I swear, at some point you’ll get a Nocturnes Magazine Season G recap. Hopefully next week, since that’s when the first round of the playoffs end, the draft’ll be right around the corner. But life has gotten in the way. (Also of my draft prep, which is tricky because I’ll be picking at the end of the 1st round so I actually have to think about it instead of “who’s the best starter, or is there an elite reliever?”
The former Senorita Weaselo ending things seemingly at the same time the idea of an apartment for us popped into the ether. Instead, just an apartment for me, away from Apartment Weaselo, away from ghosts of grandparents, figurative and potentially literal, away from Padre Weaselo, “temporarily” here. And now… it’s get the keys day once Zelle stops being a pain in my ass about daily limits and waiting a full 24 hours, not just midnight the next day, the fucks. And move things in! It won’t be Senor’s home yet. (I won’t be able to get the mattress in there from Wayfair until Monday or so at the earliest because I’m still gigging all throughout this, and you kinda need to sleep at home.) I have to call Con Ed and Spectrum. There’s much to do, and I finally get to do it. For myself.
I know I held myself back, for her, to move forward with life when we were ready. And now that it’s just me, life tumbles forward. You can only hold the spring of the machine for so long before it fires and the pinball game begins. Hermana Weaselo pointed it out in terms of the cracks in our armor, even from early days. Now I hope to build home for myself, until my brain and my heart and my soul find the person who truly is Home, and to build that home with.
Sports Tonight: Hockey and basketball, CFP has games tomorrow and Friday before we get to Wild Card, Bitches! Now, if you excuse me, at press time, the Zelle cooldown has elapsed, so… send!
Was watching Lakers-Spurs (currently at the half) and thinking that Wembanyama kid is a tall drink of water. Then I realized Luka Doncic is tall as well, so he’s a tall drink of eggnog. Luka also has more than half of the Lakers’ points so far, so (shrug).
In all seriousness, The Canadia needs to become a nuclear power, and right quickly.
Maybe they already are, but just don’t want to brag about it.
Y’know how reticent and humble them Canuckians are…
It would be a nice safety on this loaded hair-trigger unattended firearm that is the nation.
They’d have to build falloot shelters.
I could see this scenario happening:
Western prairie provinces declare they are fed up with Ottawa.
Trump offers them to join the US.
Quebec says, “Fuck this, were independent!” Or, more likely, “Merde, nous sommes indépendants.”
Ontario is the only province wanting to remain in Canada but the only thing anyone there cares about is how this affects the Leafs’ playoff chances.
US annexes the Western provinces, Nunavut, and the Arctic territories.
The Leafs win the Stanley Cup
Everyone forgets about New Foundland and Labrador.
Oh, and New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Nova Scotia become Maine 2 Electric Boogaloo
Some parts of Maine are cool though. Looking at you Old Orchard Beach, Kennebunkport, Portland
They would say “Chalice! Fou Anglos”
New place is good for a new start. You will be OK Buddy. Decorate to your taste, enjoy.
Or if like me back then, discover your taste!
I still have the most dude apartment ever.
My inner Scandinavian is sad for Greenland.
My inner pollock bets their snow is the light easy shoveling kind.
My outer american is silent. He’s not feeling great about being one. Why did his parents have to screw here?
Congrats on the new pad! Other than the actual physical lugging around of possessions it can be a lot of fun moving in somewhere new and getting it all set up and feeling how you like it. Let me know if you need any hammock recommendations! I still have most of the dish set I got at one of those miscellaneous housewares stores in Chinatown from when I moved into NYU’s Water Street dorm my sophmore year (my first place with a kitchen). I wish there were more shops like that around
Cheers to you for getting a post up even in the midst of all this, Señor!
It smells ofskunk here this evening. Fortunately my dog didn’t get herself blasted again – though she did dart outside to investigate when she noticed the smell. I am concerned that our neighbor’s dog (a young husky) is the current victim.
I’m choosing to read that as your dog hanging around out back getting blasted by smoking skunk like a moody teen rather than getting rejected by a cheap PePe LePew lookalike
Good on you for soldiering on with the apartment. That’s brave and smart.
Found a cool:
The Wrathful Loon – Blood on the Snow
Minnesota Hoists The Flag of Revenge
ht: https://www.etsy.com/shop/wideawakes/?etsrc=sdt&dd_referrer=&page=1#items
2026 Vibe Check
https://www.lbc.co.uk/article/danish-troops-shoot-first-us-greenland-5HjdQNW_2/
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Over the holidays, my sister gave me some home made chili crisp she got from a guy at their local farmers market. He wants feedback before selling it. I’ve taken it upon myself to try and drink some of it. I’m currently sipping on a medium martini with a chili crisp oil float, and it works better than I thought.
I love every word of this, hoping this makes cocktail of the week
There may or may not be 2 ounces of gin being fat washed by chili crisp oil in my freezer right now
I bet that would be good mixed with pineapple juice too
Oh yeah it does. The plan is a dry martini with the fat washed gin for now, with a lime coin garnish
We discovered a blood orange tree in the neighborhood that is dropping fruit over the fence, so I’ll be making blood orange sidecars later on.
Jim Tomsula, with pride at RTD, artist’s interpretation:
Speaking of delusion (but delightful for my inner cynic), the talk is growing that TheFlower could be coaching for his job Saturday. One year left, decidedly meh play-calling, multiple one and done. Oh be still mah heart. Looks up to the sky in WASP.
*you’re not Anglo-Saxon nor protestant* SHUSH!
but r u willing 2 LEARN???
I is smrt mostly!
Update: The Bengals Fanbase has reached the Delusional Phase of the Offseason. “I saw John Harbaugh at the mall.” “Duke Tobin never gives press conferences except for the draft. Maybe he’s going to announce an expanded scouting department.” “Mike Brown trust people he knows and considers family. Boomer Esiason isn’t doing NFL Today anymore. Maybe he could be the GM.”
And the delusion does not limit itself to the sports world.
“Now I hope to build home for myself”
I think that is a wise way to look at this. Have some Sr. Weaselo time & just be you for awhile.
I totally get this. I was happily married for 42 years, and I will miss my man until the day I die, but this is the first time I’ve ever been living on my own. Not gonna lie, some days it sucks, but for the most part I love it. It’s me time.
My mom describes it as trying to figure out who she is. She has good days and bad, but she is getting better. We describe it as the New Normal.
The correct way to view this. It’s a new adventure.
After my divorce I had no idea what it would be like being single again.
About 4 hours later it was revealed.
It is fucking awesome.