Good Riddance Old Year!
2009 is officially in the can. Off to storage. Enjoy eternity in the cooler.
2010, here we come!
2009 is officially in the can. Off to storage. Enjoy eternity in the cooler.
2010, here we come!
No more filter bucket for me, thanks. I got tired of forgetting to fill it, and losing that fridge space. And the icemaker was useless because the ice tasted and smelled like shit.
So I put in one of those filters that has its own faucet, and I split the output to go to the icemaker. The water is indistinguishable from what was coming from the Pur filter.
Mating plastic and brass is a TOTAL PAIN IN THE ASS. You don’t want to over tighten it because you will tear the threads right off the plastic, but you put it all together and it leks, so you tighten, and tighten, and tighten some more. Now I’m just hoping nothing goes BANG and sends water all over the house.
I know, like I should complain, but…
I’m now watching the Giants in SD because Fox can’t keep the HD feed from dropping.
I would have tweeted about it, but Twitter is down.
h/t Limbaugh – from IBD, save the planet by encouraging fewer babies?
Madness!
I hear things like this, and I want to have four or five kids and a 5,000 square foot house just to spite the eco-weenies.
update: And lit entirely with 150W incandescent light bulbs.
Google puts up their little “doodles” to commemorate what they consider to be appropriate holidays. It was quite surprising that they finally decided to acknowledge Memorial Day this year.
But the eighth anniversary of the worst attack on American soil? Not a fucking thing.
So, I’m going to be using Bing and Ask from now on. Google is dead to me.
If I were to have children (which I don’t) they’d have awesome breakfasts.
Just sayin’.
Well, the dog got sick on Friday. Real sick. Shouldn’t be alive sick. She’s alive.
I didn’t handle things so well. But we’re both on the other side and breathing, so that’s gotta count for something.
I know where my Nutty Bars are.
Everybody knows that you should avoid grocery shopping when hungry or stoned.
I can add one to the list. When you’re in the middle of an anxiety episode.
On the plus side, I don’t have to shop for a month!
Irony defined: among the side effects associated with SSRIs is “increased anxiety”. Good thing I’m taking an anti-anxiety medication, eh?
Oh, wait.
Never mind.
(please, let this be temporary.)