Principled Man

Wordle 1,035 1/6 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Yes, I do amuse easily.....

Yes! I go to the cinema ! Specifically, the La Crosse Cinema in La Crosse, Wisconsin! A cinema is also called a theater and a movie theater. A film is also called a movie, a motion picture, a moving picture and a flick. I really miss my old Minolta 35mm film camera. When I was in Europe, I took 36 rolls of pictures. That sure was a lot of film to develop!!

I'm sick of trying to discuss a great film only to have someone bring up a Simpsons spoof of the film. I want to hurt them....

Elephant in the Room: "Wow...so that's how to get noticed! I have to go outside!"

What the Hell is going on out there?!! Yesterday's bizzarro BS starts right where it left off.....bloop single, then a single, then a bunt that the Brewers flubbed, then a smash off of pitcher Wade Miley's leg, then a 3-run homer, then a throwing error, then Angel Hernandez calls a phantom balk.....

What does a zombie need to cure its constipation? BRAAAANNNS!!

A famer and his wife agreed to go to marriage counseling. Marriage Counselor [to the farmer]: If you want to turn on your wife more, say nice things to a tractor. Get it? Famer: OK. [Farmer and wife return home. Farmer walks straight into the barn] Farmer [in a flirting tone of voice]: Hello, Deere....

Dammed Padres and their FOUR cheap-ass bloop singles....

Christopher Nolan’s “Interstellar” will be re-released in theaters in honor of the sci-fi epic’s 10th anniversary. The film, which earned an impressive $731 million globally when it debuted in 2014, stars Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain and Matt Damon and is set in a dystopian future in which a group of astronauts must travel to the far reaches of space to find a new planet for humankind to colonize. Paramount Pictures announced the re-release during its presentation to theater owners and executives at CinemaCon, the exhibition industry conference taking place this week in Las Vegas. “Interstellar” will fly back into theaters on Sept. 27, 2024. It will be shown in 70mm Imax prints (Nolan’s preferred format), as well as on digital screens. Warner Bros., which co-produced the movie, will work in coordination with Paramount on the revival.

Brewers: Six straight games with 7 or more runs scored. 12, 8, 9, 7, 11, 11 Brewers are 2nd in Hitting and OPS, and 3rd in Runs and Home Runs. What a turnaround from the last few years.

Dear Apple TV+, The Brewers are kicking ass, and I can't watch them, as you A-HOLES took the game away from me. To HELL with all of you! That is all. [/rant]

Robert MacNeil, a Canadian-born broadcast journalist who built what is now “PBS NewsHour” and served for two decades as its urbane, evenhanded co-anchor, died April 12 at a hospital in Manhattan. He was 93. Mr. MacNeil, known as Robin, and Jim Lehrer, a former Texas newspaperman, formed one of television journalism’s most successful and enduring partnerships in 1975, when they launched what became “PBS NewsHour.” As the news world transformed around them with the arrival of 24-hour cable news and combative political talk shows, they maintained a reputation for sober, straightforward reporting and analysis. “I think we helped create a place for a civil discourse and respect for complexity in a medium which often respects neither — you could even argue increasingly respects neither,” he told the Times in 1995, shortly before stepping down. “Those aren’t small things.” All of our newspapers and other news services should be writing stories about THIS man and not about that other "person" who recently passed away.

My first Bengal game was on my 14th birthday - November 17th, 1975. Buffalo Bills @ My Beloved Bengals. It was the Bengals' first Monday Night Football game. We had field seats behind one of the end zones. O.J. Simpson ran left, he ran right, he ran up the middle...for a total of 197 yards and 2 TD's....but too bad for YOU, O.J.! The great Ken Anderson passed for 447 yards and 2 TD's, and the Bengals won 33-24. Today, all I can say about O.J. is this: [crickets] (Everything that should be said about him has been said many times.) EDIT: The Washington Post has already shut down all commenting forums in their articles on Simpson. Imagine that. I WILL say something bad about Playboy Magazine. I subscribed to the magazine in the early 90's. During the "Trial", Playboy did a pictorial of Simpson's then-girlfriend, Paula Barbieri. That was the last straw for me, as I was already fed up with Playboy's questionable publishing. I cancelled my subscription via a very strongly-worded letter to the Editor. Playboy actually printed it in their "Letters" section, but they omitted over half of it. I pulled no punches....LOL

Packers @ Eagles! Friday, September 6th...in Brazil! The first NFL regular season game to be played in South America.

I estimate my split-loyalties to be about 80/20 in favor of the Brewers. When they play each other, I always want the Brewers to win, but with no ill will. All of my ill will is for the Cardinals and Cubs!

