I was browsing through some YouTube videos of 80s music and this song kept coming up as a recommendation. I don’t remember hearing this song at all back in the day, so I took a listen.
If you know 80s pop music, try listening to this video with your eyes closed. Ignore the lyrics and I’m pretty sure you’ll hear “I Heard A Rumour” by Bananarama.
A quick peek at Wikipedia confirmed my suspicions.
So first the time in a long while I’m sitting at a Panera eating dinner while writing a blog entry. Two of the family members are off to a Blackhawks game, so I took the opportunity to go to the airport to talk airplanes with fellow pilots. It was a great discussion and I’m looking forward to new aviation adventures in the near future.
There’s a reason I haven’t sought out a Panera experience since moving to Chicagoland. When we lived in the Mohawk Valley of upstate N.Y. going to Panera was a wild Saturday night in the ‘burbs. Folks traveled from near and far to go to that Panera and we were among their number.
Here in Chicago? Not so much. I mean, it’s nice, it even exceeds adequate, but regardless of the location it’s the same experience no matter where you are.
Support your local businesses.
I thought it’d be fun to eat dinner at Panera again before heading back into the city, and the experience is absolutely adequate, but nothing is really blowing up my skirt.
At least I’m not hungry anymore.
As a private pilot I sometimes take great delight in just going up to meander in the sky.
I’m a bad gay in that I’m not particularly a fan of Barbra Streisand. Isn’t that awful? Gay men and lesbians alike lose their minds when she hits the stage but I just think, “yeah, she’s not bad”. I enjoy her motivation and her stamina but I don’t get all breathless when she sings. Nevertheless, I do enjoy some of her work and whenever I eat pasta the 1980 hit “Guilty” goes through my head.
On a never-ending quest to lose weight I strive to eat healthy more often than when I’m not eating healthy. Pasta is sort of a no-no in the “my, but look at the size of your spare tire” clique, but sometimes I want some pasta. My husband tries to help the situation by buying protein leaning pasta and that keeps Bab’s voice from going through my head, but Thursday night we went to a local Italian place and I couldn’t help myself: rigatoni and peas were the order of the day.
It was delicious.
In a weird attempt to keep Barbra’s crooning of “Guilty” from ransacking my brain for the following 48 hours I opted to sit in a way at the restaurant table that would have displeased Barbra. By sitting in her preferred seat (where her profile would have met her acceptable standards), I prevented her from entering my realm and I enjoyed the pasta dish in peace. Twice. I ate half of it at dinner and ate the other half at lunch the next day.
Welcome to the way my brain works. Have a seat, you look hungry.
This video was in my YouTube suggestions this morning and I must say I really enjoyed the presentational style of the person on camera.
Enjoy a video explaining the differences between VHS and Beta.
We are cord-cutters. This means we have nothing that resembles cable television. We have an external antenna discreetly mounted to the wall; living in the third largest city in the United States affords us 65+ over the air channels for free. We have several streaming services, including Apple TV+, Disney+, Hulu, and Netflix. We also have Philo for the holiday season because, after all, it’s Hallmark Christmas Movies season and this is a reliable way to watch these future classics.
We have no way of streaming news.
There’s an app called CNNgo but it doesn’t really do much other than show reruns. We’re currently watching a free preview of MSNBC over an app but we don’t know what will happen when the countdown clock stops and the preview comes to an end. We can’t even get CSPAN, and honestly, who really wants CSPAN?
Here we have all these news channels and we can’t stream any of them freely. It makes you wonder, do the news channels exist to disseminate the news or do they exist to make money?
I think we know the answer to this.
My responsibilities as an aviator precludes me from doing drugs. Aside from growing up terrified of Nancy Reagan and her “Just Say No!” campaign, I want to be the best pilot I can be so I refrain from doing drugs. I think this is a smart choice.
We live in chaotic times. At work I’m noticing the “casual” methods of dialog, instant messenger, team chats, etc., is creating a more casual approach to communication at work in general. This casualness, coupled with the current chaos in our country, and enhanced by the fact that the workbase is scattered all over the world, is resulting in a pervasiveness of snark and snippy dialog in professional communication at my place of employment.
Unacceptable.
Since our return from Disney last month I have consciously decided to “choose happiness”. I know that makes me sound all Pollyanna but the fact of the matter is, there’s always a good side of a situation and there’s always humor in any situation, we just have to find it. Dropping pleasantries will get us nowhere.
Pot, meet the black kettle.
I’ve raged some whoppers of dialog at folks on the Internet over the years. I am convinced they never heard me and I would be right where I am today whether I had raged at Sarah Sanders or whomever or whether I just chose to drop it and move on. Screaming into the digital ether will rarely change anyone’s mind. And honestly, who really cares what I think?
Why waste my emotional calories on something that isn’t going to bear fruit.
So here I am, choosing happiness. Without drugs. Just doing my thing.
Perhaps if we all chose happiness we’d find the world to be a happier place.
I formulated a blog entry during my walk through the sleet and snow this morning but being age 51 I currently have no recollection of what I was going to write about.
I will say my husband and I have been enjoying the latest (and last) season of “Madam Secretary President”. Téa Leoni and friends have been tackling current political issues with their storylines and it’s pretty much like watching “The West Wing”. It’s unfortunate this is the last season of the show, but CBS likes to bury it on Sunday nights after football games and the like. Still quality stuff. People could learn things from watching this show but they won’t.
Another nicety of the latest (and last) season of “Madam Secretary President” is my introduction to actor Wentworth Miller. Until this show I’ve never heard of him but apparently he’s been on a bunch of other shows. I’m liking his portrayal of a cranky Republican senator on the show and admittedly he’s enjoyable to look at.
Listening to the waves crash along the shore of Lake Michigan in the middle of November is incredibly relaxing. Being able to escape this environment in just a short walk from home is yet another reason I love Chicago so much.
It may be grey and cold, but it is still beautiful. Love the outdoors regardless of the time of year. I know it always bring me to center.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
Weird? Eccentric!
