It’s been a cold and gloomy day, so Sparky is wearing his Inspector Gadget outfit.
The Supergirl movie is coming this summer, and it already looks like the studio wants to lose money.
The actress, Milly Alcock, is attractive. She isn’t at the Melissa Benoist level, but they make it worse by portraying her as a saddle tramp. She looks like she smells and her suit is holding in her gut.
Writing for superhero movies has been weak, but for this movie, the choice of writers is baffling. Here’s what IMDB has to say about the three writers. Tom King and Bilquis Evely have no writing credits for anything that has been produced. The third writer, Otto Binder, has been dead for fifty years.
Artemis 2 launched today to take humans around the Moon for the first time in five decades. CNN was interviewing people who went down to observe the launch. The reporter asked this kid.
CNN: “Why do you want to be here? Why do you love space? Why do you love being a part of history?”
Kid: “We’re going back to the fucking Moon, that’s why.”
CNN is burying the clip, so I can’t find a version to link. When Spring Break is over, and that kid goes back to middle school, he should get a standing ovation.
It’s going to be a long night.
NOAA says thunderstorms on and off until morning. Sparky has been stressed for a few hours, and I’ve used up all my thunderstorm relaxation tricks.
We have another severe thunderstorm warning until 8:30 pm. Sparky is grinning like the creepy Joker, trembling and panting like he is in labor.
He took a shit when we went out after the last storm, so he won’t be delivering a little bundle of joy. That’s a blessing.
I haven’t mopped the basement floor yet. Since Rusty liked going down there, that would be productive. Sparky can’t see or hear as much down there.
The weather was so nice today, by late afternoon, Sparky and I went out to lie on the deck to enjoy the spring breeze.
I am a sucker for futurism. My X/Twitter feed occasionally gets short movie clips with no context. Of course I am going to look into this futuristic utopia depicted in this Russian movie from 2022.
‘No Kings’ rallies are always scheduled early in the day, so everyone can get home in time to watch Matlock.
Nobody knows what these dotards are trying to say. I wish his highness, the exalted Trump, would call out the pikeman to drive these peasants back to Cracker Barrel or the senior center.
I have laundry baskets, but they are holding plastic balls from the snack pit as the foam rubber continues to air dry. Besides, this is about the most adorable sight to wake up to.
I pulled everything out of the dining room, Murphy’s Oil soaped the floor, and took the rug out to the deck to scrub. I rinsed it with the power washer, then hung it on the cable run to dry. By late afternoon, it was starting to rain a little, so I brought it in.
By early evening, the rain had turned into a thunderstorm. Storms make Sparky anxious, so I gave him the last chunk of pig ear to distract him. While I was making dinner, my cute, but thankless pup brought the greasy pig ear into the dining room to eat on the clean rug.
Everything is back to normal.