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Be nice or shut up, okay?

I was angered beyond belief last week when I discovered a piece of fecal matter replied to a comment I made on someone’s social media post.

In the past, I would have replied to this jerk with a bunch of curse words. This time, I simply blocked him.

Do people have nothing better to do than to reply to your comments with hurtful stuff?

I did it far too many times to count. Guess what? It may have made me feel good for about 30 seconds. Then I realized that it made me no better than the person who made the first snide comment.

It didn’t make me less of a man. It made me sub-human. You always hear about be the bigger person? Replying to someone else’s nasty comment doesn’t do that.

I still have problems with it from time to time with making nasty comments. I’ve got to do better. Until the day comes where I don’t do it, I still have room for big improvements.

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My last trip to The Golden Q didn’t go so well.

First, two people were sitting not too far from where I usually sit, and it irked the hell out of me.

It shouldn’t have irked me, but I felt like they were in my personal space. I had my headphones on, but every so often, I looked their way, wishing they would move.

Finally, I had enough and I moved into the room where the dartboards are, hoping for some peace. Of course, there were others in the area, and they were making quite a racket. I gave up on trying to find quiet.

Trivia was giving me a lot of hell Saturday. I started making a list of “stuff I don’t know Jack (expletive about”. Then I posted I am living proof the stupid gene does exist.

Again, I’m my own harshest critic. Nobody would feel bad about missing the questions I missed except me and a few other hard-core trivia players. Certainly nobody in Hays or Salina would do better than me.

Maybe it was I woke up at 0445 Saturday, drove to Wichita to pick up deliveries and wash my car, then drove straight back to Hays without stopping, save for a short bathroom break in, ironically, Russell.

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Last Friday marked the one-year anniversary of my most recent date. I met the (older) woman online and texted for three days, then met in person at her apartment in Hays. After an hour with the woman, I left and raced to meet Peggy in WaKeeney, which was the better part of that day.

By time I got to Hays on the drive east, the woman said she didn’t want to see me anymore.

It hurt a lot immediately after. A week later, it didn’t hurt.

A year later, I feel much better things didn’t progress further.

I certainly would not have been able to go to Kansas City (or Salina) nearly as much. I would have had to sacrifice trivia for spending time with another person and her family, something I don’t enjoy. I didn’t particularly enjoy it with my own family in New Orleans, so why the heck would I enjoy it with another person’s family?

I haven’t sniffed online dating sites since last June 21. I’m not planning on doing it anytime soon. What I endured in the spring of 2018 between fake profiles scamming me out of money and the wasted time I spent inside my basement instead of doing productive things wasn’t worth a dime, much less all the money I coughed up.

I’m resigned to not having children or getting married. It just isn’t in the cards for some people. I’m one of them.

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The dog days of summer return to Kansas this week, with temperatures starting tomorrow rising into the mid-30s (93-98 Fahrenheit). However, with all the rain we’ve had, hot and dry isn’t so bad. There has been too much water around Kansas and Missouri this spring.

Independence Day (NOT the 4th of July; the 4th of July is just another day on the calendar) is on the horizon. Most of my good stuff will come before.

AC and OJ, partners in crime

I did not blog Monday for a good reason. I didn’t yesterday, either, but I didn’t have a good reason.

If you didn’t know, Monday was the 25th anniversary of Al Cowlings aiding and abetting a fugitive wanted for two homicides.

The fugitive, of course, was Orenthal James Simpson, charged with first degree murder in the deaths of Nicole Brown (I never use Simpson after her name) and Ronald Goldman.

I knew Orenthal was absolutely 100 percent GUILTY before the chase. He was evasive with the LAPD upon returning from Chicago.

I would never encourage anyone to take their own life. However, the world would have been a better place had Orenthal pulled the trigger in Cowlings’ Ford Bronco. It would have saved us from seeing Johnnie Cochran make a mockery of the criminal justice system, Lance Ito bumbling like an idiot, Marcia Clark shooting herself in the foot more than any human should be allowed to, and most of all, allowing 12 less than stellar citizens let Orenthal get away with it.

