).  I am going to credit Sunday's 31-0 Shutout more to the fact that The Washington Commanders were mailing it in even more than the Vikings were.  Have to say, though, that I appreciate the fight the Vikings played; it shows that Kevin O'Connell hasn't lost the locker room, although the Commanders losing Jayden Daniels (and, later, Zach Ertz to a torn ACL from a bad and, I must say, unnecessary hit from Vikings Defensive Back Jay Ward) tends to deflate a team.

This is the first time since the 1992 Denver Broncos where a team gets shut out one Week, then shuts out their opponent the next week.  (The Broncos got blanked at Philadelphia, by the way, then shut out Cleveland.  I'm looking up the last time the reverse happened, but Google's Artificial Intelligence apparently is having trouble with my query.)  What a weird thing to happen.  That tells me, if there's anything to be gleaned from it, that there is talent on this club; it just has to be more consistent.  And by the way, J. J. McCarthy is becoming a Game Manager -- he didn't lead the team to victory, but he didn't make any mistakes that led to a Loss.  Right now, you'll take that.

Lately, The Dallas Cowboys have been the bane of the Vikes' existence.  They'll play in Dallas Sunday night with a chance for the Cowboys to get back into serious playoff contention.

#-5: Timberwolves (Last Week: -2).  A 2-1 screening Week.  Would've made it a clean sweep Monday at home, but a couple Woofs had bad shooting nights, then Rudy Gobert got thrown out of the Game for throwing an elbow on someone while he was trying to dunk, so they lose to Phoenix, 108-105.  (My usher friend had a ticket to the Game, but I decided to stay home.  Made the right decision, for the snowstorm blowing in Monday evening as well as the defeat.)  Still in sixth in a tight Western Conference.  Still hoping to see them gel.

They failed to reach the NBA Cup Knockout Round (again), so this Week are the Games the NBA scheduled for the Woofie Dogs just so they have something to do: At Golden State Friday, home to The Bastard Rochester Royals Sunday evening.

#-6: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -3).  Split at Ohio St., doubling up the Buckeyes, 6-3, Thursday, then losing in Overtime, 6-5, Friday.  Took a quick gander at the PairWise ... yeah, they're not going to the NCAAs this Year unless they start dominating league action.

I kind of like the fact that all these college teams are taking a break for a month.  Well, besides basketball because it's a moneymaker.  This squad restarts B1G play at Penn St. in 2026.

#-7: Wild (Last Week: -1).  The team that was maintaining Twin Cities dignity the past Month or so had a bit of a stumble this Week, getting beat handily at bottom-feeder Calgary Thursday and at Edmonton Saturday, only to rout the Kraken in Seattle Monday.  They now go back to the GCA for a four-Game homestand with, of course, a few guys hurt.  But at least they're still third in the Central.

They will play that homestand this Week: The Team That Was Stolen From us tomorrow/Thursday night, Ottawa and Boston back-to-back this weekend, Washington (and the ageless one, Alex Ovechkin) Tuesday.

#-8: Gopher women's basketball (Last Week: -5).  How miserable, how shameful.  I was driving home from the Vikings Game where I saw the home team inexplicably pitch a Shutout, only to hear on the radio these Goofers taking a big lead on seventh-ranked Maryland at Williams in Overtime, only for them to blow it and go to a second Overtime -- where they had a nine-Point lead with about 40 Seconds remaining and choke on that, too, losing by a score of 100-99.

I don't fucking care that they're playing a Top 10 club.  You have a nine-Point lead with 40 Seconds left, you better goddamn win that Game.  Instead, the players pissed down their legs, throwing the ball away precisely when they couldn't, then giving up wide-open layups and Three-Pointers that allowed the Terrapins to come back and win.

I checked Charlie Creme's bracketology for the Week: This fuckin' team's still in, and as a 6-Seed.  I don't how the fuck that's happened when they shit the bed in their three most high-profile Games of the Year so far.  And if they continue to screw the pooch come money time, they'll fall out of Big Dance contention soon enough.  I'm sorry, but I am just about off the Dawn Plitzuweit bandwagon.  She's had more than two Years to fix this.  Players that have been under her for more than a season don't do the bullshit that I heard on Sunday.  And at fucking home, too!!

Host Alabama A&M and Wyoming this screening Week.

Too Much Fucking Snow

I've said before that I would have the cold than the snow.  I am getting less and less tolerant of the cold, but my preference still holds true.  Especially as the winter has started with much activity, namely frequent bursts of an inch of snow here, a few there, etc.  (Aside: The forecasters saying the La Nina weather pattern out in the Pacific Ocean will mean a colder and snowier winter for us in Minnesota is, so far and unfortunately, correct.)

If you really want to split hairs, those types of snowstorms are manageable, and I understand that the snow we get during the winter replenishes our water supply in the summer.  Doesn't mean it's safe to drive on it, and it gets tiresome to prepare yourself for so many days of driving in risky conditions.  For example, I wanted to go to my local Barnes & Noble last/Monday night and work on my receipts.  But I was blindsided on the snowstorm we had in the evening -- were we supposed to have one?  I needed to send some mail, I bought a Coke, and I tried putting air on my tires.  But the gas station I went to yanked the air hose out, and it was snowing so bad that I decided not to go to B&N and instead went home.

It snowed in the morning, too.  It was the nice, fluffy snow you imagine when you have good memories of Christmas, of being home with family, cozying up to a fire, drinking hot cocoa and unwrapping presents.  It's pretty to look at if you're inside and not needing to go outside.  But like I said, if you do need to go outside, that innocent-looking snow is deadly.

And all this moderation goes out the window because, apparently starting this/Tuesday afternoon, we're getting a big snowstorm, the second-biggest of our young winter if not the biggest.  It's hitting before I leave work, and it's going to get bad quick, so my drive home will probably be dangerous.  Worse than that, I have to get up early for work tomorrow/Wednesday.  There may be fewer people on the road, but I will not relish driving in what could be half a foot of snow early in the morning and in the dark.

Fucking hate this.

When You See Your Mother Scared For Her Life, It Changes You

So the weekend after Mother got her knee replaced, I was woken up by Father knocking on the door.  My sister, who was still home at the time, told him to wake me up.

When I got myself together and went to the dining room, I saw Mother sitting straight up but with her eyes closed.  My sister asked me to hold her because, according to my sis, she was feeling really dizzy, and she wasn't responding.  While my sister called the clinic at which she got her surgery, I started to hold her in case she fell over.  Mother continued to close her eyes, but all she could do was mumble.

Father thought she was just tired and needed to go back to sleep.  But after getting only the clinic's voicemail, my sister decided to call 911.  That's when, I think, Mother's mumbling started to get worrisome, like she was trying to tell us she was scared, but couldn't say the words.  Suffice it to say, I have never seen her like this before in my life.

The paramedics came.  They saw that her blood pressure was very low, caused by a combination of dehydration, constipation, and the pills she was taking.  But this wasn't a case where they give her some medicine and she'd be OK; they decided they had to take her to the ER.

Then, I saw something I'd really never seen before ... and something from Mother I had never seen before.  The paramedics needed her to get on this hammock they laid on the floor; from there, they would carry her into the ambulance parked outside.  We reminded them that she had just gotten her knee fixed; they knew, but this had to be done.

So, like ripping off a bandage, the only way to get her to lie on this hammock was to do it right in one straight shot, even though it would hurt like hell for Mother.  And it did.  Finally, Mother was able to speak, and loudly; in Chinese, she screamed, "Ow!  It hurts!"  (All this time she didn't speak English.  She must have been in some pain so deep that it made her revert to the long-term memory spots in her brain where she only knew Chinese.)  And she was really, really screaming, as if she was a little girl, howling for her suffering to stop.  I have known My Mother all her life as a domineering and even mean woman, oftentimes indifferent to other people's feelings.  But her she was, begging, even pleading for help, almost to the point of tears.  I've never seen her sound so ... well, helpless before.

