Teh Squeaky Wheel
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, GN!
My first reaction to today’s thread pic was, “Aww, maaaan…I really hope that’s latex paint”.
Just read that a Holocaust memorial at a Jooooish cemetery in Lynn, MA was vandalized with “large pieces of pork”.
Sort of interesting to me that my reaction is a distant, cold anger…coupled with a desire to quite dispassionately and methodically apply a 2″x4″ or baseball bat to the lower extremities of the miscreant(s).
I think my peeps could learn a lesson or two from the Mafia. “This is nothing personal; just business.” 😉
Good morning, Fatwa, and everybody else!
I’m amused over the hoopla resulting from the rape scene from the last episode of Game of Thrones. Sansa just married Bolton and since he was her husband, how could it be rape?
Snark aside, a show that regularly features prostitution, murder, killings, mutilations, torture, etc., is now to be boycotted because of a rape scene?
Fun and games continue at the Crackhouse Corporation. Looking forward to another long day there and I best get a move on.
Thoughts and prayers, friends, for a productive and blessed day.
In the interest of accurate corporate rebranding (me bein’ a giver and all), here’s a quick and dirty new logo idea:
Crackhouse Corp. Does that make Sven a corpse-man?
CrackCo : we put the funk in dysfunction.
My manners are in Brenda’s dryer.
I hope you cleaned the lint screen. 😉
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, RabBiT, Fatwa, and Sven!
RabBiT -- while you’re in Brenda’s dryer, would you check for missing socks? Thanks!
Sven -- condolences for the work suckage. Unfortunately, as we all know, if there are insufficient consequences for bad behavior, that behavior will continue.
Fatwa -- I just don’t understand the kind of irrational hatred that would lead someone to desecrating some group’s cemetery. I do understand the anger that would lead someone to break a particular person’s kneecaps.
Hai, Mac! That’s why I always check under the bed. You never know what you’re going to find!
Hai, Paddy and Mac!
Boston Terrierists are so pernicious, so ineffably evil, they’ll steal the socks right off your feet…because underneath teh socks lies human flesh.
Boston Terrierist: aka the “American Gentleman” aka the “Murder Dog In A Tux”.
CrackCo: easy to identify by the sheer number of employees on stress disability leave (I can think of four at my company right now).
if there are insufficient consequences for bad behavior, that behavior will continue.
i.e. Teh Mangler™
Continuing hugs to Rabbit and BW.
And all y’all.
I’d type more, and more often, but it feels like all I have in me is whinging so I decline to inflict.
We almost got out of the stormy weather alive. Monday, we had early morning thunderstorms train over us with A LOT of lightning.
Tuesday one leetle cell comes through, and we took a near hit.
The lightning actually hit the couple across the street’s transformer, and the next stop for all that high energy was the fuse at the top of our pole.
I swear, when it hit, it was like those alien abduction reenactments: WHITE light pouring through the front window, Crack!, Boom! and Poof! went the power.
Being married to an electrician comes in handy when he can tell the electrical co-op exactly what’s wrong.
Casualties? The satellite Internet modem, and the big screen TV in the living room.
The Internets was the most important thing. The kids across the street offered to let us try their Verizon air card about a month ago. So we took ’em up on it.
Blew. my. mind.
We’d been hemming and hawing about switching over to Verizon, because AT&Ts dead spots kept expanding. This was a serious push.
So, two new phones, and OMFGZOMBIERHINOSelebenty!!!!! Mr. X got a smart phone.
We actually get signal in the house. Which has been totally of unheard of until yesterday.
I set up the Verizon home broadband system and it’s EASILY twice the speed of the satellite we had and comparably priced.
So, some good stuff came out of the strike; if the $40 power supply Mr. X bought for the TV works, we’re closer to golden.
*phew!* That was a lot!
The dogs are getting on me about “their” time.