shall I be for most of the weekend... Here's Saturday's Goth Girl, a day early, and some easy listening for your Hallowe'en - Samhain weekend. Enjoy your trick-or-treating and a very blessed new year to my dearest pagan friends. Peace. Gregor
I thought it might be nice to celebrate the original goth girl... as portrayed by the great Charles Addams. Remind me to tell you about my family sometime... ahem.
Sounds. Some gothy, some not, all good.
Oh, there's a track list in the comments section. Just because I'm swell like that. Later.
it's National Cat Day! My cat, Tiger The Cat®, is almost eighteen years old, by my reckoning. Needs a little help getting up on the bed once in a while, but she still is a wonderful friend. She showed up in the back yard one day as a barely weaned kitten and has been around ever since. She hangs out with me when I sit in the little nook off the kitchen watching NASCAR every Sunday or Saturday night, usually curled up in my lap. She goes to bed with me every night and she wakes me up every morning. She doesn't like too many other people, she took a liking to me early on and that was that. I guess it's because we're a lot alike. We're both solitary creatures, don't like a lot of fuss and we both shed... So, in honor of my constant companion, here's one of my favorite cat songs...
nothing pithy to expound, no stories, no fun... going to be playing woodworker for the rest of the week, completing the built in bookcase in the hole in the wall over where the mantle will eventually be. pictures at some point, if it's worth burning up pixels on. have i ever told you how much i hate working with plywood? later.
I was just thumbing through some old music, looking for some background noise while doing some woodworking and came across the Vivid album by Living Colour... this album was released in 1989, twenty years ago. This song could have been written yesterday. Life imitates art...
"neon lights, Nobel Prize, when the mirror speaks, the reflection lies..."
I'm a day late and dollar short on this, which he would probably find something funny in, but I just need to say a few words about the passing of Soupy Sales...
Soupy's humor was staple fare in our house, even before The Soup Sales Show, back to when he hosted Lunch with Soupy, a show where kids would sit in front of the tube, eat their lunch with Soupy and listen to stories, watch cartoons, and be entertained for a half hour by someone who could make you laugh and smile by approaching you on your level of humor. The Soupy Sales Show, although derided by some, was a masterpiece. Simple, direct humor. No violence, except for the flurry of pies that ended up in Soupy's face or sometimes on the camera's lens. No overtly blue humor. No sexual humor. Just funny stuff. One liners. Set ups. Gags. Blackouts. All the classical types of stage and screen humor. Stuff that made you laugh just because it was funny, nothing more. It was all great fun. But the thing I always remember about watching Soupy was his ever present smile. He always made you feel that he was having as good a time as you were, that he knew some of his act and jokes were stale, or were even bombing, but he didn't care, he was having fun and you were having fun and that's what seemed only to matter to him. Soupy was one of those once in a lifetime bright spots I feel fortunate to have encountered. You never sat down to watch Soupy expecting anything special, just to be entertained and he knew just how to do that. He wouldn't make it in today's world of what passes for humor, and that's not a put down, that's high praise. Thanks, Soupy. If there is a heaven and that's where he went, pie in the sky has a new meaning there today.
The last time we had a themed BBQ, the local law enforcement showed up... ahem. There's nothing I like more than a slab o'beef infused with the piquant taste of charcoal lighter fluid, although, from the sound of it, Kitchen Bouquet seems like it can kill the taste of anything... And it comes in a reusable bottle, for those who have a vivid imagination when it comes to adult toys...
This is not right... I'm beside myself. I've learned so much from this guy. His approach to woodworking is special and stands out far and above any of the others that have been on TV over the years. Many woodworkers don't like his approach of using power equipment for just about every task, but by doing so, he made woodworking accessible to anyone. Not everyone can work a piece of wood with a block plane, or cut dovetails by hand and, although they are skills that I've accomplished and enjoy, the time and effort are not always well spent on a project. I learned woodworking out of necessity and it turned into a hobby and a passion, mostly from watching Norm. His easy going attitude and casual approach to his craft is special. Some of his projects would intimidate me if I tried to replicate them, but his basic techniques and variety of subjects always presented great solutions to a sometime difficult to attain end. I can't tell you how many times I've been standing over a project, stumped by not being able to rip a piece of wood at an angle that my table saw won't support, or a piece of joinery that escapes my experience or challenges my ability and Mrs. SOG would say, "well, what would Norm do?"... Indeed, what would Norm do? I've seen every one of his shows a dozen times, and every time I watch one, I pick up on something new or something that always helps me, no matter how many times I've seen it. Thanks, Norm.