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We met Mother at the ER about an hour later.  Her eyes were open, she seemed awake and lucid, and she could even speak English again.  She was released several hours later with advice that she should drink water and electrolytes a lot more.

Mother hasn't been in that dire straits since, thank Buddha.  But the memories of that day are flooding back now that our family friend passed away unexpectedly.  While I was seeing her act like a little girl, I was thinking, "No, this can't be serious.  She can't be in real danger, can she?"  And while I don't know all the details about our family friend's death, I wonder if her relatives thought the same thing.  Maybe I haven't appreciated how close Mother was to the end.  But maybe her cries for help are something I have to heed if ... no, when the time really comes.  And that scares the hell out of me.  Because I am not ready for that, at all, and I don't think I ever will be.

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel?

So last week Mother was told by her physical therapist (she was taken by my brother) that she was progressing so well that she doesn't have to do any PT sessions anymore.  That's odd.  That is five total sessions cancelled because she was doing so well.

Therefore, what we were hoping for may still be true: Once the doctor looks at Mother's knee, if she gives her the OK, she is, for all intents and purposes, fully healed.  And, presumably, she is good enough to fly to somewhere warmer for the winter.

If so ... honestly, I have mixed feelings right now, but eventually, it'll be thank God.

So a family friend died yesterday morning.  She broke her leg a couple weeks ago.  She was in physical therapy.  Some more ailments piled up on her, but then she felt a bit better ... and then she didn't.  And now she's dead.

She lived just down the street from us.  We could see her house from ours.  Last time I saw her was when my sister and I were walking around the neighborhood for Halloween.  We stopped in her house to say hello.  She was a really nice person.

I'm still trying to process all this, but this death is really bothering me.  Mostly because of the suddenness.  My Mother was in physical therapy, and it looks as though she is going to be fine.  But this friend of the family never gets out?  That's not fucking fair, at all. ...

Bad Driver: TCS 729

Wow, I haven't had to deal with crazy motherfuckers like you on the road in a long time.  And unfortunately you wanted to let everyone know you could conquer the snow like a man when I was trying to get to work.  I don't remember anyone cutting in right around me that closely in a long time, if not ever.  And when you started tapping your brake and flipping me off (at least that's what I thought you were doing; I couldn't see your bitch ass finger all that clearly in the snow, boy), I began to realize that you might be on fucking drugs.  Who the fuck else does crazy shit like that on a county highway at 8 on a Friday morning while snow's falling?

Then, I rolled up behind you on the left turn lane.  I didn't think you were crazy enough to cut in front of someone on the right lane that was going straight through the intersection and then make a left turn before we had our green light or the traffic coming straight the other way had theirs, but maybe you're on some insane shit.  Or, you were afraid of me.  One of the two.

Bravo, though, you piece of shit.  I was calm enough to lift the license plate of your Honda sedan.  God, I hope I never, ever see you again, you dangerous fucking asshole.

He's Really Pushing Me To Change My Mind, Huh?

So we have been going to the same place to watch my alma mater's Games for upwards of a decade now.  I'm happy with it because of the familiarity we have built up with the place.  The owner and two of the managers, for example, I think I know and have dealt with since the beginning.  That's a lot of equity, and even though the setup is not ideal -- we could use sound, for instance -- we could do a hell of a lot worse, and so, every season, we come back here ... well, for the most part; there was one time this season we went to another place around the corner because another fan group had its team's Game playing the same time as ours, and their group is way, way larger, so we figured we would go somewhere else.

That might be part of the reason I have felt, for some time, that many of the regulars there are, um, restive about this being our go-to place.  In fact, I remember one time this season that, when we got there, it was busy with no place to watch our Game, and immediately one of the regulars thought we could go to another bar.  That place was packed even more than ours, thank Buddha, and so the insurrection put itself down.  And I mean to use that term; frankly, I don't like the fact that I continue to hear pulses of dissatisfaction with this place.  I remember the four or five places we went to before this bar.  All those places had their drawbacks, and I wouldn't've minded staying in one of them if not for the fact they closed down.  But these guys insist that the grass is greener on the other side, and it's just not.  And frankly, I don't have the energy to try something new, let alone say we're going somewhere else.

That hasn't stopped people, still.  One of my former regulars, who I think no longer goes because he's scared of downtown Minneapolis (he has to stop watching the news), e-mailed me about going to a different sports bar, also in downtown Minneapolis.  I have heard about this place before.  It is bigger, and it also has a program by which proceeds of food and drink can be donated to a scholarship fund for your alma mater.  My ex-regular may have touted this place before.  I have never stepped foot in it, so I can't say for sure it'll be bad, but yes, I am reluctant.  I would be giving up a hell of a lot to go to what is a chain restaurant.  Not only am I, dare I say it, loyal to this bar we've been going to for years, I don't like the idea of taking my business from a mom-and-pop and giving it to a corporation.  Also, I know for a fact that a big alumni group already goes there.  Will there be enough room for us?  Will we get sound?  And what happens if we get harrassed, which might happen because this is college football we're talking about?

To many of them think that we could do much better, and I don't agree at all.  But just to placate him, I'm going to be a bit open and tell him to go there and see how it goes.  I always need a backup plan in case this mom-and-pop bar goes under for some reason.  But I don't think this place is Valhalla.  I'm sure that, if I make the foolhardy decision that we'll watch all our Games here instead, we'll have the same damn problems we face in the place we're at now, and then some.  Then where are we?

Another Sign I'm A Crappy Uncle

I got really tired yesterday, y'all, really tired.  I didn't think I would be, but I was really draggin' at work in the afternoon.  And after my parents made spaghetti for dinner (yum!), I was going to lay down for a bit and, well, see where my body will take me before The Amazing Race comes on.

When I climb into bed, I get a text from my sister-in-law.  She says my niece is playing in a school concert, and we can watch it live.  If they had told me my niece played an instrument, I completely forgot.

I wanted to watch on my phone.  I really did.  But when I got my text, I was really, really tired.  So I set the phone off to the side and shut my eyes with the promise that, if I woke up by the time the concert started, which was about less than a half-hour after I got the text, I would watch.

I think I set my phone aside and shut my eyes at around 5:45.  I woke up, totally serious, at 10:15.  I was hoping the Vimeo had a "Watch from the beginning" feature, but it doesn't.  So I missed my niece's concert because I was tired af.  I know I need to make a more concerted effort to be present for her events ... but dammit, I was tired.  And probably a bad uncle, too.

I texted my sister-in-law to see if I can see a replay of it online.  Hope so.  Hope she's still talking to me.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Wild (Last Week: -1).  It should be noted that the local sports scene has been dreadful, absolutely abysmal for the past couple Weeks.  (That perception might be warped by the Vikings, which shows how much the NFL dominates American sports, but it is what it is.)  There have been at least a couple Days in this period of failure when several Twin Cities teams were playing at the same time and it was only the Wild who won.

For this reason, I am keeping them on top of the survey, even though they lost Saturday at the X Grand Casino Arena to Boston.  It matters that they lost to the Sabers in a Shootout only.  And even though that Loss ended a seven-Game winning streak (which ended this screening Week with an Overtime Win in Chicago and a Shootout victory at home over The Bastard Quebec Nordiques Black Friday afternoon), they beat the Oilers in Edmonton last/Tuesday night, 1-0, so they have won eight-of-nine.  They remain one of the hottest, if not the hottest, team in The National Hockey League, buoyed by the dynamite goaltending tandem of Jesper Wallstedt and Filip Gustavsson.  The early season doldrums can now be forgotten, even if they still sit only third in the Central.

That Win over Edmonton began a four-Game road trip that takes them to the Prairie Provinces and the Pacific Northwest.  Trips to Calgary, Vancouver and Seattle follow.

