You know, I tried to be a pajamas guy, but I’m just not. Doubt I ever will be. I have an around-the-house classification of shorts and T-shirts, and that’s what I put on when I get home. I take them both off and go with just underwear for PJs in warm weather, and frequently leave my shirt on for PJs in cool weather. That’s as classy as I’m ever going to be, I’m afraid. That whole $75-100 set of pajamas with the shirt pocket that makes me feel vaguely like I should be smoking a pipe too? Not happening.
I remain wholly untouched by Pokemon Go. I expect Beth will be the one to eventually sully me with it.
Dudes and dolls, it’s hot, but there is still a lot of room for it to get worse. Was it 2008 that we had 17 days in a row with a high temperature over 100º? And there was a four-day run in there of 105º+? We’re still six to ten degrees off that.
In response to Paul Tracy’s assertion that IndyCar needs a “bad guy,” Robin Miller offered: “Will Power would get my vote because he’s won so much in the past six years and isn’t afraid to lean on people. He could wear a black helmet and uniform and get out of the car in Victory Lane and say something like: ‘That was like clubbing baby seals’ or just pick a fight or two. But he drives for Roger Penske, so that can’t happen.” I have so enjoyed listening to that quote in my head in Will Power’s Australian accent.
I didn’t have a lot of money to play, but I bought two flashlights and a watch for $44 on Amazon Prime Day this year. The order would have been $75 the day before or the day after. I am pleased with everything I bought. I can’t believe how much flashlight you can buy for nearly nothing now.
Sometimes I wonder about people, track them down, and…they’re dead. Sheesh. I guess I can reasonably expect that to pick up a bit. First, most of your friends get married. Then, most of them have kids. Then, half of them get divorced. Finally, they start dying.