WOO-HOO..!!! We just got in from a day before my birthday dinner with Mrs. SOG, the daughters and friends, hosted at a nice Colonial era inn, in the small, quiet town of Imlaystown, New Jersey. Great food, too much drink and wonderful company, and... PRESENTS!!! A cool black throw pillow with a silver skull print on it, a very special bottle of wine and FIREWORKS!!! Loud, sparkly, shiny FIREWORKS! But the best was spending time with loved ones. You can't beat that.
Sorry for the blurry picture, not enough coffee today. It's about twenty four inches in diameter and has eight tea light holders. Mrs. SOG won it at some sort of affair a few weeks ago. And two gothic lanterns. And a plastic, lighted giant frog wall decoration. I really dig the frog. It's a black wire frame with some sort of crinkly green plastic on it that looks like shattered glass. Very cool. Going to hang it on the trellis by the back door next summer.
yeah, they're back... I need something of beauty around here once in a while. I thought I'd start off with a repost of one of my favorites, you all know just what a thing I have for pink hair...
Oh, and by the by, I didn't mean to confuse anyone with my post about the latest layoff my company just had. I didn't get booted. For some reason, they've kept me on, once again. I almost with they'd given me the sack, it would get me off my ass to do something constructive with what's left of my miserable life.
Starting on October 19 and through the 25th, network TV stations will be broadcasting National Socialist propaganda regarding Obama's "National Service" messages. Here is a list of the networks and the shows that will be participating.
ABC All My Children, America's Funniest Home Videos, Brothers and Sisters, Castle, Cougar Town, Dancing With The Stars, Desperate Housewives, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, Flash Forward, General Hospital, Good Morning America, Grey's Anatomy, Hank, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Modern Family, One Life To Live, Private Practice, The Forgotten, The Middle, The View, Ugly Betty
CBS Cold Case, Criminal Minds, CSI: Miami, CSI: NY, Gary Unmarried, Ghost Whisperer, Numb3rs
FOX America's Most Wanted, Bones, Brothers, COPS, So You Think You Can Dance, Til Death
NBC 30 Rock, Access Hollywood, Community, Days of Our Lives, Heroes, Parks and Recreation, The Biggest Loser, The Office, Today Show.
I do not watch much television, especially the luke warm pablum that they spoon feed the masses to keep them amused, but you can be damned sure my TV will be off next week.
The lying, narcissist Kenyan wetback and his handlers are grasping more and more control over the media every day to spread their Socialist/Communist propaganda. Please use your voice and the power of your pen (or keyboard) to let these lap dog networks know what you think of them. I have.
Oh, to whom ever from the Obama circle jerk known as the present Government of the United States that keeps pinging my blog - screw you. And your boss.
The first in a series of educational films, presented because I'm lazy, I'm boring and I found a bottomless source of free educational films... and because you can't get too much education. Hell, one day you might grow up to win a prize and a big shiny medal or a major award or something...
Where did the weekend go? Saturday turned into a whirlwind of chores, today was slaving outside, trying to clean up the grounds after the two days of steady high winds we had early last week. I spend four hours just on one side of the house cutting up fallen limbs, picking up twigs and raking leaves, seed pods from the Catawba trees and those damned spiky seed balls from the Sweet Gums that are on the property line. I also cleaned up a pile of dried out old sod that I peeled up from one of the garden beds I put in last fall, and used the soil to fill in the area on the Eastern side of the front porch and graded it away from the house for better drainage. I also broke down the irrigation system for the evergreens I put across the front of the property last year, they are doing just fine now and I didn't even use it this year, we had so much rain. The trees I put in last year are the Green Giant Thujas. They were about a foot tall when I planted them in May of 2008, most of them are almost as tall as I am now. At that rate, in two more years, no one will be able to see into the property from the street, which will go a long way to psychologically separating me from the traffic on the street and will be a wonderful wind break from the ever present Northwest Winter winds around here. I'm going to spend most of tomorrow doing the same cleaning up on the other side of the house, although I'm technically supposed to be working from home. Ever since my office was closed and I got stuck over in my clients building, I'm forced to take their holidays off as well, but as long as I can spend some of my time on work related tasks during the day, I don't have to use a vacation day. Doesn't really make that much difference to me one way or the other, by the end of the year I'll have at least a week left over, maybe more, which I can carry over into next year. That means I'll have six weeks next year, maybe I'll take off a week every other month throughout the year. That's if I still have a job. I don't take anything for granted any more.
