They Stole It

Some time ago, I created Musings from Myopia, a blog intended to allow me to express my opinions and viewpoints.  Then, I tired of what I had written and, in a fit of discontent, I deleted the blog.  Fortunately, I had backed it up, first, so recently (August 2015) I recovered the backup and it is here.

In the interim, though, someone else apparently decided to take ownership of the blog URL I had used in the hope it might make them some money. I gather it has done nothing of the sort.  I like to think they stole my idea; but when you steal counterfeit money, it doesn't go far.

A WORD OF WARNING: At the time I was regularly posting to this blog, I tended to use extremely coarse language and was far more opinionated and unforgiving of people whose views differed from mine. I have since mellowed.  But the remnants of my rage remain here.

Edge

Slowly making my way away from the edge. It's a long way down.

Temporary Suspension of Cynical Disbelief

I'm a pessimist and a cynic, courtesy of a lifetime of witnessing how base and low and disingenuous people can be.

But occasionally I am moved by what I believe is a person's honesty and integrity and sheer sense of goodness. I hope my assessment of Governor (Massachusetts) Duval Patrick's speech during last night's Democratic National Convention was right. I hope I'm not suspending my cynicism and pessimism to a highly skilled actor. I hope I'm suspending those perspectives to a man who deserves my respect and regard.

I'd like to see more people like Duval Patrick in public office. If Obama is elected to the Presidency, I'm confident Duval Patrick will be offered a very important position. I hope I'm right, both about him and about his future in public service.

I don't trust most of the other people who spoke, though Lilly Ledbetter's comments were hard and from the heart. I hope Goodyear's senior executives were watching and could feel their sales plummet with each word she spoke.

Gelatin, Gelatin, Where Do You Roam?

It's later than I'd like it to be. But, I don't control time. I've often wanted to, but it's never been within my grasp. I'm sitting here in the semi-dark, wondering where all my "people" are. You know, the people who are willing to talk to me in this semi-dark, gelatinous universe. Well, apparently they're not here.

I can have my own conversations, I suppose. And I won't be so judgmental about the insanity that pours forth from my lips.

Help for Someone in Houston

This information was passed on by a fellow blogger, who knows someone who knows someone who needs blood platelet donations in Houston, Texas. If you're able to donate or pass the word, please direct people to this site. The person needing help has an aggressive form of Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Time is of the essence.

Ranchman's Chicken-Fried Steak and Fried Green Tomatoes

(I took the photo with my cell phone, hence the fuzziness--but click, anyway, to embiggen for a closer view.)

We decided to be lazy today...at least a little. We drove to Ponder, a tiny town just north of Fort Worth and just a hop, skip, and a jump from Denton. There, we had chicken-fried steak at Ranchman's Cafe. It's a fantastic little place; it has the best chicken-fried steak I've ever eaten. And one of today's specials was fried green tomatoes, which we couldn't pass up, so we savored the wonderful, artery-clogging goodness of fried food...including the steak, the tomatoes, and french fries (though my wife ordered a baked potato...they usually require you to call ahead to reserve one, but they had an extra so they served it to her).

I discovered during our visit that Bobby Flay did a show on chicken-fried steak there in 2002 and another Food Network show on grilled steak was filmed there in 2003. I haven't see either one. Doesn't matter. We've been visiting Ranchman's since 1998 or 1999 (and it's been around since 1948). It doesn't need PR to stay afloat.

Empty Office

This is my new office, before any furniture had been brought in. Later, probably much later, I'll post an "after" photo.