Sunday, August 30, 2026

About That Bold Move…


…the ubiquitous black rectangle is back.

I really wanted to use my little flip phone…


…it fits so nicely in my pocket and has a retro cool look and feel.

But...it has one major shortcoming with which I simply cannot live:

It can't connect via bluetooth to my Xlink device...


 ...and that's what makes my antique rotary dial phones work.


That, my friends, is a deal breaker.

After a little research I found out why it doesn't work:

TCL flip phones (both 2 and 3) use Bluetooth 4.2, and the Xlink uses version 5.0.

I scouted around a bit and found a Kyocera flip phone that would work with my Xlink, but I'm tired of spending time and money on this.

Especially since my old iPhone SE works with Puretalk; all I had to do was put my PT sim in my iPhone SE...


...and voila:


...back in the saddle.

Flippy gets to stay on as a backup - it's free with my plan - so I've decided to take the L on this one.

Machine, 1 - Resistance, 0.

Just wait 'til next time.


According to our friends that prognosticate the weather...


...we're just a few short days away from Fall.

You recall for meteorologists, seasons begin on the first day of the month in which the astronomical <solstice or equinox> occurs.

Since the Autumnal Equinox happens on September 22nd, Fall begins on September 1st...3 days from now.

Why do we care?

I'm so glad you asked.

In a recent poll (of 9 fingered men who live in Michigan, are owned by 3 cats, and are married to the most beautiful woman in the world), Fall was voted the best season of the year because:


Duh!  The magnificent crescendo of colors, of course.  God, the Master Artiste, embellishes the countryside with glorious hues of red, yellow, orange, burgundy and brown.


Really?  You had to ask?  Pumpkin patches!  You've got jack-o-lanterns to carve and sheaves of corn stalks to display.


And don't forget apple orchards with wagon rides, cider and donuts.

The primary advantage of apple orchards?


The world's best apple pie, courtesy of Karen.  Truly a seasonal delight I crush on all year long.


Leave us not forget everyone's fave (autumn) holiday, All Hallows E'en.

Its shady origins aside, this is a great opportunity to share the truth of God's love with lots of smiling children (and their parents) as they come to your door and happily accept whatever you give them.

Why not include a gospel tract along with that candy?

You might just change someone's life for good...forever.

Lessee...did I forget something?


Not a chance, just saved the best for last:

Fall Golf.

Nothing beats a crisp early morning stroll through the countryside festooned with autumnal glory, chasing that little white ball from tee to pin with your hickories.

Truly, I could live year 'round in September, but alas!

'Tis but a single month, here and gone too soon.

Embrace it while you can.

It will reward you with beautiful vistas, delicious food and cherished memories for the rest of your life.

yep, we're jumping the gun a bit

Speaking of hickory golf...


...that's my current playset: l to r, 20* long spoon, lofting iron, putter.

Humble, I know, but over the course of this so-so season, those have become my 3 best clubs.

For now, if I carry another one, it will only be for backup in case my long spoon breaks.

I've tried other long nose woods from the tees this season...been switching out clubs from 12* to 16*, but I don't hit any of those as consistently - or as far - as the one above.

So I figure why waste the round constantly scrambling, trying to salvage mediocre drives?

Last week was another push - won Monday, lost Thursday - we'll see if zeroing in on just the clubs I hit best makes a difference.

If nothing else, it cuts down on time trying to decide which club to use for each shot.

More to come...


My lawyers maintain insanity is a winning defense, so I say let's roll the dice and 23 Skidoo:

they never smile for the camera, probably bc they feel guilty eating the birds' food (enlarge the pic and look closely at his nose)

we're getting an early start on our fall decorating...

... both outside...

...and in.  love that orange owl from hobby lobby.

we're nice people and all, but seems like he's just a wee bit too relaxed

right behind this beautiful garden in our courtyard...

...was a BIG nest of yellowjackets.  sorry boys, but I'm allergic.

just because I like it


In December of 1973 "The Exorcist" premiered, but didn't make its way to Maine - where I was a junior in high school - until 1974.

A group of my classmates decided to go see it and urged me to join them.

I flatly refused.

"Why?" they taunted.  "Are you chicken?"

I had to think about that.

I wasn't raised in a Christian home, and didn't come to know Christ until the early 80's.

In 1974, everything I knew about Christianity, demonic possession and the occult would fit comfortably on the head of a pin.

So I knew nothing of God's explicit warnings in His Word about the dangers and consequences of the occult:

³¹ Regard not them that have familiar spirits, neither seek after wizards, to be defiled by them: I am the LORD your God.

