Wednesday Afternoon

I'm having major construction work done on my home at the moment. These guys are really good. I wish they fixed broken ankles. But the noise is making it hard to get work done…and that includes blog posts.

For those who are interested: My ankle gets a wee bit better every day but I'm not expecting to be mobile enough by WonderCon to show my face there. If you go, have a good time there, as I always do…and if you see someone you think might be me, it's probably someone cosplaying as Busted Ankle Boy, one of the more obscure members of The Legion of Clumsy Super-Heroes.

The Spam Call I'm Sickest Of: "Mr. Evanier [mispronounced], I'm [FIRST NAME] with [NAME OF PHONY MEDICAL BUSINESS SOMETIMES WITH "MEDICARE" IN ITS NAME] and our records show you're experiencing serious pains in your back and knees. We would like to send you, at no cost to you –" And that's about as much of it as I hear.

"Professor" Irwin Corey died in 2017…but if you miss his unorthodox, incoherent syntax, it's alive and well and coming out of Donald Trump's mouth in almost every speech. I'm not completely kidding about that.

Lastly and to speak of The Devil: I keep hearing people on cable speculate that Trump will pick Ron DeSantis as his running mate. Aren't those two guys residents of the same state? And doesn't The Constitution say that two individuals from the same state can't comprise a presidential ticket? Not that either of those guys would let that stop them if Trump wanted that combo but I doubt Ron is under consideration. I think I stand a better chance of being his running mate.

[UPDATE, A LITTLE LATER: Several folks have written to correct me. There's nothing in the Constitution saying that the President and Vice-President can't be from the same state. But a rule of the Electoral College puts such a ticket at a possible disadvantage. Several folks sent me a link to this explainer.]