TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

Happy Wednesday!!! Slept well enough, i reckon. Gonna be hot enough today, it looks. We should get signed off on our electrical rough-in, insh'Allah. And we should likely find out when the plumber can come and fix yesterday's fuck-up, too.


Got back in last night and the fucking computer had wonked out. There's a douche setting, so I went ahead and douche the bitch. I reckon that it'll be interesting to find out what's fixed and what's not, and what's gone. Discovery! That's always fun.


After coffee, of course.


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I didn't sleep at all last night. Kept getting charlie horses in my calves and the arches of my feets. I don't know what that's all about. Maybe I needed to hydrate more on the golf course.

Now, this morning, I'm sneezing and coughing. Maybe I have the ebola.

I should probably go home and lay on the sofa...
 
BIA should stand for Bring Intelligence Asshat. I went to a meeting last night, and an old timer brought in a newbie.
We discussed some political issues that will affect independent owners and how it was being twisted.
The idiot asked when people learned to accept lies instead of truths. I told him that history books were written by the winners and he couldn't figure it out. He's either in for a steep learning curve or he's not going to last long.
 
Everything is curable. Except for ass cancer. Ass cancer is terminal. More Litsters should be so afflicted.


We got the electrical rough-in inspected and approved. Inspector dude also reassured me that the service request was approved to the power company. The wire butcher will return tomorrow to isnatll the line from the temp pole to the trailer, fondly known as The Hot Box/Tincan. It will be nice to get some juice in here, especially since the tree guys are pruning away some of my shade.


I may have to wander inside this afternoon to enjoy some of the apartment building a/c.


I forgot to mention. One of the local assclowns came to our get-together last night. And then he told a whopper. Totally unbelievable. It's a reminder of how st0000pid (yes, we're up to 4 zeroes now) thinks that everyone else is as st0000pid as they are. Swear to the sweet babeh Jeebus, the longer I live, the smarter I think that the four-legged ones are and teh st0000pider the two-legged ones are. Most of them, at least. If Allah could just get the world pruned back to a few million people, that would be enough.


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Damn it, boys! Hot-n-humid. Lunch is a nuisance. Wanting to eat isn't all it's cracked up to be sometimes. But the wires are approved and the trees-n-stumps are gone. Thanks be to Allah for his beneficence and mercies.


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I didn't sleep at all last night. Kept getting charlie horses in my calves and the arches of my feets. I don't know what that's all about. Maybe I needed to hydrate more on the golf course.

Now, this morning, I'm sneezing and coughing. Maybe I have the ebola.

I should probably go home and lay on the sofa...
I get something similar in the arches of my feet at night. For me, it is a part of restless leg syndrome. I've tried several remedies but what is working for me now is to spray this on the soles of my feet before I get in bed. It desensitizes my arches; It may just be the alcohol in it or some other ingredient, but I have found that it works. And at that point of night, I don't care what my feet smell like:ROFLMAO:.

I buy it from Amazon.
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I didn't sleep at all last night. Kept getting charlie horses in my calves and the arches of my feets. I don't know what that's all about. Maybe I needed to hydrate more on the golf course.

Now, this morning, I'm sneezing and coughing. Maybe I have the ebola.

I should probably go home and lay on the sofa...
Evidently not enough whisky was consumed on the golf course.

Or, you're not pedaling the e-bike hard enough.
 
Wat's feet are dry, so they are/get crunchy. (They don't cramp with any predictability.) Sometimes the hide splits. That fucking hurts. So he applies a coat of some heavy skin cream - no odor - and puts on a pair of white socks and crawls in bed. It's a nuisance, but it beats when my feet break open and it's way better'n ebola. Or ass cancer. Or being a Litlib and thinking that you're progressive.


There's probably an AOC joke in there somewhere.


Home. Grazing on leftovers. It's hot as all diddlefuck outside. The a/c is keeping it down to a dull roar inside. Thanks be to Allah and so on.


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Happy Thursday!!! Slept kinda half-assed. Woke up too early. Felt done with sleeping, but I kinda know better. And the newer computer decided not to come on this morning. I left it open and the old cat slept on the keyboard. Not sure that had anything to do with it. Maybe I should flog him anyway. Meanwhile, the old one is running slowly. There is a reset I can do to it, so that'll be tonight's fun and games.


