Holiday weekend salutations from Happy Larryville, GN!
Because I’m a Bad Gerbil™, I found this sad but amusing:
DETROIT—Museum officials here said Friday they strongly opposed any forced art sales, after the powerful emergency manager of the city indicated that its prized holdings could be sold to pay off creditors in the event of a bankruptcy filing.
While the Detroit Institute of Arts doesn’t dispute the city owns the treasure trove, including works by Diego Rivera and Vincent van Gogh, museum officials argued a sale was prohibited because the collection is held in “public trust.”
Last week, two representatives for city manager Kevyn Orr broke the news to the DIA’s director and several board members that the museum’s world-famous collection, worth billions of dollars, could be considered a city asset.
I’m awaiting a demonstration with protesters chanting:
“Hey hey! Hogh hogh!
Kevyn Orr’s got to van Gogh!”
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
French toast and coffee! nom nom nom!
Teh Younger is going to be a camp counselor, once again. One of the forms asks for dietary restrictions. I suggested he put “must have bacon at every meal”.
I suggested he put “must have bacon at every meal”.
Or mess with them by making it “bacon-wrapped gefilte fish”.
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Nothing like a trip to Walmart on teh Saturday of a holiday weekend to positively reinforce my misanthropic tendencies. Along with my growing rancor and animus toward people who cannot maintain situational awareness of any sort while holding a cell phone to their earhole.
Also: Walmart is not meant to be The Waddlebutt Social Club & Urchin Cavorting Facility.
I’m off to watch my nephew (R.N. working on becoming a Physician’s Assistant) wrestle. Yes, my nephew is a professional wrestler. This will be the first time I’ve seen him wrestle in person (it’s a charity event). Should be interesting.
Holiday weekend salutations from Happy Larryville, GN!
Because I’m a Bad Gerbil™, I found this sad but amusing:
I’m awaiting a demonstration with protesters chanting:
Kevyn Orr’s got to van Gogh!”
*Flees*
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
French toast and coffee! nom nom nom!
Teh Younger is going to be a camp counselor, once again. One of the forms asks for dietary restrictions. I suggested he put “must have bacon at every meal”.
Or mess with them by making it “bacon-wrapped gefilte fish”.
Nothing like a trip to Walmart on teh Saturday of a holiday weekend to positively reinforce my misanthropic tendencies. Along with my growing rancor and animus toward people who cannot maintain situational awareness of any sort while holding a cell phone to their earhole.
Also: Walmart is not meant to be The Waddlebutt Social Club & Urchin Cavorting Facility.
I’m off to watch my nephew (R.N. working on becoming a Physician’s Assistant) wrestle. Yes, my nephew is a professional wrestler. This will be the first time I’ve seen him wrestle in person (it’s a charity event). Should be interesting.