— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) September 12, 2020
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Did you know that there was a 1.5bn dollar lottery back in October, and the winner just finally came forward to claim the prize?
They were cutting it close
I think you have to claim the prize within like 120 days of the drawing, otherwise, the money gets folded back into the jackpot pool. But can you imagine what it would be like to have someone drop $1,500,000,000 into your lap? That $300,000 house around the corner that you’ve been eyeballing is suddenly possible, but you’ll never buy it. Not now anyway. I mean fuck, the Côte d’Azur is now a possibility.
Dunno how open the residents of the French Riviera are to South Carolina natives invading their turf, even if they are loaded. Which speaking of, I watched a movie with a certain someone the other day, called ‘Rush’.
The movie was pretty good, and I knew the name Niki Lauda from my childhood, but I’d never seen the flick. Anyway, in a lot of the footage in the film, I recognized many of the tracks. God only knows how many laps I’ve done on those tracks myself. What? You don’t believe me?
Well, I have
all tracks, all races, all series, all licenses
When Lauda got burned in the flick, all I could think about was…
I remember watching a race on TV when I was a kid. They showed one of the racers in the pits without his helmet, and the guy didn’t have an ear. Just a nub kinda thing that looked like a shrunken cauliflower ear, and I coulda swore that it was Cale Yarborough.
I was a kid, and it shocked the shit out of me because there were other obvious burn types of scarring, so I asked my dad, who was watching the race with me. I recall him telling me…
“Yeah, he was burned pretty bad in a crash and lost most of his ear.”
Now, I was no stranger to crashes nor injuries because I’d been around racing since I was born. I think I recall reading in a Hot Rod Magazine article that “Big Daddy” Don Garlits had lost most or all of his toes on one foot in an accident.
But this was a burn. A burn that resulted in a “disfigurement” that I only previously was unaware as being possible. Not that I was unfamiliar with damn near having my ear ripped off by an angry adult, nor am I any stranger to burns either, but seeing Lauda’s ear in the movie brought back memories of seeing that race as a kid and the image of some dude with his ear burned off.
I don’t know why I always associated that ear with Cale Yarborough. I have no idea if Yarborough ever lost an ear. Maybe it was Lauda, but why would I be associating a NASCAR driver with an F1 driver’s injury? God only knows how much racing I consumed as a kid via magazines, TV, and being at the track every Friday night, Saturday night, and sometimes Sunday afternoons. But what in the fuck would Niki Lauda be doing at a stock car race sometime in the 1970s? Andretti is the only F1 driver I know of that ever was around stock cars until recent times.
*You remember what, Clicky? How some video I’d never watched before, was watched yesterday whilst I was at work?*
*Oh nice ‘Previously at the LoL…’, Clicky… /pats snout… Art magic and an anchoring cigar…*
*Nifty… /blows smoke ring…*
*Oh alright… /snorts smoke… She ate the biscuit at the end of the episode. Picky…*
*That was pure Loopiness, Clicky… /flicks ash… Pitch perfect screaming…*
*Me too, Clicky… /pats snout… Me too…*
I was between the Library and the room containing the fridge and cooker when Loopy called out.
“Yes, but first I’m turning on some lights and then I’m going upstairs to pee. Why?” I said, stopping in the doorway and clicking on the overhead light.
Loops in naked, teenage hairiness (except for pants – wear knot animals 😉 ), glided round into view. He was sitting in his Captain’s gaming chair, whilst Poppy lay sleeping along the length of his long, lanky legs. He languidly caressed her back, to which she responded with low, contented snores.
“Can I have a sandwich?” he asked with the innocence of 21st century Oliver Twist.
Thoughtful Man was out; however, earlier we’d decided secretly between the two of us – after a short but satisfying cuddle, before he got into the bath I’d thoughtfully drawn him – that he’d bring KFC home, when he finished work. I’d licked my lips at his whispered suggestion, and told him “Yes please.”
“Dad will probably bring something home with him later,” I told Loopy, knowing exactly how much food my children can put away over the course of a day. “What kind of sandwich?”
Loops eyed me coolly, his hand lingering over Poppy’s soft, velvety ears. “Pigeon.”
“I’m fresh out of pigeon,” I replied with a sagacious squint. “You can have ham.”
*Clicky! Where’s that video clip Loops showed me… /lifts up cushions… You know, the funniest pigeon video I said he could use as the filling…*
*/peers behind curtains… Oh, I don’t know, it’s gotta be hear sumwear…*
*Thank you, Clicky… /pats snout… Now pass me a rollie…*
The authors called this effect “ego depletion” and said it revealed a fundamental fact about the human mind: We all have a limited supply of willpower, and it decreases with overuse. Eating a radish when you’re surrounded by fresh-baked cookies represents an epic feat of self-denial, and one that really wears you out. Willpower, argued Baumeister and Tice, draws down mental energy—it’s a muscle that can be exercised to exhaustion.
entice (v.)late 13c., intice, from Old French enticier“to stir up (fire), to excite, incite,” which is of uncertain origin, perhaps from Vulgar Latin *intitiare “set on fire,” from Latin in-“in” (see in- (2)) + titio (genitive titionis) “firebrand,” which is of uncertain origin. Meaning “to allure, attract” is from c. 1300. Related:Enticed; enticing; enticingly.
Thoughtful Man stood on the doorstep, clutching a plastic bag to his chest. “Got it!” He passed the bag to me with a flourish as he stepped inside and stamped his feet.
I peered inside. “A game?”
“Yes. It’s the one Kit’s been after. It came out today.”
“The Division… Hey, I’m just including that in a post!” I turned the box over and read the blurb on the back.
“Excellent timing, then,” Thoughtful Man buffed his nails. “As you would expect.”
I rolled my eyes – we have differing views on timing; he prides himself on his precision.
“I’m surprised you even know about it,” he conceded later in the Library over an invigorating Red Bull and cigarette. “I didn’t think you paid much attention to the boys’ games.”
“Are you kidding? I don’t play them but I have to listen to them playing.” Our boys are not quiet.
“In fact Loopy’s friends refer to me as The Fairy CODmother.”
“They want me to adopt them.” Now it my turn to nonchalantly buff.
Thoughtful Man didn’t miss a beat. “Well, you do make a good sandwich.”
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