Down on the Farm
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Unsolicited opinions on books, movies, TV shows, consumer products
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?
Lest we forget, Hillary Clinton won nearly three million more votes than Donald Trump. American voters were ready for a woman president in 2016. I would say we’re even more ready in 2020 than we were in 2016 (but I think we’re going to get Joe Biden).
Seven short book reviews: science fiction/fantasy, mysteries, historical fiction, thrillers.
Seven days, baby. Have you finished your shopping?
In the spirit of end-of-year lists, here are the ten books I read in this year that stand out in my mind.
A friend gently hinted I’d gone a bit overboard on Facebook and Instagram with kitchen photos, to which I responded, “Well, if you can’t have fun with social media, what’s it even for? Oh, right … handing your personal information over to faceless corporations to use in targeted advertising.”
I don’t know if Trump will resign (even if he’s impeached, he certainly won’t be convicted, so giving up à la Nixon is the best we can hope for), but if he does we’ll have Pence, and if Pence has his way we’ll have Gilead. Atwood is a timely read, to say the least.
The salesman told Donna not only will we not have to rinse dishes before putting them in the new unit, we shouldn’t, because the dishwasher it’s to work best with dirty dishes. Uh-huh. Tell me another one, appliance salesman.