Your love is like one of those diseases soldiers came back from war with
Ok, so I noticed I hear things through fans.
I'm sitting in my office and hearing the tv. I ask Wife to turn it down.
The tv is off.
Uh-oh.
If I turn off the fan, I don't hear anything.
Perhaps I should try to contact the dead.
Happy Independence Day
or, as the Brits say, Traitorous Colonists
The founding fathers were brilliant and set up a living framework for a great country.
And certain groups are hacking away at it like mad
If we don't pay attention, it will be gone.
In my hood, July 4th is yet another occasion to buy 'illegal' fireworks and blow them up for the next few days. Wawa, our convenience store chain, has a deal on hoagies. Their ads are paid for by Giant, our supermarket chain. I have no idea.
And what could possibly be a better companion for fireworks and hoagies than beer? Unfortunately, in PA, you are not permitted to buy fireworks, and liquor is run by the state, so you have to go to special stores during their hours (not on Sundays). That's some gang that took over booze. Even the mob is jealous of this racket.
Tomorrow, for entertainment, we'll watch the news to find out which intelligent, well-read fireworks expert lost a few digits when he forgot to throw them after lighting them.
Those of you outside PA don't understand... we can't go into a supermarket or any old store and buy booze. The first time I left PA, I saw booze in a supermarket and I stood there and stared. I don't really drink, but I'd never seen it in a supermarket. PA is a hellhole for so many reasons....
Work is fun.
I hate Outlook. Apparently my emails have the Ignore flag. When I send them, to individuals or groups, I never get a reply. Some of my emails are pretty important, but nothing. Like my previous employer, there is apparently no specific requirement to answer emails. Unless, of course, you're in my group. As we get bigger and more impotent, we have to answer everything... even the phone. It's a shame I never had the time to learn their bad habits....
Today I identify as one of four Teslas that didn't self-immolate
It's been a while since I've had one of my Hell Days.
Today is one.
Dear Mr. China: if you want me to continue purchasing from you, I am going to have to insist on you including instructions, or at least a picture, in everything that I have to assemble. I have never seen a 5' pole with a large whirlygig on top, so I need some frame of reference. That was one hour of screaming time to assemble. There are still parts either left over or missing - I can't tell.
The cash machine was broken, so I'd have to take a check for something I was buying. Where is the check? Home.
Off to the store, the very tricky neighborhood decided, after a year of free parking, to put the meters back. Hey- I found a quarter (in the compartment with used cigarette filters - yum!). Once in the store, I look at the quarter in my hand, that I didn't put in the machine.
I dropped off the check and their dog was so happy to see me, he peed a bit, then stuck his nose in my crotch for a bit. It was a bit of heaven.
I was going to pick up dinner, but Mrs lefty was too far away. Her passenger (the one who wasn't the dog) kept texting me estimates of when they were dropping her off. Then she started asking me questions about times. English is her native language, except when texting. I was confused, but took comfort in the fact that I wasn't as confused as she was. She texted me that they were going to call. I love that. The call didn't go through, because wireless technology is so new, they haven't perfected it yet. I called back and the dog had had enough of her too because all I heard was BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK. This was doing a lead-footed dance on my very shaky tiny last nerve.
My shorts were overloaded on the right side, and were determined to flash parts of me better kept unflashed (all of me) in the convenience store, up my steps and in front of the fridge. After I emptied my pockets, the shorts felt nostalgic and tried to fall down again. Every other day of the year, my stomach is 100% successful at holding my pants up.
The convenience store wanted to know if I wanted my gallon of milk in a bag. No, I'll just walk home, juggling it with the sodas. They save money by using cheap bags, so they have to double them, or I'll be wearing the milk.
It was naturally raining, so everybody was driving very quickly through the residential neighborhoods. The car has a beeper to remind me the lights are on. Unfortunately it fails completely if you take the keys out too quickly, which I did. It was amazing that I got a parking spot (in my own driveway).
So after the large explosion, when the police finally apprehend me, I'll just tell them about my day and no problemo.
No matter what you do this week, remember:
There is no B+ directly associated with the quadrature grid of a dual role 6BN6.
- Sitting at my desk, on my 3rd cup of coffee, I finally realize something: I'm just not prepared for morning. I never will be.
- Air Force Video Explains What a Penis Is
- only shown to men, who all flunk the test and can't fly
- Microsoft's Blue Screen of Death (BSOD) is being changed to a Black Screen of Death (BSOD) in Windows 11. Isn't it clever they didn't have to change the abbreviation? So you'll be seeing a lot of black when you downgrade to Win 11. IF your processor is on the approved list.
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