Pumping one's gas was a bit of a feminist issue when I was in high school. It was still something ladies didn't do in BR in the 80s. There was a book, even, Real Women Pump Gas. So having someone else do it always gives me a moment of confusion.
Giles ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I just went to McDonnalds to get coffee. There was a 1910 Model T Ford in the parking lot that had been converted to run on batteries. I noticed a pretty brass plaque on the dash that said, "This vehicle has 1910 suspension and brakes. Drive carefully."
Heh. My 1959 Lincoln has four wheel drum brakes. Drum brakes are prone to fading after heavy use - I've had that happen while driving in heavy traffic. (The Model T has cable-activated drum brakes instead of hydraulic.)
There was a book, even, Real Women Pump Gas.
Actually the title was Real Women Don't Pump Gas.
It was an unofficial followup to Real Men Don't Eat Quiche.
The Model T sounds like it was more bicycle than car.
Wondering where Rachel Maddow's been all week?
While Executive Producer Bill Wolff's wife Alison Stewart has filled in, Rachel's been on vacation fishing in Massachusetts.
Cape Cod's Nelson's Bait and Tackle shop reported that Rachel joined them for a trip on the fishing boat the Beth Ann last weekend, and Thursday morning she tweeted a photo with a prize catch (see below for full version).
"Have caught all fish in sea. Sorry! Ready to think politics again soon," she wrote.
That is a pretty big fish she caught....
Rachel's been on vacation fishing in Massachusetts.
That is not as wild as Argentina.
Did you know that your trickling motivation sounds surprisingly similar to a crying baby who's pooped his pants?
Huh. No, I didn't. As long as it smells different, that's fine.
Actually the title was Real Women Don't Pump Gas.
Right, yes. That's what I was thinking, but somehow didn't type...
It was an unofficial followup to Real Men Don't Eat Quiche.
Yes, exactly! There was a flood of those tiny pamphlet books after that.
Again, thanks for the birthday happies. I did decide to blow off going up to Maine, at least for today. And, lo-and-behold, it seems to have stopped raining. Which will probably last until about halfway through where ever I try to go later.
Yep, I'm being lazy. I think I get to today.
I'm bored. And there seems to be far fewer blog posts today, pro'lly because of the upcoming holiday weekend.