#-2: Timberwolves (Last Week: -5).  It was impossible that it would stay like that all season, but the T-Wolves finally beat teams with winning records this Week.  Two of them, actually -- Boston at Target Center Saturday by four, then San Antonio by a baker's dozen Sunday.  Now, the downside.  Both the Celtics and Spurs were cold from deep, which helped a lot.  Also, the Woofies were down against San Antone to begin The Fourth Quarter.  Chris Finch was desperate to spark something on the squad, so he sat Anthony Edwards and Rudy Gobert and went small.  That lineup did go on a run that finally put away the Spurs.  I like it when a Head Coach finds something that works and isn't afraid to implement it, especially when it means benching your star players and your defensive stalwart.

Nevertheless, the Wolves remain sixth in the West.  Also, they began the Week losing at Oklahoma City, so they still will have failed to reach the NBA Cup Knockout Round even once.  Drat.  But I wonder if this team is finding itself.  They begin this screening Week playing the second of two Games at The Bastard Charlotte Hornets tomorrow/Thursday night (they beat them in Overtime last/Tuesday night to complete a 3-1 Week -- don't have too much fun down in New Orleans, ya heah!).  They then come home for tilts versus The Bastard Buffalo Braves/San Diego Clippers and Phoenix.

#-3: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -3).  Seeing the squad's early stumbles non-conference, I don't hold out as much hope their season will be a successful as I do for the Wild and even the Timberwolves.  That's why they're down here.  But I have to note they played an extremely entertaining U. S. Hockey Hall Of Fame Game in Denver on Saturday, and they beat then-fourth-ranked Denver in Overtime, 6-5!  The Gophs held a 3-1 lead going into The Third Period and blew it.  L. J. Mooney scored on the Power Play to put the U. back in front, 5-4, only for the Pioneers' Boston Buckberger to tie it with 23.1 Seconds to go in regulation.  But then, with only 35.6 Seconds left in Overtime, Javon Moore, the Carver native, did this:

If I had the time to watch it, and if I thought the Gophers had a chance of winning this one, I would have been thoroughly entertained.

At Ohio St. this weekend to for the final Games of 2025.

#-4: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: -2).  Finished the regular season with two big Matches at home.  Defeated then-#11 Purdue Thanksgiving Eve in four Sets, but got swept by then-#10 Wisconsin late on Black Friday.  Still, that was enough to get Minnesota into a 4-Seed for the NCAA Tournament and the right to host the first two Rounds.  Still, there's no way this outfit wins it all, and I'm still not sure if they can win in the Second Round.  They play Fairfield first Friday night, but then play the next night either the Region's 5-Seed, Iowa St., or, playing in its first NCAA tourney in school history, Little Sister to the east, St. Thomas.  I didn't have plans on going, but I would love to see that Cyclones-Tommies Game ... if I was sure it wasn't going to sell out.

#-5: Gopher women's basketball (Last Week: -4).  I keep waiting for this program to break through, but I'm sorry, but for a third Year in a row, I don't see it.  In the championship contest of The Baha Mar Hoops Pink Flamingo Championship in Nassau, Bahamas last Wednesday night, they got clipped by Alabama, 63-58.  They have played two BcS schools, Kansas as well as the Crimson Tide, and while the Gophs made it close, they lost both times.  There is little to no heft in their non-con resume come tourney time, unfortunately.  Drubbing Samford by 37 at Williams Monday night doesn't mean much.

They have an amuse bouche of a start to conference season playing Maryland at home Sunday afternoon.

#-6: Gopher men's basketball (Last Week: -6).  This is a season that the players playing for Niko Medved have to take their lumps.  In their tournament this Year, the 2025 Acrisure Series in Palm Desert, Calif., they were the ones who went home winless, falling to Stanford Thanksgiving Night by four, then losing to Santa Clara the next night by eleven.  Ah, well.

They begin B1G play tonight/Wednesday night vs. 22nd-ranked Indiana at The Barn.

#-7: Vikings (Last Week: -8).  Just when you think this godforsaken club can't get any worse, they do, and by a large margin.  All those Vikes rubes clamoring for Max Brosmer got the obvious wake-up call they deserve.  The dude threw four picks?  I'm not sure he'll be on a team next Year.  Don't pin Sunday's 26-0 Shutout Loss in Seattle to the Defense; once again, they tried all they could to keep the team in this, and they held current Seahawk and ex-Viking Quarterback Sam Darnold to only 128 Yards and no Touchdowns.  They sacked him four times, too.

This Game, and season, is proving how valuable Brian Flores is.  Keep him.  Meanwhile, what is getting frightening is how the aura of Kevin O'Connell being this offensive guru is being stripped at supersonic speed.  Brosmer is not Josh Dobbs v.2.0; he didn't throw for a TD either, and he got sacked four times, just like Darnold.  Was there nothing O'Connell couldn't do to help Brosmer?  O'Connell once said that young players don't fail teams, teams fail young players.  Well, what does this fucking say to you?  And by the way, the reputation of Kwesi Adofo-Mensah is pretty much shit if it wasn't above that coming into this debacle.  That four Sacks came despite throwing a ton of money on the Offensive Line, a line whose two left positions are now hurt, again.

They probably would've lost anyway, but I think the Game turned on the decision by KOC late in The Second Quarter after Dallas Turner, one of KAM's draft picks who is playing better this Year, forced and recovered a Fumble in Green Bay territory.  Brosmer got the Offense to the Seahawk 4, but it faced a 4th & 1.  Although the O was constipated, Seattle only led at this point, 3-0.  I wouldn't have minded kicking a Field Goal then; a Game the Seahawks were supposed to have seized by Halftime instead would be tied, and Seattle could get a bit desperate as to why this isn't the case.  Instead, they go for it.  A Blitz comes, Brosmer stupidly tries to pitch it out of bounds underhand, and instead Ernest Jones IV catches it and runs it back 85 Yards for the tuddie.  The absolute worst goddamn thing that could happen to the Purple actually fucking happened.  It was 10-0 Seahawks, logic asserted itself, and that's when the Vikings lost the Game.  They lost the season long, long ago.

Kicking the short FG also would've prevented the Vikes from being shut out for the first time since 2007, 34-0 at Green Bay when the QB was Brooks Bollinger.  Honestly, I am surprised by how mad I am that this execrable club got shut out.  Kick the fucking Field Goal!

Marcus Mariota and The Washington Commanders almost beat the Broncos in Washington, D. C., Sunday night.  They're coming here Sunday -- and I think they're going to win easily.

#-Infinity: Gopher football (Last Week: -7).  Kind of feel bad whenever I end the Gophers' football season down here when they win their last Game, but hey, that's college football for you.  But at least they defeated Wisconsin to retain Paul Bunyan's Axe, 17-7 in wintry conditions to watch football on your TV.  Fourth time in five Years, too, and they currently claim the lead in the rivalry, 64-63 with eight Ties forever encased in amber.  And P. J. Fleck stays as Head Coach because Minnesota ain't gonna be fuckin' crazy and think they can do better, tossing millions into the air while doing so.

Psycho At Work

For the first time, there is a crazy customer I and we have to deal with.  I had to take a call from a phone of someone who does not work Mondays, and this idiot was in orbit.

I checked her deal: We are looking for an account number from her, and it seems as if she and my co-worker have been going back-and-forth over it.  She has provided an account or two, but neither of them work, and yet, she doesn't seem to ... get it.  What makes me think she's kind of nuts is that I told her that I noticed she had been in touch with a couple of other people, and she said that she doesn't want to talk to them anymore because, according to her, she was treated rudely and would not speak to them.

She still could not give an account.  She really couldn't give a straight answer, insisting that "we have her information," even though we have been trying, several times, to get one from her.  That's when she went psychotic -- she asked for the manager, she asked for corporate headquarters, she even tsk-tsked when I asked for her number so "my manager" (who I realized won't be in for the next couple days, whoops!) could call her back.  She hung up on me, the brat.