    - Leviticus 19:31

¹⁰ There shall not be found among you anyone that maketh his son or daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch,

¹¹ Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer.

¹² For all that do these things are an abomination to the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee.

    - Deuteronomy 18:10-12

¹⁸ Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

    - Exodus 22:18

¹² For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

    - Ephesians 6:12

Back in 1974, the only thing my 17 year old self knew was I didn't want to see it; it just felt wrong somehow.

Ironically, the Special Effects Director - Marcel Vercoutere, who won a Saturn Award for Best Special FX - felt the same way.

He was quoted as saying, "I felt I was playing around with something I shouldn't be playing around with".

The production of the movie was plagued with many problems, injuries and even deaths among cast, crew and family members; the 85 days allowed for filming ballooned to 200, and production costs tripled the original budget.

Audience reactions were extreme - one reviewer reported access to bathroom sinks was blocked by all the vomit.

In spite of this, my classmates went ahead with their plan to see the movie.

The result?

The ones who actually watched the movie - several of them got up and left - told me privately they wished they hadn't.

One of them confided he now kept his bedroom light on all night.

They got no "I told ya so"s from me; I felt sorry for them, but really, what did they expect?

No sane person would drink motor oil; it's poison and will kill your body.

You think poisoning your brain by what you watch and listen to won't kill your mind?

That was more than 50 years ago, and I suppose by today's standards The Exorcist is considered light fare.

That's a very sad commentary on the downward spiral of our society.

The Apostle Paul wrote these words in his epistle to the Philippians:

  Finally brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

    - Philippians 4:8

Got that?

Fill your mind with whatever is true, honest, just, pure, lovely, of good report, virtuous, and praiseworthy.

Why?

Next verse:    ...the God of peace will be with you.

Bet my classmates would have preferred that to their nightmares.

later, mcm fans...




Sunday, August 23, 2026

In A Bold Move...


...I dumped the ubiquitous black rectangle...


...for a snazzy new flip phone.

As expected, I've been kicked off my former employer's cell phone plan, so have to get my own now.

Unimpressed with the steadily growing size of today's boring smart phones - they now rival the original brick phone of the 80's for heft -

yes, that's the Al Gore, climate alarmist and self-proclaimed inventor of the inter-web, transacting important business on his brick phone:  "Tipper?  Does my hair look ok?"

- I opted for something that fits easily in a pocket.

In spite of Mike Rowe's recent tiff with Puretalk, I signed up with them for $35/month and a free TCL Flip 2 phone.

They shipped it, we ported my old # from Verizon to Puretalk, and then found out the phone they shipped was DOA.

It powered up but little else; a white screen but no home page and unresponsive to keystrokes.

So back it went and I'm waiting for the replacement phone, due here early next week.

That means, for the first time in 3 decades, I'm cell phoneless!


Just kidding on the panic thing...it's been a week and a half so far, and it's actually kind of liberating.

More than half my life happened pre-cell phones, and somehow all seemed ok back then.

Not so surprisingly, all seems ok now, too.

There are a few websites I frequent that require 2-factor authentication, so yeah...that's kind of a temporary pain.

But other than that, life has not screeched to an abrupt halt.

I'm probably a little more tuned in to what's happening around me, less distracted by nonsense emanating from the palm of my hand.

The plan is to continue this trend when I get my flip phone up and running.

Despite its retro/throwback appearance, it does have wifi and bluetooth, but a relatively small screen which should discourage doomscrolling...

"My wife keeps yelling about a fire or something, but I know I saw a video of a cat fighting a cobra on here somewhere..."

...through the sewage system known as the internet.

Hey, don't look at me like that; could have been worse.

I still have an old Nokia kicking around here somewhere...


...was tempted to dust that off again.

In the meantime, if you must get hold of me, you can try calling the operator and ask to be connected to WOrth 8 3062.

Let me know if I answer.

I was about 8 years old...

Christmas, 1964.  I'm the handsome one.

...and living in Pennsylvania back then.


That's gonna do it for this week.

I lack the time, emotional energy and intestinal fortitude to delve into the depressing world of politics.

Losers like Swalwell, Angie Nixon, Al-Sayed, Newsom, Schumer, Jeffries and the rest of the depraved D's will have to wait for another day to be pilloried.

Right now I have to descend into the woods to put up a chicken wire fence to keep some huskies from attacking and killing our cats.

¹⁴ If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

    - II Chronicles 7:14

LORD, let it be so.

later, mcm fans...




Saturday, August 15, 2026

"Woke 1 Was Crazy!"

