bit of a sticky wicket, eh wot

Thought-Taco Thursday

--I'm boutta get into cricket, gods help me. Mr. Gleemonex got me started on this GD documentary series called Cricket Fever, which (at least the season we've watched) follows one team -- the Mumbai Indians* -- through a season in the IPL. I had, at first, no fucking clue what the goddamn hell was going on during the games (although I immediately got swept up in how exciting they are); by the end, I had like a tiny, asthmatic, wobbly-but-tryin-real-hard clue what was going on, although you could still tell me literally any cricket fact and I'd believe you, even if it was "Traditionally, every fourth guy who bowls has to do it ass-out, no pants on at all." I definitely wish they'd do it Pop-Up Video style, with context clues and further explanations, e.g. "Hardik Pandya is the Tim Lincecum of this team" or "The Mumbai Indians traveled 1,800 miles to this match, hopefully by air?" or whatever. And BOY do I have questions: How come all the players except the overlarge Aussie beast Mitchell McClenaghan are so THIN? and Where are all the women fans? and What in the White Cultural Hegemonic Nonsense made the team owner do that to her skin? and Oh so he's TRYING to throw it at the batsman's feet? and I'm sorry, what is an "over," again? and Ohhhhh my god YIKES this is a literal auction (to draft/build teams), English history of slave-trading WHAAAT??? holy shit, and (etc. etc. etc.). I fucking love it.

--I'm reading Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder, and y'all, it's really good, but wow, did she have a hard life. Harder than the Ingallses had it in the Little House books, by an order of magnitude. Yikes. (BTW, lemme also wholeheartedly recommend Caroline, A Little House Story -- basically a book-length fanfic of LHOTP from Ma's perspective, and I mean that in the very best possible way.)

--Mike Holmes is back! I went randomly looking at old posts -- I'm tryna get this thing going again, even if I'm the only one reading it -- and found one from 2010 that is all about my strange love for the man, the myth, the legend, just days after Mr. Gleemonex found the guy's new show (Holmes & Holmes, where he does projects with his now-grown son). Recurrence Phenomenon FTW!

--Just in case you wondered if my politics has changed since my last active years on here: Fuck yes, I'm way farther left now. And in the national arena: I'm for Elizabeth Warren, big-time, but I will vote for whoever the Democratic nominee is, because JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WOULD YOU LOOK AROUND OH MY GOD.

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*That cracks me up -- it'd be like, what, the New York Americans. 

a very delicate balance of cannabis, 12-year Scotch and Zoloft

Who Else Is in the Weed Store At 10:30 a.m. on a Monday? A Partial List

--Me, a 46-year-old suburban mom with Elizabeth Warren stickers on the back of my hybrid SUV, still in my workout clothes, having come straight from Orangetheory to get my mints (and the CBD balm for my knees).

--Lenny Kravitz's 22-year-old doppelgänger, who spends a lot of time consulting with the budtender before making his (clearly very educated) choices.

--Three mid-50s white guys in well-used coveralls and steel-toed boots, on break from their construction jobs, first taking care of chronic pain issues with some long-acting edibles, and then picking up extra stuff for fun ("Yeah, this's for the weekend!" one of them laughs, high-fiving LK22yod).

--A heavyset late-20s Asian dude and his similarly-situated Mexican friend (sporting a "Fuck Yeah I'm Mexican!" t-shirt, is how I know), who seem to have recently upgraded to retail weed, after a decade of just having a guy; they talk about gaming in very serious, very excited, but low tones while they're in line to pay.

--A bearded and bespectacled whiteboy twerpo you can just tell is A Writer™️ who needs to tap the profoundly deep well of his Creativity™️ so he can get his novel finished before #PitMad.

--Three other suburban moms, none of whom appear to know each other and only one who probably Speaks to the Manager pretty much everywhere she goes.*

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*Joke's on her, though, cause the manager here is a super-hot 23-year-old gal who would 1000% love to remove the complainant's head, scour the skull clean, and make it into a bong for regular customers to use for sampling the store's wares onsite.