I've dealt with rudeness before, but she is still trying to get something from us without giving us what we need.  That makes her dangerous because, in all likelihood, she's going to contact us again, and that is when we are going to have real problems.  Normally, I would defer to my manager, but like I said, he isn't going to be around.  My plan is to come in and, first thing, tell my co-worker about the call I took on her phone.  I then will suggest and ask for a plan of action, including if there's anyone we can defer to, someone who has the means to shield themselves, us, and the company from this insane person.

I'm not worried ... yet.  But if anything happens, I already let you all know here.

Ah, Men Who Aren't

So Saturday night, after working the Gopher football Game, I was hanging out with a couple dudes downtown who saw our alma mater's football Game.  They left, but I wanted to hang out a little while longer.

I was standing up scrolling through my phone.  I was the only one of this table that had three chairs; although it was busy, there were other tables around me.  One that was occupied was occupied by a lot of people.  I didn't notice that another person joined them.  He apparently wanted a chair.  He saw the one that was next to me.  And he just took it, and used it to sit down with his friends.

No, he didn't ask me.  And he should've.  Sure, I wasn't using it.  But it was obvious that it was a chair that was at a table I was at, so a quick, "Hey, you using this?" would have sufficed.  That was too much to ask of this guy, who sat his incel ass down and, I think, began scrolling through his phone.

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It was a bear to drive down the Megamall Black Friday.  The on-ramp to the first highway I hit was backed up, the drive into The Lowry Tunnel was backed up, and my God, the traffic to park at MOA was backed up for half a mile.

I finally parked.  I'm walking in, and I hear these clomping footsteps behind me.  There's this tall White dude who has this IDGAF attitude coming up behind me.  I fling the first door open for him; he keeps it open while not saying thanks.  At this point he's about to clip my heel with his toe, so I open the second door for him.  He doesn't say thanks; he just keeps striding, almost leaving what looks to be his kids in his dust.  I sarcastically give him the thumb's up; it's only comeback I can think of to let him know what I feel about his fast, intrusive walking.

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There has been a school of thought that video games cause violence.  That idea has been debunked by researched a long time ago, even though I think a lot of people still cling to the notion.  But there has been very small evidence that video games cause aggression.  There are some studies that note a correlation, especially in the short term.

I'm going to be so bold as to believe that video games do cause aggression, and not just in the short term.  I think that the advent of video games coincide with societal coarseness.  I believe that more people have become dicks since video games became popular.  I will go out on a limb that these two arrested development motherfuckers play them, and as a result have no manners and go about life thinking everything's about them, they don't have to wait their turn, and they do whatever they want, fuck everybody else.  A lot of people are like that now, in this country and around the world.  And that's also partially why Trump's in office -- well, that and Russian interference (which Trump asked for, which is illegal) and Musk and social media (also illegal).  And while aggression isn't the same as violence, the former can easily bleed into and beget the latter.  That would be a correlation, wouldn't it?

People scoff at calls to ban or limit video games from the youth until their brains are more fully developed.  Those calls have been proposed to curb violence.  I'm going to say it: Maybe video games should be limited as a way to curb aggression, and then that curb on aggression can lead to a curb in violence.  All things are connected to each other, and in a world that is going mad and is hellbent on screwing the little guy, maybe we need to think about doing that.  Then, maybe these supposedly "frustrated" boys will actually grow the fuck up.

Found My Remote Control ... Now, Where's My Shirt?

So soon after my previous blog post I found my remote.  It was on my bed, underneath my blanket, at a spot where I didn't think it would be.  Maybe if I laid in bed with my remote control in my left hand I could see how it got there, but that's it.

Now, for the past two mornings, I've woken up with my shirt off.  Since Thanksgiving I've worn my thermalware for the first time all season.  Also, I started drinking NyQuil before going to bed, and thank Buddha, that works.  It's knockout juice for me that I need right now as my nose is still runny and I'm generating so much snot that I'm having coughing fits all day.  Finally, since Thanksgiving night, I've turned on my heater in the hope that I can heat up my body so much my nose will stop running.  (That logic makes sense to me; I think that's how this running nose finally stops every winter.)  So I am quickly under because of the NyQuil, and my bedroom is a furnace, so I am guessing that my body is at that point so hot that I have to take my shirt off.

Problem is, I don't remember ever doing that.  I'm not saying I don't remember taking off my shirt the previous two days, but ever taking off my shirt under those conditions ever.  I don't know if the NyQuil is making me do things differently as I get older.  But to be honest, I am going to do the same thing again tonight and the next night and every night until I am free of my running snot.

Where's My Remote Control?

I got home tonight/Saturday night and I can't find my remote.  I know I watched college football late, and I know I didn't turn on the TV yesterday/Saturday morning, so the remote should be where I left it, right at my dresser.  But it's not there, nor is it anywhere on the bed or on the floor.

It's killing me because now I can't turn on the television.  Well, yes, I can walk up to the TV set and turn it on, but why would I want to?  I want to lay on my bed and see the TV from there.  So I've been going without TV watching ever since I came home.  And I think I'll be like that until, or unless, I find my darn remote.

Still fending off this runny nose, and now I see that snow is forecast for today's/Saturday's Gopher Game.  Don't know how much is going to fall, but at least according to my Weather Application, the bulk/worst of it is supposed to fall right during the Game.  I will be outside for good chunks of time; add falling snow and I'm going to be both wet and cold.  And add blowing my nose all day.  Great.

I want to go to a speakeasy this evening, but this damn cold and my running nose is still bothering the hell out of me, and I doubt it'll get any better as I go shopping and walking out in the cold today.  Maybe I should just punt on that, especially since I work tomorrow/Saturday.  But it's been a couple months since I've gone back there, and I want to remain somewhat familiar over there.  Plus, I don't know any other good time to go before the year is out.

I'll go out.  Maybe.

Hottest Babe In The Hooters Calendar: October 2025

It's almost the end of November and I haven't had time to research October.  But, even with a quick glance, I find this month to be quite underwhelming.  I might call it The Worst Month In Hooters Calendar History, but that wouldn't be fair because if this is not the first time I perused the month, I don't remember it.

There are only ten girls this month, and I will single out four of them.  The top two are on top based on a technicality I should revisit.  Without further ado:

In fourth place is Anna, out of Grand Prairie, Tex.  Pure blonde whose hair reaches down to her belly button, she is sporting a deep blue two-piece bikini.  Her top hides her small boobs, but I love her posing with her left wrist on top of her head while she is leaning against a wall.  Her bikini bottom is tied up with what looks like 70 feet of string, what with how it's tying up her bikini bottom.  But that hair, man, that hair ...

In third place is Anastasia, hailing from North Arlington, Tex.  She is wearing a pink/salmon one-piece that is cut out on one side, if that makes any sense.  But she has very light and wavy red hair, and I am a sucker for redheads.  Also, she has a beautiful face.

In second place is Fort Worth's Ruby.  She's wearing either a dark green or black (yeah, maybe I'm weird for not being able to distinguish between those two colors) two-piece bikini, and her wavy brown hair reaches her hips.  She's posed with her left side to the camera.  I don't see her ass, but I can see from the angle of her bikini bottom that she is showing ass while wearing that swimsuit -- not a whole lot, but technically, that's nudity, and so I am ranking her above all others (except one).  I am not seeing her ass, though, I'm mostly projecting, so I might have to rethink or make more exceptions to my "ass = #1" rule.

And that rule applies to the Hooters server in first place, The Main Girl, Chyna, out of Fort Lauderdale Beach, Fla.  The reason there are only two women this month is because her photo takes up the top half of the month.  She is lying on her front.  She is wearing a black two-piece dotted with white ... somethings or other.  She has piercing light brown eyes, though.  Also, she too looks as though she is exposing her ass from what little of her bikini bottom I can see by the way she is posed.  Moreover, I can say with confidence that she is more ass, and that is why she gets the top spot.

