Monthly Archives: December 2019

Impossible Whopper

OK!  I must get my 2 cents in.

If you were truly Vegan, did you make that choice because you believe plants are a better source of nutrition than animals, or because you love animals and don’t believe they should be used for food?

In either case, how long have you been a vegan? Why do I ask? Do you remember what meat tastes like? How would you know if the burger tasted like meat if you don’t remember what meat tastes like? Why would you want your plant-based food to taste like animal-based food if you’re protesting the use of animals for food?

If you’re not vegan, why would you spend $2.50 more for an Impossible Whopper if it only approximates a real meat burger? What is the purpose, then, of introducing a product that tastes like meat to vegans who protest the use of animals in food? Why charge more for a product that convinces non-vegans it is meat when they can get meat for much cheaper? What if this concept goes viral?

Arby’s:  “We have the meats…and the fake meats”

McDonald’s: “I’m tolerating it.”

Wendy’s: “Where’s the beef?” (Don’t need to change that one!)

Ok, it was 4 cents.

Well, it’s better than…

My hubby had a colonoscopy. You may now return to your regular blogs or back to Facebook.

Unintended consequences: “Should I post my procedure pictures online as selfies if I didn’t take them myself?” he asks. Something to ponder.

We also now have a new comparative that is wonderfully versatile. “Well, it’s better than having a camera up your bum!

Oh MAN!  Avian Flu!  You’ve been sick for a week! Are you ok? “Well, it’s better than…

OH NO! You slid off the side of a mountain and got a tree through your back seat! “Well, it’s better than…

We’re on our way home and the temperature is in the 20s and the wind is about 35 and there, at the construction site near the road, are these guys working on the latest senior living apartments. And we say, “Well, it’s better than…Then we look over and one of the guys is pointing at us and saying to the other guys, “Oh MAN…That guy looks like he spent the morning with a camera up his bum!”

“Hello, Mr. Citizen? This is the IRS and I’m calling to schedule an appointment for your Audit.” “Well at least it’s better than…” “Well, sir, that depends entirely on where you’re hiding your money, doesn’t it.”

How’s YOUR day going?

More musings

Rewatched HP 4-8. The ending of the fight with Voldemort and Harry and the ruins of the school were very poignant. Voldy turns to dust, but 19 years later, Hogwarts is still a boarding school. There’s that one scene where Argus Filch looks around and sighs and starts pushing the debris with his broom. I hope they hired some help!  I couldn’t imagine Filch on the roof replacing the roof tiles after Harry is chased by the dragon in Goblet of Fire. There were major repairs to be done at the end of every HP movie.  Poor Filch!

At the end of every war, pick one, it doesn’t matter, there’s an Argus Filch with his broom starting the cleaning up process. Life goes on. I dare you to watch any of the Star Wars movies and not picture Argus Filch with his broom in the last scenes.

It is a striking effect: Battlecruisers appearing out of nowhere and coming to a dead stop after traveling light speed. Why aren’t the passengers mush after that? If they’re wearing seat belts, they’re cut in half and thrown to the front of the ship. If they’re standing, they’re dashed across the front bulkheads. (And there’s Argus Filch with his broom… and a mop!)

Why can our heroes run through the ship and without stopping to take aim fire heart shots at every soldier, and the soldiers standing still can only hit our heroes in the arm or miss them entirely? And what is the purpose of those armored suits that look like plastic when a single shot can kill them? Bodies and broken ship parts everywhere! (And…there’s Argus Filch with his broom.)

And why is it that when electrical systems are hit with high-volt energy beams from scary bad guys, when the beams are blocked, the devices come back to life?  I accidentally washed a cute little mug that had flashing lights in the base. There’s no coming back from that, but their much more delicate and crucial electronics just pop back on?!

There was a comparison of Die Hard to Harry Potter…  A guy running all over the tower avoiding Alan Rickman. Wanton destruction!  Where was Filch?

Is a Chinese Soup supper Won Ton destruction?





I was handsome. Yes, I said that. I would turn heads. “That is ONE BODACIOUS hunk of meat!” they said. I was proud.  But I had no record.

I didn’t like the holding area and wanted to get out. I’d heave myself forward and whoever tried to join me there would get their faces bloodied. My reputation started to grow. They’d whisper it behind my back. “Nosebender.” 

It’s annoying when they put on the restraints. But it hurts when they open the door. “One, two, three, four, five…Oh! Another Heartbreaker.” I’d like to break way more than that.

30 books?

Hi, my name is Rebecca and I am a bibliophile.

“Hi Rebecca”

It’s been years since I read any new books, but that doesn’t stop me. I’ve read old books, re-read favorites, bought new, bought on sale, bought on a whim…

Marie Kwon says you should only keep what sparks “joy” and when I’m in my library, I’m ecstatic!

I have another 5-shelf bookcase in my kitchen that I need to bring up, but I don’t think that will finish up what I need to put away.  I may need a 5th one.  Notice how I even have books on top of the bookcases?

I’ll have you know that I had these bookcases custom made. The builder and I picked out every board for the project. I stained and put polyurethane on them, then my handyman put another coat of polyurethane on them, and my son finished them up (putting the polyurethane on the bottom shelf I cannot reach.) We have an impressive collection of Tom Clancy, Jeffrey Deavers, Earl Stanley Gardner, Isaac Asimov, Michael Connely, Terry Pratchett, Robert Asprin, and Christopher Moore. We have 1 full bookcase devoted to Science Fiction and another devoted to Crime/drama. 30 books? We have nearly 30 shelves of books. They are in a wide range of conditions: brand new and shiny with their dust jackets intact, or ratty, loose pages with covers 1/2 ripped off from years of reading. Do they spark joy? Still? More than ever! We have another full bookcase in my music room, and my hubby will be filling his favorites bookcase with some of the ones he loves the most. Those would be the 3-foot bookcases.

I have to put away the rest of the books so I can rearrange my knitting cubbies and get the last bookcase up here to fill that one. Easier Said than Done! Storing the stuff from my husband’s office in my office makes it rather crowded and inefficient. We have to remove the wallpaper and then paint the room and get an area rug for his office before we can call the project close. We then have to relocate the stuff stored in my office, move and rewire the modem, put up the curtains, and, and, and…We also have to finish cleaning out the garage where there may be more, gasp, books. I thought we’d be done by Tuesday. Looking at my list, I may be done on A Tuesday, 2026.

I just want to sleep…she says staring at the WordPress screen at nearly midnight.