Mike Billips
@mbillips
Actor, handyman, retired Navy officer and former newspaper reporter. Atlanta, Georgia, USA.
Oh, please. Donald Trump’s not IN the US military, either. From the DSA website front page
Huh. I never heard of this and turns out I’ve always had it. Eyes are the same now as 60 years ago.
Ah, dang, the lunatic fabulist is losing the Colorado Republican gubernatorial nomination. Hope there’s a runoff.
1.5 miles through the Green Zone from my hooch over to where I worked next to the Parliament building. Really easy tbh, very little traffic except at one roundabout. Got waved through checkpoints. Saved me 15 minutes over linking up with my boss and riding in the armored SUV.
Dried-apple stack cake. It’s an elaborate Appalachian recipe that I’ve made exactly once because as much as I love it, it’s too much work.
Fixing up an old house is a lot of work and occasionally it gets discouraging, but then there are fun moments like this:
I’m guessing she hasn’t actually been to a No Kings rally, because the US flag was all over the place.
Croquet with flamingos for mallets, hedgehogs for balls and servants dressed as playing cards for the hoops.
We don't usually see each other's headers. Here's mine. Quote post with yours. Some years back with the Seed and Feed Marching Abominable.
For all the “Iran’s navy is supposed to not exist” posts, Iran’s shore-based antiship weapons are likely also controlled by their navy. Fun fact, the US Navy runs the anti-ballistic-missile bases in Romania and Poland and they look like this:
I had a cat like that. Chloe always ate from my wife’s plate. One Thanksgiving we fixed her her own plate of a little of everything and she polished it off and demanded seconds. On the second plate she ate everything but the turkey. Cat would fight you for a slice of bell pepper.
As I suspected. The Advocate left out this bit: If he hadn’t granted her clemency she’d have spent months more time in prison serving an improper sentence length while they did the resentencing.
UPDATE: I still have this doofus because my friend who wanted to adopt him couldn’t find a place to live that could take a dog who can’t live with other pets (he tries to kill and/or sexually assault them). He’s great with people, but I would really like to allow my cat full freedom of the house.
I don’t consider suburban slop like green-bean casserole and Cool Whip-based desserts my friends ate to be from my cuisine; we ate a much more traditional Appalachian diet at my house. I dunno, maybe heated up hominy from the can? My mother would serve that as a side dish and I never touched it.