Screamed and pounded the bureau as I watched the Democrat debate last night on MSNBC.com Glad that Hillary called out BS on his cheap shots about her alleged Wall Street connections.

“Clinton’s campaign manager, Robbie Mook, denied suggestions his candidate may have come across as too aggressive by accusing Sanders of “artful smears”.

“Senator Sanders has repeatedly made veiled accusations against her. All she was asking him to do was lay it out,” he said.”

Bravo.

Unpleasant exchange with a friend on Facebook. I hadn’t realized that being “beautiful” equates in her mind to good health. She suffered a lot mentally while she was receiving chemo.

Ron continues to talk about “we” in reference to his prior. I have nothing of value to him; for all his complaints, I think those years were happy for him. Not like now when we struggle financially and physically.

It’s been raining all night, might start snowing in a little while.

AmazonPrime/Music includes Norah Jones’ first album, and I’ve been listening to it for the past two days.

It brings back one of the very few good memories from my otherwise horrible and best forgotten past.

I first heard “Don’t Know Why” in Marion, Mass, working for a small web dev company whose offices were on the top floor of an old house just down the street from Tabor.

I’ve lost touched with the two guys who co-owned the company, and that’s a shame. They hosted my CapeCoder website for a while, moved to Maine, and may have dropped out of Tech altogether.

Thank goodness for the good people, they are few and far between, especially in this wretched business.

Happy about the Iowa Dem caucus results, happy about Peter’s new job and Paul’s semi-exoneration in court. Moonakis has been sold to Karen, the long-term manager – also good news.

Neurologist confirmed that I have carpal tunnel in both wrists, worse on the left. Surgery ahead if the trigger finger acts up again. Testing was weird; I feel for anyone who’s been tased.

About the doc: his office has the feel of a small but inviting living room. I walked in to “A Love Supreme” and picked up a New Yorker while I was waiting to be seen. I honestly didn’t want to leave! The music in particular was a complete pleasure after the assault of the wretched adolescent crap at the Lion.

Cooked today: soy/honey slow cooker chicken for lunch and a potato/bacon/sausage/onion coddle for supper. Instant pudding, too. Kitchen smells great. Picked up some good manager’s specials this week, so we are set for a while.

I am almost done with MRS.

We should start to get results in about 2 hours. Caucuses start in 45 minutes and we are an hour ahead of CST.

I did some cooking today – really good fish casserole and gluten-free brownies – and drove Robert to work this morning. Picked up rolls and bagels at the Senior Center and worked for about an hour and a half at the bakery. The music was so damned loud, I brought in a pair of Stihl hearing protectors with a noise reduction rating of 23 dB(A).

Tried styling the schedule page in SKEL. No luck. I did manage to implement URL routing. Tweaked the noses of a few BS fans.

James and I are alike in having a low tolerance for rudeness, self-importance and entitlement. I asked Robert if his self-respect is minimized by dealing with hostile customers. He said he laughs at them. The kid’s a survivor!

I wonder how many gang rape fantasies got fulfilled?

We are feeling better today. Did laundry, changed sheets, did transfer station. Rewarded ourselves with scones from Panera.

Breaking the Language Barrier – with Big Data

We brought the load of yesterday’s grasses to the transfer station. On impulse, we stopped at the Picnic Box for lunch. It was good and made me feel almost human again.

I cut down the small grasses.

Have seen some fine films on Netflix this week.

“Parser error”. I converted the site to an application running under the .NET 4.5 application pool. Too many hours wasted.

I’m still sick but cut back the three remaining big grasses in the back yard with the electric hedge trimmer.

Watched a superb film “Reluctant Fundamentalist” directed by an Indian filmmaker Mira Nair.