It's time to take down the screens and put up the storm windows and start getting this grim old pile ready for the coming cold weather. I just filled the oil tank, that should last us almost till Christmas if it doesn't get too cold too early. Gotta get some coal next week for the dining room stove, just in case. And a generator is on the list for this year, too. I might buy a permanently mounted gas fired one and tie it into my propane system. I just need one that's big enough to run the furnace, refrigerator and the well pump and a few lights. And the computer. Better safe than sorry these days. Twenty years ago, I'd look at having no power for a few days in the winter as an adventure, but no more. My tolerance for the cold has lessened greatly. Must be getting old...
Oh, I almost forgot... here's a little something I whipped up for Dogette last night while I was sitting up alone in the wee hours... I hope she remembers to keep the windows shut on Beh-bey island, you never know what might fly in...
Sleep well tonight, dear Dogette...
So, I'm going to go outside and have a smoke or two, wait for the Percocet to start working and then do something. Not sure what, but it seems a waste not to take advantage of not having to face an early Monday morning. Maybe I'll go for a midnight ride in the goth mobile or maybe grab a lantern and a sidearm and go for a trek through the woods. More than likely, I'll just veg out in front of the computer and listen to some music.
That rag from North Jersey, the Newark Star Ledger, which traditionally has been nothing more than the leftist broadside and, in more recent history, the Jon Corzine Fan Club Bulletin, has endorsed Independent Chris Daggett in the race for New Jersey's next Governor. Daggett's a freaking lunatic, with a property tax reduction plan that will increase the scope of the NJ Sales Tax to include items not currently taxed and will probably end up raising that sales tax in the end. He is also ready to accept the 2 billion dollar stimulus handout being offered to New Jersey, which will be used to patch the current deficit, doing nothing to lower it the following year or years. He is also very pro-choice and pro-gay marriage. I am steadfastly against the first and the second is a non-issue for me, one way or the other. I really thought Daggett was dragged into the race and partially financed behind the scenes by the Corzine machine, to take votes away from Christie, but this makes me rethink that. He is running as an independent, but has very, very left leaning ideas. Plus, I think he's a loon. He scared the crap out of me during the so called debate a few weeks ago. I'm no fan of Christie, I was planning on voting for him just to break the Democratic hold on the Governor's office. If elected, Christie will come into office already a lame duck. Given the choice between Daggett and Corzine, I'd almost prefer seeing Corzine get re-elected, based upon already knowing what I'm in for and the outside chance that he may, as a true lame duck, put his money (and ours) where his mouth was four years ago and start coming round on some of those first term campaign promises. Corzine is also pro-choice, pro-gay marriage and in favor of using some of the stimulus money, supposedly to shore up the crumbling infrastructure in the Garden State, but he's not so enthusiastic, as least publicly, about any of those issues. He supports them, but they're on his side burner, from what I can gather. The one thing that has always mystified me about Corzine is his deep attachment to the unions in the state. He is a self made billionaire. It's not like he's looking for any returns on his favorable leaning in matters of state that involve the teacher's union, state employee's unions or the construction unions. I just don't get it. Maybe it was to get elected the first time and maybe he kept it up to get re-elected on this go around, but once he's in, what would he have to lose by throwing them under the bus and doing what should have been done years ago to cut state costs and property taxes. The school systems in the state are grossly over funded, with most of the money going to the administrative offices and union coffers, hardly any trickles down to the class rooms where it's needed. The teacher's union has a strangle hold on the school systems and the state that needs to be broken. I don't blame the majority of the teachers, most I know, actually all the teachers I know, are genuinely interested in trying to help their students understand the need for an education in this day and age and do what they can to keep the kids interested and hungry for learning, but I blame the union leadership for sucking the residents of this state dry with the ridiculous amount of money pilfer from property taxes, some of which go to fund school districts with no schools in them, who's few students are bussed to neighboring district's schools, but there are administrators who are making well over the six figure mark to over see that. The Abbott school districts need to be closed and the kids redistributed to other schools, that whole system is a cash sucking monster that has shown no positive results since it's inception. Charter schools need to be endorsed and better funded and school vouchers need to be revisited and the property tax code needs to be re-written to give at least some minor relief to people who do not have kids in any school system. I personally don't like seeing my money thrown away on failing school systems, no matter how nice their facilities are or how great their football programs are. If the majority of their students are being pushed through the system just to keep them moving and make the school district look good by padding the graduation figures, the let someone else pay for it. Gah. Jersey politics. All I can say is that Drumthwacket is probably humming this morning...