 
So giggled Alexandria Occasionally Coherent...
aka AOC, on ABC's "This Week" hosted by cartoonish fangirl, Jonathan Karl.

that's make-believe journo JK on the right hanging out with a few of his imaginary friends.  as his <doe eyed interview> clearly shows, JK's heart is all aflutter over AOC

Oops, wrong pic of Miss Occasionally Coherent...here we go:


I always get her confused with that jackass from "Shrek".

Considering he's supposed to be speaking truth to power as a hard hitting journalist, Karl's kissy face fluff piece soiree was embarrassing.

The only thing missing was a shared malted shake with two straws...

O Alexandria!  You're like, so neato!          O Jon!  I know!

...as they tittered their way through his slow pitch softball questions.

But as <one pundit rightly observed>, the D's don't get to lightly dismiss the insanity they espoused...


...as they canceled, censored, excoriated and humiliated normal people for daring to have common sense beliefs like...

* men can not magically become women just because they say so, and thus should not compete against women in sports, use their bathrooms or share their locker rooms.

* in spite of what soi boi James Talarico says...

 
...the Bible does 
not teach there are 6 different genders ("So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created He them." Genesis 1:27), it teaches there are 2;

* defunding the police is a great way to become a victim of crime;  -and-

* abolishing prisons is a fine idea if you enjoy the company of murderers, rapists, thieves and pedophiles in your neighborhood.

The bad news is "woke 1" implies "woke 2"...


...which unfortunately is already here in the recent spate of disturbed antisemitic DSA candidates.

Poster boy for this political sewage spill is Michigan's D candidate for the U.S. Senate...



As the above essay makes clear, Abdul is committed to Sharia law and holds beliefs which stand in direct opposition to Article VI, clause 3 of our Constitution:

The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the Members of the several State Legislatures, and all executive and judicial Officers, both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by Oath or Affirmation, to support this Constitution; but no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States.

Get that?

All these lunatic DSA candidates who want to tear down our Constitution, if elected, will be required by law to swear to uphold our Constitution!

In short, they cannot legally hold office.

Welcome to woke 2, the land through the looking glass, brought to you as always by the morally bankrupt, brain dead D's.

May God have mercy on our souls.


We've got another half-HGU this edition, since I once again split the week; this time with a 5-4 win on Monday and a 5-4 loss on Thursday.


That happens to be Thursday at 7 am, but Monday was about the same...not quite as foggy, but close.

The maddening part of Thursday's loss is I just needed to win one of the last 2 holes to win the match and had ample opportunity to do so on both holes.

But, reaching deep into my personal arsenal of self-sabotage, I managed to adroitly snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

The final nail in the coffin was a missed 5 ft putt on 9, after first chipping over the green to ensure my chances at victory were minimal at best.

Stay tuned in the coming weeks...


...for more fun with hickory golf.

Before we leave this frustrating topic, here's some cryptic advice an older golfer conveyed to me:

"Nothing is everything, but everything is something."

Say what??

In English:

In spite of what you may see in the thousands of online "fix your game" videos, there is no "one thing" that will solve your golf woes...no training aid, no tweak to your grip, stance, equipment or mindset.

That's not to say you don't need to fix some or all of those things, but you can forget about the magic pill.

On the other hand, everything in your game matters:  your grip, your stance, your swing, your attitude - all of it makes a difference.

Take-away:

Stop looking for gimmicks and shortcuts; buckle down, mind the details and practice.

And most important, enjoy it!

Golf is a game...


...and games are supposed to be fun.


Now, for the highlight of your week (please, say it ain't so), let's 23 Skidoo -

mr. G showed up - not see his shadow, but to munch on some watermelon

rose of sharon bushes are absolutely gorgeous this year

hydrangeas on the hill are coming along nicely

the vanilla to strawberry transformation is just about complete

I'm betting they're the tallest in their class

in spite of what it looks like, I'm very relieved that can't possibly be acorns falling already...it's barely mid-August...

not dead; sleeping

ditto.  you might want to wipe that countertop before...um, yeah...



Woke up in a cold sweat today; had this terrible nightmare that it was already August 15th - halfway through the last month of summer!

Thankfully I realized that can't possibly be true; seems like yesterday when we observed Memorial Day...

...so we can't be a couple of weeks away from Labor Day already...


...can we?

You know the answer to that; it's what Elvis sang about...

 
...in his mega-hit,
<Funny How Time Slips Away>.

So - if I may once again ring that bell - use whatever time God has given you wisely:

² Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving;

³ Withal praying also for us, that God would open unto us a door of utterance, to speak the mystery of Christ, for which I am also in bonds;

 That I may make it manifest as I ought to speak.

 Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, redeeming the time.

    - Colossians 4:2-5


later, mcm fans...