I also believe Cowlings played a much larger role in the murders than anyone will ever know. I would not be one bit surprised if he was with his buddy Orenthal when Nicole and Ronald were nearly decapitated in the late hours of 12 June 1994.

Orenthal can’t be tried again for the crimes. Why doesn’t the MF just admit it?

That’s it. I don’t want to discuss that vile piece of feces anymore.

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Third consecutive night of trivia at The Golden Q. Some of the lovely ladies finally know my name. But I have to be careful not to cross a line, something I think about a lot with a certain establishment in Kansas City.

Seeing so many men in here with either beards, tattoos or hats (some have all three), I bet some think I’ve been plopped down from Luxembourg.

I’m not growing a beard. I don’t like wearing hats. And I certainly don’t want to ruin my skin with stupid tattoos like my father did when he was in the U.S. Navy in the early 1960s.

My dad has said the tattoos are among the biggest regrets of his life. That, smoking (thank God he quit in September 1985, or I’m convinced he would not have made it to 2000) and not at least going to junior college. But had he gone to junior college and waited to enroll in the Navy, he might have found himself in Vietnam.

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I had little sleep this morning. Very little. Still binging on The Brady Bunch–now I’m back to the beginning. It took all of 11 days (I’m not counting the two days I was in Kansas City, because the DVDs stayed behind) to watch 117 episodes, some more than once.

Amazon Prime and Hulu have many episodes of The Brady Bunch, but a lot are missing. The DVD set was worth it, though, because it includes The Brady Kids cartoons, The Brady Brides, A Very Brady Christmas, The Bradys (the spectacular failure from early 1990 where the Brady kids are all grown up), the two theatrical movies (The Brady Bunch Movie and A Very Brady Sequel), a TV movie about the Bradys in the White House, and a movie based upon Barry Williams’ book Growing Up Brady: I Was a Teenage Greg.

The only thing missing is The Brady Bunch Hour, the variety show which aired when I was an infant. Paramount doesn’t own the rights to that, and the five living members of the cast who participated (Eve Plumb opted out) probably don’t want it out there anyway.

In past summers, I watched The OC from start to finish. It got to the point where I would know line for line what Sandy, Kirsten, Ryan, Seth, Marissa, Summer and all the others would say at a particular point of a particular episode.

Coincidentally, Seth Cohen himself, Adam Brody, plays Greg Brady in the movie on Williams’ book. Marcia is portrayed by none other than Kaley Cuoco. Nobody could have dreamed she would become television’s richest actress one day.

Kaley is beautiful, but I’m partial to Mayim Bialik, the same way I’m partial to Eve over Maureen and Jan Smithers (Bailey) over Loni Anderson (Jennifer) on WKRP in Cincinnati.

Don’t know if I’ll re-watch The OC this year. But I would give anything to see Kelly Rowan and Mischa Barton back on TV. At least Autumn Reeser is constantly in Hallmark Channel movies.

I also need to watch all of One Tree Hill. Sophia Bush may be the biggest name from that show now, but Brooke Davis would be sixth on my list of desirable ladies. For me, it’s Peyton (Hilarie Burton), Haley (Bethany Joy Lenz), Quinn (Shantel Van Santen), Erica Marsh (Katherine Bailess), Shelly (Elisabeth Harnois), then Brooke.

Sophia was great on Chicago PD, but I’m more keen on Maria Squerciati and Tracy Spiradakos.

I can watch Monk on the road because Amazon Prime has all eight seasons. There, I’m Team Natalie, although I have warmed to Sharona more than I did when I first watched the show.

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My iPad is down to 3% battery. This is intentional. Apple suggests draining the battery to zero once a month to improve its life. My rapid charger will have it back to 100% in less than three hours when I get home, so I’m not worried. Besides, I need to sleep, not fooling around on it. I will start draining my phone tonight.

Until next time…