OK, I don’t give a rats ass for game shows, and never have, but today someone turned me on to the new Price is Right.
Good lord.
I don’t know how long he’ll last at it, but the man has a twisted sense of humor, and he uses it. I don’t know if the contestants even notice, or if it’s lost on them, but the facial expressions, the little snide comments…. I won’t make it a habit, but this is a hoot.
For years I’ve been wearing Sorel boots. For hunting, there’s nothing like them. I can walk all day and all night in Sorels, and my feet feel wonderful.
And then they stopped making the bastards.
Oh, everyone and their brother makes knockoffs, but the knockoffs were not so hot.
So I started looking around, as my pair os starting to get a little long in the tooth, and found out they’re back! You can now once again buy the original 1964 premium boot.
Of course, now they’re made in China.
Bastards.
Still, I can have my Sorels again.
Well, actually, Mr nice guy, most fo the time.
Occasionally I write about something I have done that people find amusing or pleasing, and even Mr porretto occasionaly remarks on my moral character.
Lest anyone think I get swell- headed, the fact is, I’m not Mr Nice guy. IN point of fact, I suspect that I have some particular infraction I commit on a regular basis that would annoy, piss off, or downright disgust every single one of my readers. In short, i’m a scumbag, if you get to know me. I’m certainly not going to broadcast that fact on the blog, but still.
Now, I have a specific focus, and have been told that I have a “well developed sense of justice”. And, thast sense of justice is not what people think of as “law”. So my own code directs my actions. And I’m not concerned what people think about it.
Just don’t go thinking I’m what I appear to be here, because I’m probably not.
As far as you know.
