Return of zbouillabaisse

zbouillabaisse, aka zman bouillabaisse (not to be confused with B-Boy Bouillabaisse), is back!  

1. The QAnon Shaman is running for Congress.  Of course he is, because our politics doubles in stupidity every 2 years.  It's zman's law.  Jacob Chansley is running for Arizona's 8th district as a Libertarian.  The current representative, Debbie Lesko, isn't running again and the Shaman is a natural fit to represent Maricopa County.  And he already knows his away around the Capitol.  

2. Nooner, Shocker.  The coach of the Wichita State Shockers' women's basketball team is named Terry Nooner.  We love nooners around here.  Here's Nooner the Shocker giving the shocker.  

A big happy birthday to the one and only Coach @terrynooner! 🎉 pic.twitter.com/BHUkvpZv7T

— Wichita State Women’s Basketball (@GoShockersWBB) November 12, 2023

Can't make this stuff up.  H/t to the DLC. 

3.  I got a heat pump!  That isn't a euphemism, it's a device split between my attic and my back yard that can heat or cool my second floor without burning any fossil fuels, thus solving the problem of my undersized HVAC system that doesn't push air hard enough to reach the bedrooms, allowing me to turn the furnace way down at night but still sleep warmly without burning natural gas, and most importantly, offsetting my carbon footprint so I can drive for pleasure without invoking as much ire from Dave (although I bet the two little cars I drive the most have better fuel economy than Dave's behemoth vehicles).  And I will get a tax credit.

4. "You can't end sex on even numbers."  I'm sure you've seen Terrell Owens and Chad Ochocinqo reminiscing about their 12-hour, 17-woman orgy.  When TO suggests it was only 12 women, Ocho retorts "You can't end sex on even numbers!"  I suppose that's right given my experience--one is an odd number.  It would be nice if these guys did a PSA for PrEP though.  I'm no expert, but if you plan to attend an orgy you should get your shots first.

The N-U-C Playlists

Zman

Whit recently gifted me a few months’ worth of Spotify. He’s a mensch, to be sure, and famously generous. But the cynical Yankee jackass in me notes that this effectively doubles his capacity to find good music (I frequently text him stuff I find) and serves as a balm to his ego (I tell him that the stuff he sends me is outstanding, furthing the legend of his impeccable musical taste).

Snark aside, it’s a great gift. And it gives us something to do during these odd times.

The other day Whit proposed “dueling playlists with the same inspiration within one post” and asked me for “three one-word sentiments/principles/themes for the playlists.” I love this shit.

My first response was “nooners.” If I didn’t have kids this shelter-in-place order would be great. Nooners all the time! Nothing cuts through monotony like a nooner. If you haven’t tried it you’re missing out.

Then I said “uplifting.” We all need some uplifting music right now.

I concluded with “cocaine.” So many great songs involve booger sugar. I could just do 15 Rae and Ghost songs. Hell, I could just make a playlist out of Cuban Linx and call it a day. Or I could pull together a bunch of Boogie Down Productions stuff. But cocaine crosses all musical genres. It seemed like a great idea at the time, if not a great fit for the current state of the world.

Whit’s response was “Ah, the old N-U-C.” And thus two playlists were born. Enjoy them while locked at home alone or with your kids, not getting any noontime action.

Whitney

At my advanced age, I just enjoy when people are sporting. Something about taking life less seriously. Like when I chuck out a goofy idea and somebody says, "Yep, let's do it."

Zman is that kind of dude. And a wealth of music suggestions that are not on my radar.

You down with N-U-C?