About two hours from now, after coffee, shower, etc., I will sign the papers and get the keys to my cell at the penitentiary. Then I can start moving stuff in.
My sister has been a huge help. She's giving me a bunch of stuff and she lined up some other things I'll need. The cable guy will b there on the 2nd, and once I have the absolute basics, I'll be ready to check out of this crappy wi-fi hotel.
The Cranial Vault
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Sympathy for the Dimwit
It's hard to go through life with the inability to understand a simple metaphor. For instance, someone who believes my new home is so close to the lake "I could throw a rock and hit the lake."
To the metaphor-impaired, this means I intend to open my window every morning and throw rocks at the lake.
Yes. And I hear Grady/Krendler's wife was so hungry she actually ate the ass out of a skunk.
Krendler is becoming unintentionally amusing.
To the metaphor-impaired, this means I intend to open my window every morning and throw rocks at the lake.
Yes. And I hear Grady/Krendler's wife was so hungry she actually ate the ass out of a skunk.
Krendler is becoming unintentionally amusing.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Trolling: It's Hard, Dirty Work!
The target is blamed for his being targeted, of course. "He looked at my website," which the troll would only know after taking the painstaking effort to hunt down a new blog and -- looking at it.
Crappy Hotel Wi-Fi Delays Debut of Live Show
I'll refrain from naming the motel because, otherwise, it's perfectly comfortable. But the wi-fi stinks to high heaven, It's like having a 22.6 baud modem back in prehistory.
Tomorrow, I sign the lease papers at my new residence which -- in the interest of comedy -- I will refer to as the Nunnery Infirmary. (An accurate description of the facility's history, in fact.) The move-in process will begin at once.
On a side note, I can't help but chuckle at how HARD my newly irrelevant detractor is trolling for a response.
In the meantime, I hope you'll check out the widget on the right sidebar and tune in to the "Cranial Vault."
Tomorrow, I sign the lease papers at my new residence which -- in the interest of comedy -- I will refer to as the Nunnery Infirmary. (An accurate description of the facility's history, in fact.) The move-in process will begin at once.
On a side note, I can't help but chuckle at how HARD my newly irrelevant detractor is trolling for a response.
In the meantime, I hope you'll check out the widget on the right sidebar and tune in to the "Cranial Vault."
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