There was a Mad magazine cartoon about the guy who worked in the dogfood factory. "Untouched by human hands," the sign read. The whistle blows, and he goes to lunch . . .
at the nasty-ass greasy sppon across the street.
I always liked the one with the cook smoking a cigarette and balancing a long-ass ash.
We could always learn a few things like
instead of wasting money on old-fashioned toilets,
we could squat over a hole in the floor to take care of business...
The Cowgirls weren't that good; The Team was that bad. There's still time for a wild card run. From there, it's a new season and a 0-0 record!
And I like The Team. It has a bit of a middle-finger feel to it. Dan Snyder is taking some time to figure out the stupidest new name possible. Probably, in a nod to his fortune, the Telemarketers.
Home. Scored a pizza on the way. Doctored it a bit, and now it's damn tasty.
Every morning, I drive east to work. Sun in my eyes, facing Mecca, the whole bit. And every morning, I ask that Allah award his most favorite by answering his sincerest prayers that he, Allah, call Jabba Senior home.
Well, this morning, the Angel of Death spread wings and flew over Jabba's house. Problem is, he took home one of the sons-in-law. So close, and yet no cigar. I cannot adequately express how truly and deeply pissed I am.
Happy Tuesday!!! Slept okay. Cats too, it appears. Up and getting running.
It's chilly outside but headed to close to 60 today. The concrete weasels may actually get some more placed today. Maybe. We are in no danger of being incinerated because they're not setting the world on fire.
Still having a time getting this car sold. Maybe I should have traded it. We'll see.
It came too early, but I was all slept out.
I made a great supper last night. No one did dishes.
That's gratitude for you. So, tonight's menu is frozen pizza
(and not the good kind).
I still have to do some Christmas shopping. I dread that. Makes me want to kill everyone.
Something about this time of year just makes people stupid.
I thought it was supposed to make them nice.
That's what I get for supposing.
People are the worst...
I suppose that I should be happy that I'm not going to be out in ankle-deep snow.
Heck, it won't even be freezing.
Unless I'm working up a load I shoot steel targets with the rifle. Saves a LOT of walking. For the pistol I've got a pile of 'official' DOE and State Police targets that happen to be 'people' targets. The two targets are quite similar with the exception being that the DOE targets have a '10 ring' down at the ballzac along with the center of mass and head shot 10 ring. I suspect that that extra scoring ring is for the female officers.