Yesterday morning I was moaning about not have the motivation to do anything and I ended up being so busy that, by the time the day was done, I'd nary the minute to blog. After that one last cup of coffee, I trekked out to the Post Office and recycling center, then hit the bank for a spot of cash and headed to the local hardware store. All I needed was one grounding clip for another electrical project I'm going to be working on. I figured I couldn't buy just one and resigned myself to having to purchase at least a blister pack with a dozen or so, but the local place only had a box of 100, with a price of almost eight dollars, which was surprising since they seem to specialize in stuff that the hard core DIY'er would be looking for, not a contractor. Doubly disappointed, for the little new-punk chick that usually works the checkout on the weekends was not in for some reason, I doubled back into town and headed to the dreaded Big Orange Box. At that hour, on a Saturday, the place is usually just playing host to the local contractors, so it's not that bad. I headed to the electrical supply area and what do I find? All they have is the same box of 100 clips, but on sale for two ninety nine. I guess is was pay over three dollars, with tax, for one stupid grounding clip and resign the other ninety nine to that strange place where things like that seem to disappear to when they end up in one of my hardware cabinets. As I was standing there trying to steel myself to this end, I notices a small plastic bag laying on the shelf, half hidden by the other bags of connectors, wire nuts and other exotic stuff electric and I grabbed it. Lo and behold, a bag of 10 grounding clips... I scooped it up, went and mooched around the lumber department for a while, pricing some stuff for some cabinets I want to make, then headed to the check out. That little bag ended up costing me over two dollars, so I still ended up paying twenty some odd cents for one clip, but at least I'll not feel quite as bad when I can't find the other nine the next time I need one, rather than lamenting the loss of ninety nine... The rest of the day consisted of sanding, priming and painting one of the window sills in the bathroom, which had suffered a bit of scratching from the window air conditioner, and, once the sill was painted, the rest of the window trim looked a bit weary, so I painted that too. Now it looks like I'll be painting all the trim in the bathroom soon... I then made a new shelf for over the coat rack in the little room under the stairs, took some photos of more stuff I'm trying to sell on Craigslist, and posted it on there; sanded some of the spackle work in the spare bedroom; took a ride over to my youngest daughter's place, hung out with her and her beau for a while, then brought back some furniture they are donating to one of our friends in need; made some dinner; baked a few dozen cookies; cleaned the kitchen; kicked back for an hour, then went to bed, by then it was after ten. Today, it's grocery shopping and yard work and NASCAR / football. The thumb gets a good workout on the remote this time of year. Gotta run, want to make it to the store by seven. Later.
I have so much to do this weekend and no desire to even attempt to look like I'm trying to accomplish anything constructive... It's going to be a drizzly day, and Mrs. SOG is going to be out most of the day and night, so it really is a good time to pick away at the little things that need to be taken care of, but I just don't feel like it. I have no idea why, I just have no motivation at all. Part of it is that I feel slighted, I admit. I mean, the damned Nobel Committee seems to be tossing medals out to anyone these days, like the throws meted out by King Bacchus at Mardi Gras. (Did Obama have to flash his boobs? Or Michelle? Maybe they gave it to him so she wouldn't). Why can't I have one? I must have accomplished something in my almost fifty six years of life that merits one of their nice shiny trinkets. Oh, well. Time to wander down the road to the post office and the recycling place and the hardware store. I've given up my usual trek to The Big Orange Box in favor of paying three times as much for things in the local hardware store again. They don't have the selection of things that I like to browse through, but they usually have what I need, they're friendly, they're helpful and they have a hot little cashier who just loves to chat about all things hardware related. (That sort of sounds a little dirty, doesn't it?). Maybe just one more cup of coffee...
Two people sent me emails today, telling that I'm blogging cranky. Am I blogging cranky? Or am I a cranky blogger. I think there's a difference, right? WTF???
that the Nobel Prize committee was nothing more that an ass-lapping extension of the milksops in that circle jerk known as the UN, but, alas, it is now confirmed... Fuck them and and that wetback Kenyan wetback squatter... maybe he'll be standing in the White House, staring in the mirror, admiring how wonderful he looks wearing that piece of tin when New York, LA or Baltimore goes up in a mushroom cloud. I guess kissing the asses of the despots and maniacs of the world passes as peace making. Any true President of the United States would turn it down until there is true peace in the world, no matter how it is attained.
