Yeah you read it right. There is a myth that has been perpetuated by The Princess that you can douse a laptop and it will still operate as it is supposed to.
Don’t believe it. It doesn’t.
L8R
Archive for the ‘Bitterness’
Make my head spin round right round
That is the search the bring most people here: Make my head spin round right round.
First penned and sung in the 80’s by the band Dead or alive. And then sampled by a rapper named Flor-Ida. And people are looking for it like there was no tomorrow.
And, as much as I appreciate you folks stopping by, I am getting a little tired of it. The song is old, and rather inane. It is time for you to move on.
Really.
It all started so simply
I had beer that needed to be bottled. A nice red ale. It had been in the fermentor for a couple of weeks. It was time to bottle it.
But first the bottles had to be cleaned. No biggie, put them in a 5% bleach solution over night and they will be ready. Which they were, but the kitchen had to be cleaned up before I could rinse the bottles.
And then after I rinsed the bottles, and sanitized the bottling bucket, I had to boil water and sugar for priming the wort. And so while the priming solution was cooling, I went out and delivered a case of beer to a friend who had given me a few cases of bottles. And then on the the Post Office where I dropped off a couple of things for MLW.
Then off to the liquor store for my BIL’s annual bottle of Crown Royal. The next stop was at Lowe’s for a tool for my FIL, and since Lowe’s didn’t have it, I went to Home Deport where I was informed that the tool in question wasn’t really that good. Got talked into another tool and headed home.
Where I promptly was caught in mid-afternoon traffic. Got home. Bottled the beer, cleaned up the kitchen a second time. Took the beer down to the cellar, had to clean up the section that I use for storage. Ended up taking 4 bags of junk out to the trash.
Went back upstairs, decided to make some fudge and magic bar cookies. And then cleaned up the kitchen for a freaking THIRD time.
Decided that tonight is a good night for pizza.
And it started out so freaking simply. I just needed to bottle some beer.
Namaste.
2.5 million unemployed
That is an astounding amount of people.
2.5 million people without a job in the stated of Michigan. That is 20% of the estimated 10,000,000 population of that state.
20% of the population unemployed.
So who would be impacted if that happens? No work, no money to spend on gas. Gas stations close. No work, no money to spend on consumer goods. Appliance stores, clothing stores, toy stores, jewelry stores all closed. No work, no money to send your kids to college. Can’t get a student loan without a job. Can’t buy a car, or a house without a job.
Economic apocolypse.
Would the last person out of the state please turn out the lights?
namaste.
So who wants to beat up on Sarah Palin?
Seems to be some folks out there in the bogosphere, and in the newspapers who want to whip up on her.
Lots of negative things being said. She has no experience, involved in scandal, five kids, fairly newborn with downes, pregnant 17 yr old daughter, yada, yada, yada.
Same political crap. You get in the public eye, you get watched. Close and hard. Would we really want the press to lay off of people we want running our country? I don’t think so. As much as I pissed and moaned about Bill C. and his stupid actions. Can’t say mistakes, it was thought out.
But Sarah? Dig up as much dirt as you can on her, but leave the kids alone. Period. I don’t like her politics, and I am not going to vote for her. I caution everyone who is undecided at this point to look hard and long at what the Republican Party is offering, but leave her family alone. There is no place in politics to dredge up crap on families.
My opinion.
Namaste.
Every Bloggers Just a Setting Sun
I stole that line from a blogger who commented on this link that takes you to Always Home, and Uncool. He writes about BlogHer and the real happenings.
Too Funny.
Namaste.
BlogHer blah, blah, blah
If you are reader of blogs you know about the BlogHer conference that is going on in San Francisco this weekend.
Yippee.
‘Ceptin’ I won’t be there. Even though guy bloggers can be BlogHers. I don’t think that MLW would be all that accepting of me attending a conference that is listed as “BlogHer’s mission is to create opportunities for women who blog to pursue exposure, education, community and economic empowerment.” It would be the opportunities part, along with the exposure parts that would get to her most.
That and the fact that I would be drinking with a bunch of women. Trying my best to make them understand that Bud Light, and Coors Light is on the same level as goat urine.
But I am bitter. Why don’t men have a BlogHim? And then, of course I came across this. Men will never have a meaningful convention because unlike the women blogger out there, we won’t be interested in making connections and establishing relationships. We wouldn’t be concerned with meeting with corporate sponsers and making the world better. We would be drinking, eating, and holding farting contests.
Sigh.
Sometimes it all seems so hopeless.
namaste.
Workin’ for the weekend
Well, not really the weekend but it is the only two days off in a row that I am going to see before I go on vacation.
Which is in TWO WEEKS!!!!
I would like to say that I can’t wait, but the reality is that I have to wait. Because the time off starts in two weeks, not today. Unless, of course, I fake some crazy illness and take the next two weeks off from work.
Speaking of a crazy illness. Those of us who have been paying attention have known that I had an allergic reaction to poison ivy. Did the whole ER thing, got the steroids, got the benedryl, got the shakes and the mood swings. For those who weren’t paying attention, specifically the people that I work with, I did not get an infection from a tattoo. Idiots.
The people I work with seem to be some of the most un-trusting folks that you can come across. I had to leave work early on Friday due to my leg swelling up. The patch of poison ivy on the back of my leg had soaked 3 sets of bandages through with lymph that my body was making to try and deal with the poison ivy. One of my co-workers thought that it would be a neat thing to do to start a rumor that I had an infection due to a bad tat. Then when I went into work on Saturday I had to show my boss my leg to prove to him that I did indeed have poison ivy.
This is the first time in 28 years of work that I have had to prove my illness to a boss. Just makes you all warm and fuzzy inside, now doesn’t it? Paranoid people make me crazy.
With that being said, I am going to go enjoy the day. MLW, The Princess and I are going to see a movie today. Something we haven’t done as a family in forever.
L8R
Poison. As in Ivy
Brett Michaels, whose last name Sychak comes from Mechanicsburg, Pa. MLW’s first husband used to hang out with him when they were young. MLW’s first MIL used to chase Brett out of her house on a regular basis.
Small world, eh?
But the poison I want to talk about comes from a plant. Poison Ivy. I hate this crap. We seem to have an abundance of it in our yard, as every year I come down with a hefty dose.
This year I have it on my right arm, the back of my right leg, and on my upper lip. A lot better than the year that I managed to get it on my crotchular area. That wasn’t fun explaining to my woman Dr. how I managed to do that. When the best answer that I could come up with was I didn’t wash my hands BEFORE I went to the bathroom. Highly uncomfortable.
Anyway……it itches, I try not to itch it, and then find myself itching it without thinking about it. I should have stock in the companies that make hydrocortisone.
What’s on your mind today?
Namaste.
