The Assorted, Sorted

Double Tap Sorry to lead with this image, but I felt it was relevant.   Let's get right to it.  If you are in a horror film, never count on the killer or monster to be dead. Just when you think that he's been vanquished, he or she springs back to life for one more strangle, stab, or bite. Though the concept may be older, it was first brought to serious light in the Horror-Comedy Zombieland. (Which may be the second-best zombie-comedy movie after Shaun of the Dead.) Want to make sure that the zombie is going to come back and bite you or eat your brain? Double-tap. Shoot it a second time just to be sure.  I am now officially in a "season of rest" as Jessica has put it with regards to my cancer safari. Doctors seemed confident enough to say that I didn't need a scan again until the end of July, a little more than three months after my previous scan. As an aside, if you haven't been reading the news lately , (click on the link) there has been some linking of CT sc...

"I thought I could do it," I said.  I could not .  The year is 2025 and we've just done our first wine tasting since my diagnosis and treatment for liver cancer. Well, Jessica tasted the wine, and I watched. It mirrored a very similar event almost 11 years earlier. It's 2014, and I have just met my future wife, Jessica. We've dated a few times, but this is going to be different. We were going WINE TASTING. I knew nothing about wine. Well, nothing substantial. Wine equaled grape juice gone bad. Something that you got for a fancy occasion.  "Three Buck Chuck" or  Manischewitz for communion at church until they got all fancy and used "good" wine. Wine was not a means to an end. Or an end. It was just there, and not very there at all. In 2014, I had already live 42 years on this planet and had probably only consumed a grand total of maybe 20 gallons of alcoholic beverages, with the lions' share of that being beer. That's  160 pints of beer...