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Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.









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Since WordPress first introduced the Block Editor in 2018, I have avoided using it like the plague, going to far as loading a plug-in that activates (or at least recreates) the Classic Editor.
After 8 years, however, I’ve decided it’s time to embrace change and give the Block Editor a serious try. It’s still confusing as hell to someone like me who has been using WordPress for the last twenty-some years and didn’t immediately adopt the new paradigm.
Maybe you can teach old dogs new tricks. Let’s see how it goes.
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Madonna: Confessions II (2026)
I’ve only made one pass through the album, but holy fuck! What a comeback!
The standout cut (at least for me at this point, subject to change upon subsequent listening and giving it time for all of it to percolate through my consciousness) is the first video from the album she released back in April, I Feel So Free. Classic Madonna!
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Joey Alexander – Warna (2019)
And believe me, it’s needed.
I took Sophie in for her annual shots this morning.

She was such a good girl however, that we stopped for a pup cup on the way home.
Prior to leaving this morning, I was about to do my usual breakfast routine, but discovered I was out of the Kate Farms solution (haven’t received my monthly supply from the healthcare distributor and my most recent order from Amazon hadn’t arrived yet), so I combined my iced coffee with two cartons of isosource. All was well and good until right before I left for the vet and the most horrific reflux hit. Apparently I overdid it on the volume and my stomach didn’t like it one bit.
The worst part of not being able to swallow is when you get reflux. If everything were functioning properly, I’d whip up a glass of baking soda solution, swallow it, and everything would be right as rain. Unfortunately, that’s no longer an option. Yeah, I can still do the baking soda solution via the g-tube (after using the tube to drain the excess stomach contents) to quiet my stomach, but there’s no way of immediately relieving the burn left in my throat from the reflux. And of course there was a certain amount of aspiration, so my O2 (after being 98-100% for weeks now) took a—thankfully brief—nosedive to under 90%. It’s since recovered to the mid 90s, but damn…it wiped me out and I wanted nothing more upon returning home than to take a nap.
That’s passed now, but it’s still going to be a very low-key, quiet afternoon and Joey Alexander is a perfect accompaniment for that.
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Peter Erskine – Transition (1987)
I originally bought this disc in 1987—for obvious reasons—long before I had gotten into jazz. Despite the bear on the cover, after a few listenings, I just couldn’t get into it and ended it selling/trading it at Streetlight Records on Market Street. Nearly 40 years years later I ran across it again and wondered if my musical taste in general or appreciation for more freeform jazz had changed any.
It had. It’s that one disc I always pull out when I can’t decide what to listen to. But to be honest there is still one track on the album that I consistently skip over if the remote is handy.
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I would definitely rip out that entire kitchen/maid’s room area and convert it into one large kitchen with adjacent 1/2 bath and laundry room. Might even open it up to the Dining Room. The Sleeping Porch would make a nice home office.
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Of course it will. A mere shadow of its former self at only 280 calories. I used to love the full-sized ones.
Yeah, it’s Taco Bell again. If I was going to go to the trouble of getting there, I was going to get a couple day’s lunches out of it.
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This—along with pureed soups or very occasional pureed solid food— is what I’ve been surviving on since last September. After speaking with my nutritionist around the first of the year we realized I wasn’t getting nearly enough of it (hence, why I dropped nearly 60 lbs.) and she upped my intake to 7 cartons a day (twice what I’d been doing). Easier said than done, because it seemed my stomach had shrunk and now barely tolerated two cartons at a time. She suggested I split up my feedings until I can go back to three, 2-carton “meals” a day.
This was unacceptable, so I didn’t. I powered through two cartons three times a day with a “snack” in the afternoon.
The problem was this shit is boring as fuck. It’s unflavored, and as unlikely as it seems, even with tube feeding I still have a (vastly diminished) sense of taste of what goes into my stomach even if it doesn’t take the usual route.
I told the nutritionist that in addition to the isosoure, I was supplementing my diet with Premier Protein drinks. She checked the nutritional values and suggest we up the game. She had a sample case of Kate Farms vanilla and Boost High Calorie chocolate sent to me.

Initially I preferred the Boost. The Kate Farms didn’t sit well and seemed to cause more reflux than I was willing to deal with. But once again, I powered through and came to prefer the Kate Farms over the Boost. When I spoke to her again last month, I asked if we could ditch the isosource completely and do Kate Farms exclusively. The Kate Farms is hella expensive (even discounted on Amazon it’s still $60 for a case of dozen cartons) so it would be great if my insurance would cover it like it did the isosource. She said she’d check with the vendor and my insurance to see if it was covered.
Turns out it was, so the next shipment I receive will be exclusively Kate Farms. I’ve discovered it mixes extremely well with my morning iced vanilla (or lately orange vanilla) latte, boosting my caloric intake even more. Both it and the isosource (I still have about 8 cases of 24 cartons each so I’m going to be using that for quite some time regardless) mix well with the Premier Protein drinks, so yum!



So by mixing all this up and throwing in some pureed real food on occasion…

…I get enough variety daily and since my stomach has now stretched out to the point where I can handle more than 16 oz of material at a sitting, I’m consistently reaching my nutritionist-set daily caloric intake of 2.7K calories and often reaching above to more then 3K calories a day.
Have I gained back any weight? Not that I can tell, but I haven’t lost any more, so that alone is a good thing. Putting any weight back on is going to be a long, arduous process.
In other health-related news, my endocrinologist has upped the dose of my thyroid medication (my last TSH test was through the roof) and my energy level is back to “normal,” and I’m no longer falling asleep at my desk or while watching television. I’m also sleeping much better.
Insurance approved my dermatologist’s request to put me on Duplixent for the Keytruda rash. The current therapy of prednisone and cortisoid cream has helped greatly and the skin eruptions are healing nicely, but the generally accepted therapy for getting rid of Bullous pemphigoid completely includes Duplixent. The first double dose, as I mentioned a few posts ago was administered at the doctor’s office as a “sample” and the first of many followup doses due next week—through insurance—was $1K and satisfied my remaining yearly out-of-pocket Medicare Part D requirement. The good news is that because of that—and those two week-long stints in the hospital in April—I shouldn’t have to pay for anything health related for the rest of the year.
Yay, ‘murika?
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Famous last words.
I suppose there are worst things to spend my money on, but collecting shit is a fun hobby no matter what you collect, be it antiques, Hummel figurines, Beanie Babies, Â Candlewick glassware (in the case of my sister), or in my case, portable CD/Minidisc players.
Yeah, I know I should be saving, saving, saving with all the uncertainty in the world right now, but let’s face it: with that madman in the White House everything could go up in a mushroom cloud at any moment because someone disrespected his fragile ego one too many times and the only solution in his addled brain was to start WWIII. And even if it doesn’t get that crazy, none of us has any guarantee of tomorrow—especially if you’re dealing with ongoing health issues—so find joy in what and where you can.
And these little nuggets bring the geek in me much joy.
I’ll admit there is a fine line between collecting and hoarding, however. Fortunately I don’t think I’ve crossed that line, nor have any of my living relatives. My late father, however, was not a collector. He was a hoarder, and no matter how many times we tried to help him declutter (or even so much suggesting that he move into a new apartment) we were met with incredible resistance to the point of outright meltdowns. When he went into skilled nursing and we knew he’d never be going home again, I spent a couple days cleaning his place while I was in town and ended up filling an entire residential dumpster. After he passed it was a Herculean task for my sister (I was back in Denver at the time) to clean the rest of his place out and get it ready for sale.
I hope that when my time comes, whoever has to go through all my shit doesn’t feel like I had crossed the line.
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