Like I said, I might have to revise my rule so that I need to see a Hooters woman's ass in the picture before I elevate her above everyone else.  Till then, congratulations to Chyna and to the other three women.  I ... might have the time to beat off to y'all, but if I do, it won't be any time soon.  Sorry!

Nothing Like The Thanksgiving Spirit Like A False Accusation

I've decided I need to use my heater, so today/Thursday/Thanksgiving Day, after lunch (there's turkey, but we had pizza!), I had to go into what is now Mother's bedroom to find it.  I store it there during the summer.  Well, I thought I did, but that was before my folks rearranged that room and in so doing threw away all my stuff without my goddamn permission.

Anyway, I went looking throughout that room and couldn't find it.  That finally got the attention of Mother, who asked me what I was doing.  When I told her, she asked Father, who said he'd look later (presumably after Thanksgiving dinner), and if he couldn't find it, he'll buy one for me.  Sure, pops.  And that's not what I want. But this is My Fucking Father being an asshole.

One of my parental units asked me if the heater was in my room, to which I replied if it were in my room, I wouldn't be looking in a place other than my room.  But, well, I checked my room ... and sure enough, I should have looked on the other side of my chair, right in front of my desk, and underneath this box.  That's where the heater is.  Whoops.

I had to tell them I found it.  I have to take the hit.  If they want to give me more attitude, I want to tell them that I accused them of "having it" because the source of all my shortcomings in my life is also because of them.  Still, Father probably did not take it well when I said I found it in my room when I answered he/her/them that of course it wasn't in my room.  Let's hope Thanksgiving dinner at about 4 o'clock or so is convivial, or at least not passive-aggressively hostile.

Now I think, or I am reminded, that my runny nose and aching legs is something that seems to happen the weather gets colder or snowier.  And I've been blowing my nose like the dickens all day at work yesterday/Friday.  I thought I had it under control when I went to bed.  This sounds weird, but I could tell the moment, the exact moment, when my sinuses, which was running like a burst dam, completely shut.  I could tell because I don't think I slept at all last night.

Alas, my sinuses got to running again once I got out into the cold, and my nose kept running while I was working.  It's gotten worse since I got home.

Heat, intense heat, has always seemed to shut off my sinuses and snot-running.  I need to do that, but I need to finagle the space heater from Mother's new bedroom, and then, maybe my parents won't like me using so much energy to run the space heater until my room feels like a sauna.  But I work outside at the Gopher football Game Saturday, and I want to shop tomorrow/Friday, and I need to be as healthy as possible, and to do that, I need to warm my body up.

I am cocooning for the next day and a half, and I appreciate doing so instead of being out and about, but I still feel quite crummy, and I can't afford to remain this sick.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

Before I begin, I need to note that I should be spending more time on this WMNSS that I will be -- not only because there are eleven teams I need to cover, but this past Week may have been The Worst Week In Minnesota Sports Ever.  (I know I say that a lot, but this time, I mean it.  And I'll mean that the next time I say it, too.)  But I need to wake up early to go to work, and I will go to work in the first snowstorm of the year, and there is no driver in the world worse than a Minnesota driver upon the first snowstorm of the year.  So I am going to cut all these teams short shrift, then go to bed:

#-1: Wild (Last Week: -4).  Thank Buddha for the Wild.  They went 3-0 this screening Week, defeating The Bastard Hartford Whalers at home (albeit via a Shootout, hence why this club's still in negative numbers), then went on the road and notched back-to-back Shutouts in Pittsburgh and Winnipeg.  Jesper Wallstedt, drafted as a Goalie wunderkind who was awful last season, has been backstopping their success (literally and figuratively), which has shaken off their bad start and now have them in a playoff birth.  And they've won five in a row, too.

They play in Chicago tonight/Wednesday night, then come home to play their annual Black Friday afternoon Game vs. The Bastard Quebec Nordiques and then Buffalo the following evening.  They then visit Edmonton Tuesday.

#-2: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: -1).  Swept at Maryland and Rutgers.  Well, at least they didn't get bit by the upset bug like a few of their fellow teams (see below).  Bracketologists think the U.'s slipping to a 5-Seed, which means they will not be able to host the first two Rounds of the NCAA Tournament.  Man, what happened to this squad?

This is a way to finish the regular season: At home, but versus eleventh-ranked Purdue tonight/Wednesday night/Thanksgiving Eve, then vs. tenth-ranked Wisconsin late Black Friday night.

#-3: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -10).  Split at home against fifth-ranked Penn St.  These motherfuckers lost to Long Island at home!!!  Only one Game this screening Week -- at fourth-ranked Denver Saturday night.

#-4: Gopher women's basketball (Last Week: -3).  Still not convinced.  Yes, they beat South Florida by a dozen Monday afternoon in the Baha Mar Hoops Pink Flamingo Championship.  But in the true test of their non-conference schedule, they faltered late and were beaten at Kansas, in a true road Game, by six.  I don't think these Jayhawks are a wagon, so if the U. was going to take the next step, they should've beaten them.  But they didn't.

They play Alabama this/Wednesday afternoon in the championship Game, I think, of this tournament in the Bahamas.  They then host Samford Monday.

#-5: Timberwolves (Last Week: -6).  I'm starting to hate this team, and I don't think I'm the only one.  They started off beating lowly Washington at home, but then have gone on the road and blown leads and lost in tilts to Phoenix and Sacramento.  Apparently, they also were talking shit before both choke jobs, too.  A team that has fallen short in The Western Conference Finals in back-to-back Years but is now underachieving shouldn't be doing that.  And the Loss to The Bastard Rochester Royals represents the first defeat the Woofie Dogs have had to a squad with a losing record.  They were unbeaten against them up to Monday ... and they were, and are, winless vs. teams with winning records.  Basically they are exactly who you think the Woofs are ... until Monday.

They're at The Bastard Seattle SuperSonics tonight/Wednesday night, host Boston late Saturday afternoon (?!) and San Antonio the next evening, then are at New Orleans Tuesday.

#-6: Gopher men's basketball (Last Week: -7).  Lost by a dozen to San Francisco in Sioux Falls, S. D.  Like I always say, I give a mulligan to a Head Coach's first season.  That's why this club's the best of the winless teams this Week.

For Thanksgiving, they are in Palm Desert, Calif., for the 2025 Acrisure Series.  They play Stanford Thanksgiving night, then either Saint Louis or Santa Clara the next night.

#-7: Gopher football (Last Week: -8).  It feels as though (I don't have time to research if this is really true) that P. J. Fleck's Goofers are good for one howler, losing to a team they should beat.  That happened Saturday, when, in Wrigley Field, they blew a 28-13 lead and allowed Northwestern to score 22 Points straight to take the lead.  The U. needed to score just to get into Overtime, and then Jack Olsen had a Field Goal to send the contest to a second OT ... but he hooked it left.

Fleck isn't getting the U. over the hump.  But really, who are you going to get who's better?

They finish the season hosting Wisconsin, a team that looked like they'd be a pushover, but have won two-of-three.  The battle for Paul Bunyan's Axe will be a contested one.

#-8: Vikings (Last Week: -9).  Green Bay is not that good of a team.  But the Vikes lost anyway, and the six Points they couldn't help but muster is squarely on the shoulders of J. J. McCarthy.  I was busy mulching leaves in my yards, but people who deigned to watch the Game were alarmed at how far "Nine" has regressed, and that's fucking scary.  I will say that the Offensive Line is failing again; McCarthy was sacked five times, and one of his two Interceptions came from a deflected ball by an oncoming rusher.  But yes, J-Mac is becoming a big issue.  And it wouldn't've been an issue if the Vikings didn't say they could fly this plane as they built it.

