What the hell does this mean? What the FUCK is an American Parasite?THAT QUESTION IS RHETORICAL PEOPLE. No snarky political comments here. Really.Ok, first of all, if you begin this sort of inflammatory email with "Dear Friend" you're already losing credibility. When I can't actually copy any of the text (because doing so launches a… Continue reading Ok Seriously Yahoo, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE OFFERING HERE.
Tag: What the HELL
Mythic Monday: Minotaur
Tonight's post is brought to you by request of a certain super awesome security dude/friend/geek extraordinaire. We're going back to Greek mythology tonight for one of the most iconic monsters ever. The Minotaur. I love this myth, because it's full of tragedy, horror, evil, physically improbable impregnation, and ultimately I can't help but root for… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Minotaur
Please Keep Your Feet Inside The Vomit Tank At All Times…
You guys, I may be just a wee bit tipsy and stuff because restaurants in Texas don't fuck around with the whole margarita in your Tequila in your margarita thing, and I apologize in advance if this post sucks. Or makes your tummy queasy. But why, for the love all that's holy or unholy...WHY? WHY… Continue reading Please Keep Your Feet Inside The Vomit Tank At All Times…
Excuse Me, I’ll Be Hiding Until This Is Over…
Mercury is in Retrograde.This Friday is the 13th. AND A FULL MOON over the weekend. People, I greatly enjoy astrology for entertainment, but I'm telling you...something is rotten in the month of June. With all the crap going on with the rental house (let me just say WOW, in the most horrified sort of tone, to… Continue reading Excuse Me, I’ll Be Hiding Until This Is Over…
Bacon Fanatics: Gird Your Pork Product. I’ve had enough.
Sigh. I get it. I'm as big a fan of tasty breakfast meats as the next person, and I do love me some crispy crispy bacon on a burger. But seriously? It's time to fucking stop. Tactical Bacon - nasty limp bacon coiled in a can like a tapeworm ready to strike. I've seen it.… Continue reading Bacon Fanatics: Gird Your Pork Product. I’ve had enough.
My Husband: The Great Sith Hunter…and other random weird.
A few random weirds (yes, I'm using that as a noun) from the week. These are in no particular order, and to be honest the sandpaper rubbing my throat and the golf ball lymph nodes in my neck are distracting me from a real post. It's time for more meds...and a nap. Thanks to the… Continue reading My Husband: The Great Sith Hunter…and other random weird.
All Your Blinkers Are Useless Here.
Things I've learned since moving to Texas: I have an accent. I am amused. Ya. Youbetcha.Kolaches. Look them up: they are not a sneeze, despite what you may be thinking. Weird...but I'm planning to try the bacon/egg/cheese version. Someone explain to me WHAT THE FUCK SKITTERED across my bathroom floor at 3am? 3am is the… Continue reading All Your Blinkers Are Useless Here.
Moving proves feet can scream (so can that weird curve in your hand that connects your thumb to pointer finger).
I have a neat spot in my hand where the skin just decided "dude, I'm done with you" and split. Just...split. Thanks a lot, skin. Also: you guys, someone found my blog by searching "do they share spouses at renaissance festivals." I have a long list of things to blog about, including (but not limited… Continue reading Moving proves feet can scream (so can that weird curve in your hand that connects your thumb to pointer finger).
Hmm…I think not, Yahoo.
As per usual, the spam in my Yahoo mail is conflicting. 1) OurTime.com dating service. Because apparently I'm old.* 2) Notice to Appear...in court (with a single name signature and a zip file). Um, no. 3) Hair Restoration offers. Because I'm bald and old, and going to court. 4) Various life insurance policy offers from multiple insurance companies. Because… Continue reading Hmm…I think not, Yahoo.
Indeed, I’m not dead. I just feel that way.
In the past couple of weeks we've packed up all our shit, loaded two very anxious dogs into the back of the truck, and caravanned ourselves from Minnesota to Texas. Between the job I started the Monday after we got here and the living in-between-houses situation, I couldn't get my blog updated since we left.… Continue reading Indeed, I’m not dead. I just feel that way.
No Pithy Phrase 