FORT WORTH — For one Ft. Worth family, Monday's excitement was eclipsed by an even bigger event: the birth of their baby. Alicia Alvarez gave birth at 1:04 p.m. at Methodist Mansfield Medical Center to Sol Celeste. She came into the world at 6 pounds, 9 ounces - and nine days early. "I started feeling contractions around 4," Alicia Alvarez said. "I didn't think in my wildest dreams that she would be born during the eclipse." When Alicia Alvarez's labor pains picked up, their only concern about time was making it to the hospital. "We ran into a lot of traffic because everybody was going to the eclipse, wanted to see the eclipse," she said. "So it took us about an hour and 30 minutes to get here." Sol Celeste, whose name means celestial sun in Spanish, made her appearance just as the sun was disappearing. "I just saw, while she was in the bassinet, that it started turning dark," said Alicia Alvarez. The Alvarezes actually decided they were going to name her Sol months ago. They chose that because they had named her big sister Luna, which means the moon. "I wanted something that they could share together. So I loved the continuous name of Sun and Moon, and it was just the continuous love," she said.

Brewers @ Reds I hate it when they’re playing in Cincinnati. Almost every game is a hair-pulling battle, strange things happen, no lead is safe, the 9th inning is never easy…..

I swear on my stack of Rush CD's: I was cranking Jacob's Ladder (ESL) when I drove into my grocery store's parking lot and saw this.

My application for the sunscreen factory job was rejected. So I reapplied.

You are my sunshine (An essay by Alexandra Petri - Humorist, Satirist and Poet from The Washington Post) I don’t know if you’re familiar with the sun. Large. Spherical, I am told, though it looks round to me, when I catch a glimpse of it. Gassy. Well, it turns out, it is just a star. It is just a star up there with millions and millions of other stars. From the right angle, the moon can eclipse it entirely. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen this happen. I have, and a few million-odd others. Mostly it was a Monday like other Mondays, and then for a little under four minutes in Indianapolis — my spot in the path of totality — the sun disappeared and it was twilight. I was on the motor speedway, in the stands. I spent most of the run-up to the eclipse waiting in a long line to get a sandwich. (This is also what I do at sports games; I find it helps the team. Whenever I get up to get a sandwich and stand in a long line, bang, something important to the team happens. It is my small contribution to the world of athletics.) It’s hard to put into words, the sensation of realizing your favorite star may only be locally famous. In fact, all its fans are geographically confined to a specific region — a specific planet, even. All it takes is the moon in the wrong place and — poof. The first moment it occurs to you that you have gotten attached to something that isn’t available everywhere can make you feel both somewhat provincial and impossibly fond. A surprise: The world is smaller than you thought. There are different ways of ordering a pop or a soda or a Coke, and yours is not the universal one. Now try this with the sun, just one more numbered star in a vast impersonal almanac of stars of equivalent size. When it went away for those four minutes, it looked so impossibly, embarrassingly small. It was like the moment at the airport when you leave home for real, and you glance back at your parents and they are just two people in a crowd of other identically small people, older and smaller than you remembered. Oh, that’s just our neighborhood star. It looked big because it was so close. When my daughter was a baby, we would play peekaboo. Where did you go? When are you coming back? Don’t go too far. I love you. She plays it with me now. She is big enough already to know it’s a game, not to be genuinely surprised by my sudden return. Now she takes her turn hiding, and I wait for her to reveal herself, squealing with laughter. The next time the sun goes away like this, we will both be too old for this game. Right now I am big to her. Big and, I hope, assumed, and visible at 6 a.m. The next time the sun goes away, my scale will be different. It’s one of those gaps of time across which it’s impossible to project yourself except in vows, an imprecise measurement of time at best. There are days when I don’t take any pictures of her because she is so very much everywhere, and then, in a few weeks, that particular child is irretrievable. I sing “You Are My Sunshine” to her, and she gravely corrects me when I sing the wrong lyrics. Right now, I see you, sunshine. I see you all the time. For want of anything better, we began the afternoon’s festivities with the national anthem. Enough of us were gathered together on the Indianapolis Motor Speedway to watch the total solar eclipse that it felt like the kind of gathering whose opening should be formally marked. Lacking any more planetary music, that was all we had on hand to mark it with. You need something to mark this personal, impersonal bigness and smallness. The sensation of seeing your name in the undifferentiated list of a telephone directory, or seeing your town on a globe, or waiting for the face of someone you love to emerge from a crowd and walk across a graduation stage. There are so many suns. That one is ours. Where did you go? When are you coming back? Don’t go very far. I love you.

That looks like my cousin, SAL....

My niece is majorly attached to her cats. When Elrick had to be euthanized recently, someone from the vet came to my niece's house and did it there. She was a basket case before the event, but she came out of it a LOT stronger. She grew up a lot that day.

Gandalf, where are you! We need more of your smoke ships!

No road trip for me. I get to stay home and pray to the clouds, beseeching them to be gone for a while. Seeing an 80% eclipse is a lot better than no eclipse!