The Harvey Wallbanger drink always reminds me of being a kid in Wisconsin and watching/ listening to the 1982 Milwaukee Brewers. (Harvey's Wallbangers named after manager Harvey Kuenn)
I was so tickled to see my sweet Miss Betty on Wonkette this morning! Thank you for using her picture! She will probably be hard to live with for a couple of days with a big head now she a celebrity, but, that's ok. I love her so. 😍
Break room chatter yesterday included some comet coming our way called "3 I Atlas". The bearer of the news is certain that this time Crom is hair-on-fire serious!
But all I could do was muse about the comparative features of one scenario involving a giant chunk of ice vaporizing life on earth instead of a second scenario where a bunch of puny ICE thugs vaporize our Constitution.
I think I'll welcome the comet rather than put up with another three years of donnie's drip-drip-drip torture chamber of horror.
Supposedly the comet arrives at christmas so there you go: another good reason to put off gift buying.
Ta, Robyn. The Bonnie Raitt segment from Reynaldo and Clara is terrific; if you don't know it, seek it out. I made our fruit bowls this morning after cutting up the perfectly ripe pineapple. Sweetheart husband Meccalopolis made our flowery green tea. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last, and catch up on any other vaccinations you need, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like Forever 27 Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love and appreciate you, Medicos of Wonkette), particularly ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself, and please stay safe.
I think some Americans may be slowly awakening to the dimmest realization that their culture-warrior leaders hate all the peasants equally and are merely worker bees for the plutocrats program of destroying democracy, which is the people's only defense, short of violent revolution, against exploitation and oppression.
This cracked me up. Only Wonkette could turn “National Harvey Wallbanger Day” into a chaotic buffet of cocktails, Bonnie Raitt trivia, and a 90s Canadian anti-drug fever dream. It’s like brunch for people with ADD and taste.
True story: When teen-me would be home from school with a sore throat and/or cold, my mom would fix us one rather strong Harvey Wallbanger, which we would sip together while watching her soaps. I do like a good HW, and the anise flavor is muted by the OJ - very tasty. It sure did feel good on the throat, plus it was fun to feel like an adult, elegantly sipping our cocktails, and also like I was getting away with something (though my mom was there, so both of us were breaking the rules, I guess?)
One of my fonder memories of staying home sick, for sure.
In every American jurisdiction, as far as I know, if your parent or other legal guardian serves it to you, it is legal.
My mom gave me a tablespoon of cherry brandy one night when I was ten years old and had some seasonal bronchial bug, so that I might sleep more easily (this was not too many years before NyQuil was introduced). That brandy hit me so hard, I was giggly before I made it fully under the covers.
When I was a kid the remedy for an asthma attack was a spoon of whiskey with some sugar. Mostly, it just calmed me down so I didn't make the attack worse. There weren't very many good meds for asthma when I was a kid.
My grandmother used to dose us with essentially the same thing when one of us came down with what mom and grandma called "the croup". Croup involved sudden onset, heavily congested, very painful, unproductive cough. Almost alway occuring in the middle of the night the affected child would be found sitting up, sobbing, wheezing and coughing unproductively, loudly, and very painfully. Mom and grandma would immediately erect a "steam tent" [a tent rigged up with a clothing rack, a sheet, the vaporizer and a barstool], apply copious amounts of Vicks vaporub to the child's chest and back, wrap their chest in a warm towel, and then cuddle the child close inside of the steam tent, urging slow, easy deep breaths. As a rule all of the steam combined with cough medicine, the Vicks and the loving, gentle, calming ministrations of a patient adult prevented the need for a trip to the emergency room.
I really believed the Vicks made it easier to breathe. My mother would tie two old washcloths together with safety pins and drape them over me so they'd protect the freshly applied VapoRub on my chest and back.
The Harvey Wallbanger drink always reminds me of being a kid in Wisconsin and watching/ listening to the 1982 Milwaukee Brewers. (Harvey's Wallbangers named after manager Harvey Kuenn)
I was so tickled to see my sweet Miss Betty on Wonkette this morning! Thank you for using her picture! She will probably be hard to live with for a couple of days with a big head now she a celebrity, but, that's ok. I love her so. 😍
I'm Creepy Green Screen Man! Now give me some candy!
B-side to Bohemian Rhapsody (which really oissed Freddy off):
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a-pumping
And the hubcaps all gleam
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hand's on your grease gun
Oh, it's like a disease, son
https://youtu.be/oaEM4JYFPfw?si=HTGnOXUF3cRUws0C
Break room chatter yesterday included some comet coming our way called "3 I Atlas". The bearer of the news is certain that this time Crom is hair-on-fire serious!
But all I could do was muse about the comparative features of one scenario involving a giant chunk of ice vaporizing life on earth instead of a second scenario where a bunch of puny ICE thugs vaporize our Constitution.
