Bubblin’ Pot O’ Posts
Friends,
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve slacked off on posting a real-live entry (or fourteen). Not for lack of things to say, but rather for lack of creativity in saying them. Clearly that block is hampering me this second as I try to think of a clever way to wrap up this preface. There were actually events worth noting during the last fortnight, but as they say, “the damn posts ain’t gonna write themselves.” No, I don’t suppose they will.
Comment From Anonymous Reader That Had To Be Edited
Woof. There’s a little vitriol here, but I get it. The anonymizer function of the comments let the commenter off the hook, but still, I get it and that’s what this here post is about. Here’s the comment:
I have to speak up here.
Dude, what are you doing?
I understand that maybe the quiz of the day lets you keep up the homefires w/ your jaunty little writing partner, but frankly, I liked the blog when you used to write about real stuff. Like when you were married [redacted – ed], frinstance. I believe the lack of comments shows that I’m not alone. Maybe you could make fun of the fabulous furry freak show at your place of residence again. Steve Irwin died: that’s funny, right? I laughed till I shat myself at your hilarious tirade on the governator—will I never shit meself again?
Thank you.
See your doctor.
Now back to our regular-ish program…
Out Of Luck
A couple of weeks ago I prophesized:
There is also a catch basin off the driveway into the back room. Why they thought that design was a good idea is anybody’s guess (so fire away in the comments, I can’t make sense of it). We built up the threshold to keep at least six inches of water at bay. If any more than that comes, I’m out of luck.
You’ll never guess what happened last Wednesday. No, c’mon. Guess.
The mud and crud line was two inches up the door and I’ll be damned if the previous owners’ design to channel runoff right into my back door continued to work like a champ. Despite my efforts. There’s silt throughout the back rooms, including a new spot—the laundry room. How exciting!
In response, I’ve done what anyone in my position would do. I dug a moat.
The Charitable Organization’s Far Eastern Outpost
Disinterested. And I suppose it shows too. The staff down there is phoning it in and I’m following their lead (no, really!). I even sang a few bars of “C Is For Cookie” during our weekly phone conference with our software vendor. Why? Because the tech support guy was enjoying a cookie more than our little six-way chat about why our systems weren’t working.
Between a job that nobody cares about and a commute that will surely get me killed, I’m ready for something else. Super really quite ready.
And A Dog…
Despite all of this, or because of it, I’m thinking of adopting a new dog from the local rescue. This will likely make two very dopey hounds very upset, but I miss having critters around and could use somebody to clean the leftovers off the floor every once in a while. That, and I need someone to take me out for walks.
That’s it for now. Hopefully, more tomorrow.
Your pal (I guess, see above),
– bob