And McCarthy is now in concussion protocol.  It seems fishy, but apparently there is video evidence of a hit.  That means that Max Brosmer, the backup QB/The Most Like Player On The Team, will probably start when they visit Seattle and their top-rated Defense.  The season was virtually over after losing at home to Chicago (who leads the Division!!), but now it's really over.

#-9: Gopher wrestling (Last Week: -5).  This is unacceptable.  Sure, South Dakota St. is ranked, but they're ranked 18th, the Gopher grapplers are ranked seventh ... and, well, they're South Dakota St.  But the Jackrabbits upset them last/Tuesday night -- and at home, too.  Of SDSU's six Dual victories, five of them were upsets of a lower-ranked or unranked Jack beating a higher-ranked or ranked Goof.  The most embarrassing upset came at 125 Pounds, where fourth-ranked Jore Volk lost to South Dakota St.'s Brady Roark, ranked 21st, 6-4.  It was the first Dual of the night; little did the Maturi Pavilion crowd know then what they were in for.  Glad I wasn't fuckin' there.

They're taking a Week off, and shit, they fucking need it.

#-10: Gopher women's hockey (Last Week: -2).  ... I think that pales in comparison to the Gopher lady icers -- the second-ranked lady icers -- getting fucking swept by, of all goddamn teams, Minnesota State-Mankato.  No offense to the Mavericks, but ... they're fucking Minnesota State-Mankato.  And not only did they lose both contests of a home-and-home, but they got beat handily: 3-1 here, 4-1 there.  I thought that was the first goddamn time these Goofers capitulated to an inferior program, but apparently the Mavs did this to the U. back in 2006.  OK, so it's not unprecedented, but it's still pretty fuckin' shameful.  What a joke.

Home-and-home with St. Thomas in two Weeks.  Hey, maybe the Tommies can sweep these underachievers, too!

#-Infinity: United FC (Re-Entry!).  Of course they can't beat an expansion side, falling at San Diego FC Monday, 1-0.  Season's over.  Many fans believe that the in-season selling of Tani Oluwaseyi is the main reason they couldn't progress past the last eight.  I say they couldn't win because they're a Minnesota sports team.

I have nothing else to say about this, so I want to say a quick word about recent word that Major League Soccer will change its calendar so that they start seasons in mid-July and finish around Memorial Weekend.  I hate it.  I'll expound on the big-world implications some other time (maybe), but now I want to say that the early part of the season now falls in the fall, when I am busy with game-watching organizing and working Vikings Games.  MLS' current schedule, where they start around February and finish in early December, works much better -- for the league, I believe, but especially for me.  And now, because I don't think I can regularly get to see all Loons home Games, I might have to give up my season ticket.  And I fucking hate that.

Nope, The Car's Broken, Probably

No rhythmic crinkling still; the lug nut fixed that.  Still, I am worried about the oil.  Last week I put in, like, 100 mL because, according to the very unreadable orange dipstick, it was low.  I checked after I put in the oil and the level went up, so it looks as though putting oil in helps.

But that dipstick seems to be low whenever I check it these days.  I thought I should check it again, this week, just to see.  And I did that after work yesterday/Monday, and goddammit, the level is lower.  Maybe not low, but it's concerning because, beyond going from downtown Minneapolis to Cedar-Riverside, I didn't really go anywhere in the week or so since I dumped oil in it.

Winter literally is coming.  It'll snow tonight/Tuesday night, and then the cold is coming in and will settle for the time being.  Not ideal oil-adding weather.  So after I came home and ate dinner, I threw in some more oil.  Nothing more than a quarter-quart if that, but if the dipstick is supposed to be an indication of how low I am down to a quart, that line when I check it again should go back up.

And fuckin' A, I immediately regretted it.  What if I put in too much?  That's why I didn't put in half a quart.  I don't want to overfill it.  But I can't underfill it either, so what happens if what I put in is still not enough?  Every car I have to put in oil becomes fucking Goldilocks, for God's sake.  And why in the hell am I putting in oil twice less than a week?  If I have to, that's a sign that my car's going through it way more than it should.  Or, maybe it's not going through oil as fast as I think it is, and I'm just fucking paranoid because I've been traumatized by my cars not working in years past.  Fuck if I know.

I have half a mind to bring my car quickly to my mechanic, again -- just to ask him if there are any oil leaks, and then maybe ask if to teach me how to read the damn dipstick.  But like I said before, they probably are closed Wednesday afternoon.  Plus, the weather is going to be bad then, so I don't know if they'd be in a mood to indulge my anxieties.  Oh, and they might charge me to do that, too.

I'm scared I filled my engine with too much oil, and I'm also scared that my engine will run out of oil a week from now.  Goddamn, I hate being afraid of what my car will do.

Car's Not Broken!!!

What I didn't say in my previous blog post -- I forgot to mention it, honest -- is that I remembered the time where my car last made a rhythmic rattling noise while driving to work in April of last year.  Can it be that I just lost a lug nut?

So early yesterday/Sunday afternoon I decided I would mulch the leaves in both the front and back yards.  That would give me the chance to do something I should've done: Check to see if I had all my lug nuts.  And I'll be goddamned, one of them was missing.  So I had to take time out of what was supposed to be a lazy Sunday to go to a car parts store and find a lug nut.  No worries; the Vikings were slouching through a Loss, so my time was better spent doing this anyway.

Bought it, screwed it in, and, because it probably was best to try it out and see if my car still made that noise, I decided I was going to use it (instead of the minivan) to drive and work out last/Sunday night.  I cranked the radio up while I was driving, but I didn't hear a sound.

Phew!  I really thought my car was in big trouble, but thankfully I took a deep breath and thought about what could the problem be.  Now, the problem is why am I having problems with my car's lug nuts.  Two were stolen and two loosened that one time back in December of 2022, and then there were these three loose lugs, and now this.  Was this one stolen?  Did this just somehow loosen on its own?

Car's Broken Again

For the past few days I have heard a sound.  It was a rhythmic clicking sound that came from the passenger-side rear, maybe the tire, maybe not.  But as I was parking on my way to another bar, I heard the sound, only louder.  Maybe it was my team losing that led to me being quieter and/or more paranoid about hearing things, but this clicking noise became quite audible.

And while I could drive, I felt as though the car was ... not as in good a shape as it should be?  It was shaking down the highway ... maybe.  Great -- I'm back to asking myself whether I can limp this car around for a while or if I have to drop everything and get this fixed right away.

And if it's the latter -- and I usually panic, so it's usually the latter -- I can't get it fixed right away.  Auto shops are never open on the weekend, and I assume this place is already booked up for tomorrow.  Tuesday I have to use the car to take Father to his dental appointment in the mid-morning, and I have to get to work by noon or else.  Wednesday I report to work early.  Thursday's Thanksgiving.  Friday I have the day off, but I really want to do so some shopping then, so maybe I don't want to bring my car in then, especially if there is something really wrong with the click-clacking.  Maybe I can bring it in Wednesday afternoon after work since I get to leave early, too.  But for all I know, my mechanic will be shutting things down as soon as Wednesday afternoon.  Hell, they might be taking the whole week off.

This fucking sucks, and I hate life.

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You Know, I Don't Think My Parents Are Sleeping Together Anymore

By that I mean literally sleeping together, not, um, figuratively (barf)

Like I've said, Mother isn't perfect, but she can walk good now.  I haven't seen her negotiate the stairs all that much, but while she takes it slow, she seems to not have an issue with walking up or down.  The exercises she needs to concentrate on now have to do with adjusting the body while isolating her new knee and putting stresses on her joints (not just her new knee) -- standing up from a chair, high kicks on stairs, stuff like that.