I think I'll welcome the comet rather than put up with another three years of donnie's drip-drip-drip torture chamber of horror.
Supposedly the comet arrives at christmas so there you go: another good reason to put off gift buying.
It will miss earth by a mere 180 million miles, or thereabouts. Twice as far away as the sun.
-wikipedia
Time to send in the relief pitcher and get Crom off the mound.
Shiva?
Ta, Robyn. The Bonnie Raitt segment from Reynaldo and Clara is terrific; if you don't know it, seek it out. I made our fruit bowls this morning after cutting up the perfectly ripe pineapple. Sweetheart husband Meccalopolis made our flowery green tea. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last, and catch up on any other vaccinations you need, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like Forever 27 Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love and appreciate you, Medicos of Wonkette), particularly ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself, and please stay safe.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛
It's Caturday! Bob and Gus are still working things out together.
https://substack.com/profile/35452475-john-the-ex-mailman/note/c-175002475?r=l3vaz
Gus and Bob, in a quieter moment.
https://substack.com/@jtmailman/note/c-175029689?r=l3vaz
Happy birthday, Boru. 18 is a fine old cat age.
He's my hero. Regal, majestic, proud as always. He's really enjoying semi-retirement.
https://bsky.app/profile/mrsbettybowers.bsky.social/post/3m52zhbol5k2v
Mrs. Betty Bowers @mrsbettybowers.bsky.social
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Karma?
I think some Americans may be slowly awakening to the dimmest realization that their culture-warrior leaders hate all the peasants equally and are merely worker bees for the plutocrats program of destroying democracy, which is the people's only defense, short of violent revolution, against exploitation and oppression.
Miss Betty is so sweet, Kay!
David Wallbanger was always the serious one in the family . . .
Ok, I am out for the day. I need a break from the shit show. Unless, of course, a certain orange 🤡 kicks it.
This cracked me up. Only Wonkette could turn “National Harvey Wallbanger Day” into a chaotic buffet of cocktails, Bonnie Raitt trivia, and a 90s Canadian anti-drug fever dream. It’s like brunch for people with ADD and taste.
The Saturday morning present is usually the purest expression of my ADHD, so glad to see it did not go unnoticed.
Welcome to the madhouse.
There is a 50/50 chance I was in the audience in this video.
Bonnie Raitt live - Runaway
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TDWxNYk0JA
OOOooo! A favorite.
True story: When teen-me would be home from school with a sore throat and/or cold, my mom would fix us one rather strong Harvey Wallbanger, which we would sip together while watching her soaps. I do like a good HW, and the anise flavor is muted by the OJ - very tasty. It sure did feel good on the throat, plus it was fun to feel like an adult, elegantly sipping our cocktails, and also like I was getting away with something (though my mom was there, so both of us were breaking the rules, I guess?)
One of my fonder memories of staying home sick, for sure.
Cough/sore throat medicine for me as a child was honey, lemon, and a little whiskey.
me too
didn't seem to do anything
That was another one of my mom’s tricks I mean home remedies
In every American jurisdiction, as far as I know, if your parent or other legal guardian serves it to you, it is legal.
My mom gave me a tablespoon of cherry brandy one night when I was ten years old and had some seasonal bronchial bug, so that I might sleep more easily (this was not too many years before NyQuil was introduced). That brandy hit me so hard, I was giggly before I made it fully under the covers.
When I was a kid the remedy for an asthma attack was a spoon of whiskey with some sugar. Mostly, it just calmed me down so I didn't make the attack worse. There weren't very many good meds for asthma when I was a kid.
My grandmother used to dose us with essentially the same thing when one of us came down with what mom and grandma called "the croup". Croup involved sudden onset, heavily congested, very painful, unproductive cough. Almost alway occuring in the middle of the night the affected child would be found sitting up, sobbing, wheezing and coughing unproductively, loudly, and very painfully. Mom and grandma would immediately erect a "steam tent" [a tent rigged up with a clothing rack, a sheet, the vaporizer and a barstool], apply copious amounts of Vicks vaporub to the child's chest and back, wrap their chest in a warm towel, and then cuddle the child close inside of the steam tent, urging slow, easy deep breaths. As a rule all of the steam combined with cough medicine, the Vicks and the loving, gentle, calming ministrations of a patient adult prevented the need for a trip to the emergency room.
Vicks on my feet was our family choice.
I really believed the Vicks made it easier to breathe. My mother would tie two old washcloths together with safety pins and drape them over me so they'd protect the freshly applied VapoRub on my chest and back.
The vaporizer, the Vicks, and Mom sitting alongside the bed, doing what she could, deep in the night. I remember those times.
Oh, Bonnie.
Bonnie Raitt with Lowell George live - Can't Find My Way Home
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4tJiyU_gjY