Early March 2012
Let's take a break from Normal Distribution curves for a few minutes to pause the omnipresent Googlebot.
Lame Cherry is back after a two month hiatus and is an avenging angel. Wretchard is on a tear on MacGuffins. I think the world has mostly moved to one sentence tweets, abandoning blogs. Just too many words in blogs. Everything that needs to be said in this world, after all, can be wrapped up in grammatically incorrect sentences. Just hurl a few words at people. That should do it!
The endless presidential campaign from hell just keeps going and going as Romney, Santorum, Gingrich and Paul eviscerate each other. Oh, I'll vote for Romney but I'm not excited by the Mormon. He'll lose and we'll have four more years of the Marxist shoeshine boy. He'll stomp all over the constitution, appoint more racists, overthrow governments and generally turn the place over to a mob of wilding, unemployed niggas as he totally wrecks the remains of the US economy.
I've come to see my life as traveling to the outskirts of Rome to work five days a week. Large cities are evil hells occupied by insane clown posses. I drive down there and hope I'm not maimed or killed by the greedy socialists or forced to expose my nether regions to nanny-state government goons. While at work I'm subjected to power drunk leadership who don't listen to a word I say but cram their sick opinions down my throat like prison sex. The newest boss is like a gulag gang leader, incompetent to his core but apparently passing muster with his bosses. He smirks at us in weekly meetings as he bares his horns. 253 weeks and counting!
I've been busy building the ultimate Pinecar Derby racer with my grandson. The weighted low profile wedge will hopefully speed at 4.85 m/s to victory. I've handled most of the design duties and now the boy gets to put it all together. This weekend we'll add axles and wheels to begin testing for the race in ten days.
I've been summoned for jury duty at the local drug court next week. Joy! Is there any chance that a 61 year old white man will be selected by a defense attorney? I don't think so. I get to call in Monday evening to see if I'm a candidate or go in Tuesday morning without my trusty pocketknife. I must be completely defenseless in case a meth addled criminal runs amok! Did you ever notice how most criminals look both stupid and disfigured in their mug shots? Even retarded?
We have a drainage pond full of water near the parking lot at work. Geese and ducks ply the pond for sustenance. One of my greatest joys at work these days is watching the ducks do their thing. Always together in mated pairs, they hunt the cold waters all day long. They are so peaceful and serene. So natural. Unlike the paranoid meth cookers with miss-shapen heads.
Lame Cherry is back after a two month hiatus and is an avenging angel. Wretchard is on a tear on MacGuffins. I think the world has mostly moved to one sentence tweets, abandoning blogs. Just too many words in blogs. Everything that needs to be said in this world, after all, can be wrapped up in grammatically incorrect sentences. Just hurl a few words at people. That should do it!
The endless presidential campaign from hell just keeps going and going as Romney, Santorum, Gingrich and Paul eviscerate each other. Oh, I'll vote for Romney but I'm not excited by the Mormon. He'll lose and we'll have four more years of the Marxist shoeshine boy. He'll stomp all over the constitution, appoint more racists, overthrow governments and generally turn the place over to a mob of wilding, unemployed niggas as he totally wrecks the remains of the US economy.
I've come to see my life as traveling to the outskirts of Rome to work five days a week. Large cities are evil hells occupied by insane clown posses. I drive down there and hope I'm not maimed or killed by the greedy socialists or forced to expose my nether regions to nanny-state government goons. While at work I'm subjected to power drunk leadership who don't listen to a word I say but cram their sick opinions down my throat like prison sex. The newest boss is like a gulag gang leader, incompetent to his core but apparently passing muster with his bosses. He smirks at us in weekly meetings as he bares his horns. 253 weeks and counting!
I've been busy building the ultimate Pinecar Derby racer with my grandson. The weighted low profile wedge will hopefully speed at 4.85 m/s to victory. I've handled most of the design duties and now the boy gets to put it all together. This weekend we'll add axles and wheels to begin testing for the race in ten days.
I've been summoned for jury duty at the local drug court next week. Joy! Is there any chance that a 61 year old white man will be selected by a defense attorney? I don't think so. I get to call in Monday evening to see if I'm a candidate or go in Tuesday morning without my trusty pocketknife. I must be completely defenseless in case a meth addled criminal runs amok! Did you ever notice how most criminals look both stupid and disfigured in their mug shots? Even retarded?
We have a drainage pond full of water near the parking lot at work. Geese and ducks ply the pond for sustenance. One of my greatest joys at work these days is watching the ducks do their thing. Always together in mated pairs, they hunt the cold waters all day long. They are so peaceful and serene. So natural. Unlike the paranoid meth cookers with miss-shapen heads.
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