I say this to say that she shouldn't have too much trouble now going up and down the stairs, and down the stairs is where the master bedroom and bathroom are.  That's also where Father ends up after we have dinner.  We all split up: Him to his bedroom, me to my bedroom, and Mother to her bedroom ... which is not the same bedroom as Father's.  Anticipating that she would be incapacitated after knee surgery, they decided that they would turn my former bedroom back into a bedroom where Mother would sleep in as she recuperates.  It's upstairs (we have a split-level) because that's where the kitchen and her sewing machine is.  As long as she was confined to walking on one level, it had to be the one where she can eat and spend her hours at her hobbies.

So that was a few weeks ago.  I assumed it would be temporary, that once she was able to walk up and down stairs without too much pain, she would rightfully move back in with Father in the master bedroom.  No, that hasn't happened yet.  The few times I checked up on her, she is in her bed (it's my bed frame; while this may have been the reason she took my bed, her knee surgery was used by My Fucking Parents as an excuse to toss all the stuff that was important to me, and now I'm getting all pissed the fuck off again, so I'll move on), her pillows arranged how she wants, watching her videos on her streaming box.  She's happy as a clam in her own room.  Moreover, my sister, when she was here, asked if she wanted to move back downstairs once my sister thought Mother could walk down the stairs without too much difficulty.  Mother said no, at least for the time being, because she felt that she would make too much noise and wake Father up if and when she needed to get out of bed in the middle of the night and shuffle to the master bathroom to pee.  Two things about that.  Would that worry change now that she can walk instead of shuffle?  And since she can walk, why wouldn't she move back downstairs and bug Father like usual when she does get up to pee?  It's how they've been living all this time anyway, right?

So it's that second point I want to hone in on.  I'm starting to get the feeling that Mother actually likes her own bedroom.  Why wouldn't she?  She has the whole room to herself so she can do whatever she wants.  And I believe Father snores, and she likes that she doesn't have to hear him snoring.  If she does enjoy sleeping alone, that probably means Father likes sleeping alone as well.  He isn't getting woken up by Mother when she needs to pee, of course.  The only worry Mother has is that Father, who is getting up there in age, won't have someone around him if he falls, Buddha forbid.

I would like Mother to move back down, not gonna lie.  That way I can have the bathroom all to myself.  I don't have to move around the bathmat in case she trips over it.  I can also arrange my shampoo and toothbrush to where I want it.  Finally, I want the upper part of the house to myself in case I don't want to put any clothes on if I need to get up from my bed and shuffle into the bathroom to pee.  However, if this separate bedrooms thing is permanent, and if both parental units are going to be here for a while, this is a New Normal I really, really won't like.

Addendum To: You Know, I Don't Think My Folks Are Leaving Anytime Soon

And yesterday/Thursday, during Mother's PT, I got another sign that they won't be leaving anytime soon.  The good news coming from that session is that she's making such good progress -- or is appearing to make such good progress -- that the physical therapist recommended cancelling the next three sessions.  She just needs to work on the exercises he prescribed and come back in two weeks.

That's great.  She is walking without much assistance, even though my sister and I are worried that she is still walking sort of like a penguin.  The problem is that even though the therapist thinks the visits can be spread out to every two weeks, he thinks there should be a few more visits.  I was under the impression that Mother would be in the clear -- like completely done with everything -- six weeks after surgery.  But the way he makes it sound, there will be another session a week after My Mother hopes to get the "all clear" (and now I don't know if that is the clean bill of health I always thought it was), and then there would be, at least, one more session two weeks after that.  That session, assuming it's the final one, might fall after the New Year.

Now, this physical therapist might not have his dates right, or he may not be totally aware of My Mother's plans.  But if he is correct ... egad, my parents are going to be here through the holidays.  Sheesh.

You Know, I Don't Think My Folks Are Leaving Anytime Soon

So Mother is about halfway through her physical therapy.  She's doing really well; she barely uses her cane, doesn't use her walker anymore (at least as far as I can tell), and she frequently is able to just walk.  What PT is honing in on now is perfecting everything -- getting her knee straight at rest, giving her knee maximum flexion when needed, and walking as perfectly as possible by strengthening all the muscles that need to be strengthened.

My thought before Mother got her knee replaced would be that once she is fully healed and cleared to fly on planes, my parents would take off like bats out of hell and winter out West.  They hate the winters here.  I know that, if they had their way, they wouldn't be in town now because the cold is settling in and the snow could come any day now.  In fact, I want to think that they're beginning to look at ticket prices and packing.  Assuming the doctor giving Mother the all-clear is a given, they could be ready before her final check-in with her doctor and leave the next day.  Makes sense, wouldn't it?

Something else has come up, however: Father's dentures are now failing.  It is now tough for him to eat solid foods.  Apparently he is going out of his way to avoid using the parts of his "teeth" that hurt him.  In fact, I think my sister said parts of his dentures are infected, and that scares me; I have heard of many, many bad things happening to people that stem from infected gums.

So Father has a dental appointment next week.  The hope is that it's not that serious and he can find someone who can fix his dentures where they winter.  But apparently he needs to have his mouth scanned, and if that turns up something more serious, there's a chance the dentist recommend him get immediate, invasive care.  And that would mean he stays put.

My sister speculated that a serious operation and recovery could take several months.  Oy -- knowing my luck, that means they're not leaving the house, are they?

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: -8).  Well, through all the trials and tribulations the Golden Gopher volleyball squad is going through, I have to give them some credit for gutting out a pair of victories over this past screening Week.  First, they not only won but swept traditional power Penn St. on Friday, a tight 23-23-22, their first Win over the Nittany Lions in four seasons.  Then, they traveled to Iowa and survived the Hawkeyes in five Sets, 21-25, 25-19, 25-18, 23-25, 15-13.  Iowa might not be any good, but for a while there I didn't think the U. was either, so I will take this Win as a good sign for the Gophers.

They still are in line to host the first two Rounds of the NCAA Tournament, and that's basically the highest goal they can probably attain.  They will burnish their record going out east and taking on tomato cans Maryland and Rutgers.

#-2: Gopher women's hockey (Re-Entry!).  A perfunctory ass-kicking of Bemidji St., 6-2 Friday at noon at Mariucci Arena, then 9-2 Saturday afternoon at Ridder.  This tells you nothing about this team, nor does this weekend's home-and-home series with Minnesota State, here Friday evening, in Mankato Saturday afternoon (wow, a really quick turnaround time).

#-3: Gopher women's basketball (Last Week:-2).  Immolating New Jersey Tech by 49 Points at home tells you nothing about how good this club is.  A true road Game against a Power 4 school, like tonight/Wednesday night at Kansas?  That'll tell you something.  They will then travel to the Bahamas -- lucky them -- and participate in the Baha Mar Hoops Pink Flamingo Championship.  Kind of a wordy name for a tournament.  Anyway, they'll face South Florida Monday, then either Alabama or Harvard Thanksgiving Eve.  That should also tell you something.

#-4: Wild (Last Week: -6).  Maybe things have stabilized now that they've left that horrible month of October.  They are 6-2 so far in November after defeating Anaheim and (Las) Vegas at home this Week, even though the Win over the Golden Knights was in Overtime.  Points-wise, they are in a four-way tie for third place in the Central.  Thank goodness this is a long season.

They finish up their four-Game homestand tonight/Wednesday night vs. The Bastard Hartford Whalers, then play at Pittsburgh Friday and Winnipeg Sunday afternoon.

#-5: Gopher wrestling (NEW SEASON!!).  The grapplers finally started playing Duals, namely in The National Duals Invitational in Tulsa, Okla., over the weekend.  And they went 4-1 ... and yet I am feeling disappointed.  Their four Wins were all against ranked teams.  Virginia Tech was ranked eleventh and the U. beat them twice; Northern Iowa was 16th and Missouri 17th.  But they got eviscerated by sixth-ranked Ohio St. early Saturday evening by a score of 29-6.  That stings because not only did they go down in defeat to a fellow Big Ten team, but I don't remember the last time the Buckeyes were this good in wrestling.  Sixth was where the U. program was, but it's not there anymore.  So this weekend delineated in what exact tier Minnesota is in wrestling this Year, and that tier is nowhere close to a championship.