Another hot day. Maybe a t-storm this afternoon. And the safety guy at work. We'll see.


The coffee maker works fine, however.


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Hot as fuck. No safety guy - yet. Wire butchers connected the sweatbox to the temp power pole. At least there's a bit of a breeze to go with a bit less shade.


On this date in 1793:


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Gonna be a hot one today. The weatherperson says it will hit 68°F. All y'all might not think that's warm, but people will be bitching about the heat here.
 
Chatted with a woman who recently returned from Puerto Rico. No, she wasn't visiting a visiting AOC. She said we have it pretty good here compared to there as far as heat-n-humididdity goes. I'm sure that spending much time outside wouls cause the fried eggs wimmins to manufacture teh bewb sweat.


Still no safety fucker, so I reckon there's not going tobe a free lunch, either.


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Well, the safety guy finally made it. Hadn't been on the job 5 minutes and he's not as bright as he'd like to think he is. He tried the dick-swinging contest and playing the bully card with Wat. Seems he didn't like Wat's "tone," whateverthefuck that is. Wat proceeded to explain how Wat can't hear his "tone," and how that's a judgment call. Wat said all the right things and pointed out that is what Wat is responsible for, and that Wat is 0% responsible for what Sandy Mangina thought he heard. Apparently, at that point, Allah sent him a revelation, because he proceeded to sweeten the fuck up a bit. Prett sure that his pop-up timer popped up. Smelled like cooked goose, at least with Wat.


Many people with whom Wat crosses paths are alive simply because it's illegal to kill them.


The funny little Latina down the hall from the office made lunch. It was hot and fuck lunch, so it came home and is being supper. It's doing a good job of it. She's a sweetie.


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I made a salad for dinner and saved some leftovers for tomorrow. We had storms pass through last night, the same system that dropped a bunch of tornados on Chicago. We lucked out and there was no damage but other areas weren't as lucky. Then I got stoopid and listened to the local radio talk show that blamed glowball warming.

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Yeah, that's about the size of it. The yin and yang, as it were. Whateverthefuck that means.


Wat slept well but woke wide awake about 2 hours before alarm time. And for no good discernible reason. Meh. It should be a short day at work. The plumber will be there to fix the main valve fuck-up, but that shouldn't take all day. And hot as fuck to go with it. Maybe storms today. We'll see. More hot-n-humid today, too.


Coffee is gittin' 'er done . . . .


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Good morning. I think I got food poisoned. I was sick as a dog but never ran a fever. I'm back to keeping food and liquids down, but just barely. I'm been crossing my fingers when taking my meds. You never know what to do when you puke the up right after you take them. Do you take then again? Were that down long enough to dissolve? Heck, I might even have taken two doses and that made me ill. Oh well.
 
Damn it, boys! The plumber's supplies didn't come in. With what we need here, it's not like we can run to a box store and get it. And the supply houses are wanking about.


Maybe on Monday . . . .


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I have had food poisoning before and it's a pure bitch. I've never gotten it from any food at home, only from restaurant fare. So I wonder how many people got sick along with me? Misery loves company.

Otherwise, summer in Anchorage was yesterday and it'll be back to rain for the weekend.
 
I've been sick, but I've never had what I would have considered to be food poisoning. Eons ago, Mexican would guarantee me a trip to the can. I reckon I got used to it.


No plumber until Tuesday. Seems that the part was beamed up ny aliens and they have to order and ship another one.


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I've had food poisoning a couple of times, it taught me not to eat at fast food places.
All went well today. I did check in with my brothers, both are crazy in different ways but my nieces are all good.
Called my two sons that live elsewhere and neither answered. I know one was at work and the other likely was too, they're short handed and he's been picking up extra hours.
My other kiddos double as minions and have been stepping up, I may still get an early retirement even if it's a bit later than I originally planned.
And we're having cereal for dinner, why? Why not. The little one asked and I figure the ones who don't like it are old enough to cook.
 
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