If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .
Friday afternoon, mostly cloudy and cold, 44 degrees.
I’m still not feeling together enough to string together a real blog. Yesterday, I sat at the keyboard for hours without a single original word hitting the screen. It’s very frustrating as I had told myself that once I returned to this blog, that I would post regularly. But the truth is that I can only post as regularly as the muse allows, and at the moment, the must is being suppressed by overwhelming body pain, the source of which I am uncertain.
It’s not just the morning migraines; now, it’s also my back, a source of such localized pain the likes of which I haven’t had to contend with for quite a while. Anyway, that’s what’s going on. I hope to have a real post up tomorrow, but in the meantime, I have quite a good collection of leftovers for today (in my humble opinion.
So Gillette came out with a commercial for the MeToo movement:
Never before seen error code:
Error 503 Backend is unhealthy
I have always loved Andre Braugher, most especially in “Homicide,” one of the best shows to ever be on television.
From gaymilesedgeworth (a deactivated tumblr account): One of my favorite things in Brooklyn Nine Nine is when you can tell the writers were like “You know, Andre Braugher is an extremely talented Shakespearean actor who graduated top of his class at Juilliard…..what if we took advantage of that for our sitcom”
This is a good depiction of either of my older dogs, Tillie and Bailey, every time a puppy comes near:
The San Francisco Examiner, California, April 10, 1927
A murmuration in Otmoor, London, UK (1-4-19), something I’ve always wanted to see:
In 2015, a drought in the southern Mexican state of Chiapas revealed the ruins of a 400-year-old church, Temple Santiago:
Here’s a video:
I didn’t know this:
More later. Peace.