Host South Dakota St. Tuesday night.

#-6: Timberwolves (Last Week: -5).  Easily beat the Kings and Dallas, but those Wins sandwich an 11-Point defeat to Denver.  This Week was played at home, by the way.  The Wolves currently sit sixth in the West, but this screening Week is indicative of their season in so far as that they beat the teams they're supposed to beat but can't beat the teams they need to beat if they want to be the team to beat.  Y'know what I mean?

They finish their four-Game homestand tonight/Wednesday night versus Washington, then play at Phoenix Friday and Sacramento Monday.

#-7: Gopher men's basketball (Last Week: -4).  Began the screening Week getting blown out, 83-60, at Missouri last Wednesday in the lone road Game in the non-conference portion of the schedule against a Power 4 school.  Then they had to get to Overtime before besting Wisconsin-Green Bay Saturday, then finally pulled away in the final few Minutes last/Tuesday night against Chicago St.  I will reiterate one of my principles in the WMNSS: I largely give a team whose Head Coach is in his or her first season a pass.  Neither the Loss to the Tigers nor the OT victory over the Phoenix feels good, but hey, so what?

After playing three Games this past Week, they only need to play one this Week -- against San Francisco in Sioux Falls, S. D. (I hear the arena there is really sweet) late Saturday afternoon.

#-8: Gopher football (Re-Entry!).  It could've been a lot worse, but they were never in it in Friday's 42-13 Loss at Oregon.  This isn't much of an excuse, but even though we want to see more from this program, you kind of knew that this was going to happen, right?  That's why I have them ranked where I have them ranked.

Well, at least they get to play at Wrigley Field early Saturday afternoon versus Northwestern.  That seems cool, huh?

#-9: Vikings (Last Week: -7).  I don't exactly know how Sunday's home Loss to Chicago was the one that was the final nail in the coffin for many Vikes fans, but it just feels this way.  Maybe it's because this defeat felt as though this was on the newbie Quarterback, J. J. McCarthy.  He was 16-for-32 on the day for 150 Yards, one Touchdown and two Interceptions.  It wasn't completely his fault; it felt like he was the victim of a few dropped passes.  Also, he played well on that Fourth Quarter drive that culminated in that go-ahead Touchdown.

But then, Special Teams allowed that huge Bears Kickoff return, which led to the Game-ending Field Goal from Chicago Kicker Cairo Santos.  This, like last Week's Loss to The Bastard Cleveland Browns, was winnable.  However, and again it's not all on him, but a lot of it hinged on the misfiring by McCarthy.  Which leads me to my grand point that it's bonkers to say you're going through a "competitive rebuild" on the back of someone who's still learning to play at the NFL level.  I'm not ready to call McCarthy a bust yet.  Maybe he should play hurry-up like he did on that 4Q drive all the time because he seemed in-control then.  And he's played pretty well in spurts.  But it turns out that this season was going to be a baptism by fire for McCarthy, and maybe the Vikings should have sold this season as that, and maybe the playoffs isn't the priority.  Ironically, at 4-6 and dead last in the NFC North, that very well may be the plan now.

At Lambeau to face Green Bay Sunday.  You have to note that the Vikings have lost by one score in four of the seven Games.  For all we know they'll beat the Packers, who aren't playing that well right now.

#-10: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -3).  Yes, they split their series over the weekend.  But they played Long Island.  Long Island.  A program in its fifth year in existence.  The Sharks came into Mariucci Arena and not only beat the Goofers Friday, they fucking killed them, 6-2.  6-2!!!

You could have seen that this would be a rough season because most of their veterans decided to turn pro.  But their lack of action during the off-season, when NIL money and transfer portals gave teams the opportunity to overturn and jumpstart their teams virtually overnight, is coming back to bite them in the ass.  And the way they got embarrassed at home like that to a school some fans didn't know existed, let alone a men's hockey team, might not be forgivable if things continue to remain rough this season.

And the caliber of competition leaps this weekend.  The U. finish their six-Game, three-series homestand hosting probable top pick in the NHL Draft Gavin McKenna and fifth-ranked Penn St. Friday and Saturday.

Well, it happened.  I think there is one day just after the time change where my body reacts to the night coming so early in the evening by making me sleep a long sleep, and it happened last/Monday night.  Now, it was aided by a long day: I took Mother to physical therapy in the morning, and then I went to work around noontime, pulling in a fully day that didn't end until around 8.  After I ate at Burger King, I went home ... and promptly went to sleep around 10:30.  I felt my body being tired, too.  I hear some commotion outside (probably Mother taking her pills) around 5, but I fell asleep again, only to be woken up just now by the alarm.

I should be as awake as I'll be, for the day and, who knows, the winter.

I Was Afraid The Masseuse Made Me Sick

So last week, because I hadn't had one in so long, I needed one, and just to get away for some me time, I got a massage.  And for the first time in a long time, I went to the massage place close to my house, not downtown.  They're cheaper out there, and so I didn't mind indulging $200+ for the first two-hour massage I've ever had.

Problem was the masseuse.  I've had her before, once before.  She is the second masseuse I've used at this place.  The first one was a revelation: Strong hands, she knew where to untie all my knots, and she was so cool to talk to, both informative with what she was doing as well as friendly when we were making small talk.  I have tried for the longest time to get her again, for years actually, but when I try to schedule her online, she's not available.  This reservation system shows the first date she is available, and it's the damnedest thing, but it says she isn't available for months, literally months.  She's great, but I can't believe she's that in demand.  This massage place is in an office park in the suburbs, for crissake.

So the one I had last week was the second time I've had this other masseuse.  She's good, but the first time I had her, she walked in with a cane.  I couldn't believe someone who has trouble walking would do massages, and I was wrong, she was very powerful with her hands as well.  But the juxtaposition kind of stayed with me, and in a bad way, even though she did nothing wrong.

Last week I was desperate for a rubdown, so I went to this place, which I hadn't been to in more than a year, and I got this second masseuse because the first one was still booked out months in advance.  So imagine my surprise when I got to the office park (I was asked on a voicemail left for me if I was willing to move up my reservation; I called back and said work was probably going to keep me where I was at; I only got there ten minutes before my scheduled time) and saw both masseuses just sitting there.  I was going to ask the first masseuse why she was there and when can I get a massage from her, but that would've been rude to the second masseuse who ushered me into the room.

I can't complain that the two-hour massage was bad.  Time actually dragged, which is something weird to say when you're theoretically being pampered like this.  Also, I was face down for half the time, and in the end there my face really began to hurt.  I can't sit face down like that for long, and that's something I need to be cognizant about.  Maybe two hours is a bit too long.

But -- and again, the massage itself was very relaxing -- this masseuse kind of bugged me even more.  There are two reasons that I can recall (although I thought I had one or two more complaints about her but forgot).  One, she inadvertently knocked me in the back of the head a few times with her forearms.  Not relaxing.  Two, and worse, she had three or four really nasty coughing fits during our session.  She said that she was doing that because the cleaning lady was around.  I don't buy that.  I think she had something, and for a few days after the massage I felt like I caught that nasty something from her.  I don't think I got sick, but still, having a masseuse get into several coughing fits without doing all she can to cover her mouth puts a lie to the tranquil, antiseptic atmosphere that is the ideal environment for a rubdown.

So, will I go back to her, and this place?  Probably, though probably not for a while.  Massages are expensive.  Plus, I still cannot fathom how this first masseuse is booked months in advance when she was just sitting around when I came in, and a piece of me wants to ask questions about that.  But, maybe this second masseuse will be healthier when I get a massage from her again.