Low-lives, Losers, and Lawyers

Steve Avery, Mike Tyson, and Jimmy McGill------Netflix, what would we do without you?

Morphing

   Is Ryan Seacrest transforming himself into Rob Lowe?

"Ash Wednesday"

"Because I know that time is always time
 And place is always and only place
 And what is actual is actual for only one time
 And only for one place."

The Life of Riley

     "What a revolting development this is."

Eats

    Now that I spend way more time in front of the TV than before, and Super Bowl is near, all the daytime shows have been inundated with recipes for game-day snacks.  We used to go that route years ago on  different occasions;  Dorothy made some very tasty appetizers, many of them including bacon.  But now, our cuisine is mainly of the meat and potato (well, starch) sort.
    The media-induced  seduction of the specialty prevailed:  Who could resist the simple but fantastic  treats that have the hosts and celebrities smacking their lips amid proclamations of deliciousness.
   So I decided to try one, after all these years.  It had to be simple though. I decided on one with only 3 ingredients, or that's what I remembered.  I didn't write it down.  Kelly Ripa was whipping up her specialty, a cheesy artichoke dip. I used to buy artichokes as a Thanksgiving relish, mostly to defer some of the criticism directed at the parsnips.  I haven't bought artichokes in a long, long time, but after a search I located a jar of them in the vegetable section.  Only a single jar. I reduced the Ripa recipe to one-third of her amount.  I mashed them up a little in a bowl, added a cup of mayonnaise and a cup of shredded cheese, and popped them into the oven at 350 degrees, until they were slightly browned on top.
    On the show, all present dipped a chip and tasted.  They unanimously pronounced the concoction  absolutely delicious.  Kelly said she brings it to many holiday events.  I tried it, on strips of toast since we had no chips.  It was okay, but I don't think I'm likely to ever make it again.  As I've mentioned, I do not have a discriminating palate.  (And when I think about artichoke dip now, I feel a vague sense of nausea.)
 
 

Know one?

A revenant, that is.  One who returns after a long absence, who may have been presumed dead.  Like a ghost, an apparition, a spirit.  I'm getting scared.

Flora and Fauna

    Today on my drive down Route 40, approaching the area of Hurley's Garage,  I saw a dead deer along the side of the road, and a few hundred yards further the carcass of a possum, and only slightly further down the road a dead raccoon.  It was kind of like a zoo exhibit, only with deceased animals.
    When I got home, the weather was so nice and I was so bored, that after I did my hundred deck-steps, I walked down the road a distance and picked up some litter, as the trash containers are out front for pickup day tomorrow.
    Later this evening, as I was taking my socks off, what do I see crawling on my leg but a tick.  Is there not safe haven anywhere?