How'd You Celebrate?

So. . . how'd you celebrate January 6?  I didn't hear a peep from my republican buddies, so I figure they all went to a party to which I wasn't invited.  

I mean. . . really. . . who are you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?  

I tried watching the new Ricky Gervais Netflix special. 

Meh.  

I tried watching the new Dave Chapelle Netflix special. 

Meh. .

I watched "Killers of the Flower Moon."

👎👎👎

Maybe it's just me.  I mean. .  . I finished watching the latest season of "Emily in Paris" last night.  Wasn't wild about it, but I didn't mind.  Kinda like watching "The Mary Tyler Moore" show, I think.  

I saw an opinion piece in The Times this morning.  I didn't read it.  I was just fascinated that old "Caught with His Pants Down" Toobin is kinda back.  And it made me think of Anthony Weiner.  I wondered why there was nothing about him in the Epstein Files.  

Remember those?  That was a loooong time ago, before Venuzuela.  Try not thinking about that. Try not to worry about your 401-thing and all your savings.  Try.  

I know you think I'm obsessed with that sex pillow.  I'm not.  I'm obsessed with having someone to use it with.  Oh. . . my kingdom for. . . .

Anyway, I found the DIY one 

O.K.  I'll quit it.  I swear.  I am a child, truly.  These things just break me up.  Nobody else, I know.  My friends never respond.  

That's a stretch.  I don't have any friends now.  Just mom, and I haven't shown her any of that.  She would, I know, have a response.  

What's a day without some Post-Photographic Reduction, or whatever I was calling it. 

I usually have a 35mm lens on my Leica when I go out street hunting, but yesterday, I put on a 28mm.  Fascinating, eh?  Well, for the first time, I loved it.  I think I'm going to leave that on the camera for awhile.  

Scintillating.  

So. . . no more NPR.  You know I hate that. . . but I haven't been able to listen to it for many years now, for the most part.  My favorite thing has been "Science Fridays."  Have you ever listened?  That was better than good.  I will miss that awfully.  But, I think, NPR did it to themselves, just like the dems and Minnesota Walz.  My Marxist buddy is responding to Trump's invasion of Venuzuela with Marxisms.  You bet, Bud.  Let's not win everybody over to "our" side.  Let's just be strident.  

"C'mon, man. . . learn how to read a room."

I've come to realize, though, that he is somewhere on the spectrum.  I guess we all are somewhere on it, but he's quite a bit further along.  

I just want to take pictures.  Better ones.  I'm trying now every day.  

I'll keep trying.