Good food, bad TV

    Paul came around last night for shrimp boil. Shrimp boil was outstanding; cocoa portable baklava was better still. A good day in the kitchen for the Creepy Old Guy.
    Regardless, Paul had bicycled, and just beat a cloudburst. Unfortunately, my vehicle isn't large enough to put a bike in, so Paul pretty much needed to wait until the rain ended. So we watched really, really bad TV. I don't have cable, but these days the broadcast channels give you extra channels. Here, we get Retro or RTV and This TV. The latter was playing the movie "Convoy"; the former an episode of "Starsky and Hutch." Each was, as Leonard Pinth-Garnell would have said, really really bad. It was a delightful crapfest, and the most normal thing I've done in over three months. Remember: never trust a junkie snitch.