Hmm, so, basically, you have to wait until the plague has passed, or you will attract a crowd who will want to be closer thna 6 feet. (It’s also durst hard to eat a steak while wearing a mask; much like adjusting one’s reading glasses while wearing an M-40 mask.)
Good news is that the boffins are starting to concur with a US peak of about 15 April, which ought to allow the beginings of “normal” 3 to 4 weeks later. Although, that also could be a bit of pressure, too–so no rushing on that account, or you’ll upset the apes.
This is quite the dilemma that you present. Laughing. I sure hope that I make it to the end of the build because I want that steak and grog.
Reading over the paradox your wrote, something occurred to me. Wouldn’t it be a kick if I nearly get this project done when someone comes out with a sweet model kit of the Icarus? Then I might need to start all over, AGAIN! Oh the humanity!
This morning’s exciting little task during my first cup of coffee was for some reason, I decided to check out my local OTA channels. They mostly didn’t work so I ran an auto-search/program.
Got a whole bunch of channels, so I started to scroll thru, see what I got, what worked, what didn’t. What’s the 3rd show that pops up? You guessed it…
…Hee Haw!!
Now I can’t turn it off. Just got to see Roy Rogers stick out his tongue at Roy Clark.
PS, been pondering this tussle between me and the Cap’n you guys seem to be promoting. I think I’d get the [cnsod] kicked out of me.
[angl] <<< Me ascending after the fight. Maybe.
PPS, just occured to me anyone under about 60 reading this must be wondering "What the are these old talking about?
Ya know it’s been forever since I’ve seen an episode ‘Hee Haw’. My parents used to watch it every week back when I was a bit younger. I watched a couple of Earnest P. Worrell movies recently- the same guy who played ‘Maynard’ in ‘HH’ was in bunch of them.
And I have to be a little silly. It’s been so depressing over the last few months if I stopped laughing I’d end up crying. I hope the end of this year is pretty good because 2020 has started off with a big heapin’ pile of suck.
I used to do all sorts of martial arts stuff, but, I’ve become old and grumpy with bad joints which make me grumpier. Which means I no longer tolerate horseplay much. (The new dog gets a pass, she’s not old enough to know better yet.)
To be Batman I’d have to be all rich like Bruce Wayne.
I’d need a raise to be on par with Mr Bean.
Sat next to Martin Borman on a plane once (one of his own, matter of fact); and I’ve shared lunch with Mike Dell–those dudes are way more likely to know Bruce Wayne than me. I’ve had birthday cake with Al Gray and Mike Mullins, so I have some credible witnesses that I’m just an ordinary snuffy.