1. Some new socks. Winter is coming. Protruding toes tend to get cold. 2. A week long bender. 3. A two week long bender. 4. Quiet. Real quiet. 5. A gift certificate to a hot female psychiatrist. 6. A new dado blade for my table saw. 7. A night out at a goth club. 8. A weekend hanging out with my daughters. At a goth club. 9. A three week long bender... 10. Another Jersey Bloggers meet. If I wasn't such a slug, I'd set one up myself... 11. A new career. Home Depot is starting to look good... 12. Thirty less pounds. 13. A pet crow. 14. A greener thumb. 15. _______________________. (you fill it in...)
I was involved in the dangerous pastime of thinking yesterday...
while I was finishing up the room under the stairs project, and was trying to figure out just what film would best represent Teh Nøøb in Chief. So many came to mind. "The Hustler". "The Sting" The obvious one, "The Manchurian Candidate". It was tough. He has no endearing qualities. He has accomplished nothing. He is where he is because of others, not himself. He's a simpleton. A shell. An empty suit. But the great unwashed hang on his every word, those around him wait with baited breath for his next great proclamation. The main stream media, for the most part, just love him and has proclaimed him the best thing since sliced bread... I almost gave up, but it came to me in a moment of inspiration. He is Chance the Gardener...
and a beautiful one it is. I was just outside in the back wood lot, having a stout and a smoke, basking in it's wonderful light. Soon, it will be time for raking leaves in earnest, hanging the storm windows, bringing the potted plants in and decorating the house the the Autumn holidays. I really love this time of year. Soon it will be time to make soups and stews and bake. It's dark when I wake up for work and it's starting to get dark by the time I get home. It's time to start slowing things down a bit. Only two more major projects to complete before Thanksgiving; the new living room mantle and the built in book case that will be set in the wall above it. Then all I have to do is put a coat of paint on the kitchen cabinets and wax the dining room floor, then I think I'm going to kick it back for the rest of the year. I've been busting ass all Spring and Summer, I need some down time. I have a pile of books I want to read and work on my plans for our new patio and gardens that I want to put in next year. I'm thinking about putting a grove of eight or ten birch trees in the back yard proper, with rhododendrons and mountain laurel to fill in the spaces between them, with some ferns and hostas and some sort of ground cover, and a nice stone pathway with a sheltered place to sit. Also planning on using the Eastern side yard for an intensive vegetable garden, which means a few trees need to be removed and others limbed so it gets enough light. Got to think about painting this grim old pile, too, it's been about ten years since I did it last and it looks like it. But, that's next year. I'm going to go have another smoke in the moonlight, then hit the bed, it's been a long, busy weekend. Be well, my fellow wanderers. Fare thee well.
I just finished the rest of the electrical work, ended up re-cabling half the dining room and part of the kitchen while I had the access. Hooked it all back up and now I'm ready to start re-sealing up t he room under the stairs. I decided not to go the expense beadboard paneling route right now, just some cheap paneling, which will be painted white to brighten it up a bit. I'll do the serious work next Spring when we redo the dining room. Gotta run, much to do, much to do, no time to do it. I'm beginning the feel like the White Rabbit, only instead of a pocket watch, I have a tool pouch...
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Had to stop the Big Orange Box again this moring after I did the grocery shopping, needed some box nails and walked in to encounter this...
What the fucking fuck? It's four weeks to Hallowe'en. Eight weeks till Thanksgiving. It's seventy six fucking degrees out, the fucking leaves haven't even started turning around here yet and it's MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS AT HOME DEPOT!!! Assholes. Total fucking assholes.
Time to visit the land of Nod... Finished roughing in the electric for the light and switch for the little room under the stairs, I'll tie it in tomorrow when I'm a bit more lucid. After grocery shopping in the morning, I'll be hitting the local Lowes store to find some paneling and start sealing it up again. Time to dream...
just got back from the Big Orange Box, where I picked up cheap little ceiling light for the room under the stairs, a lighted switch, some gang boxes and a TV cable plate. As long as I've got the room gutted, I'm putting in stuff I've hemmed and hawed about for years. Just finished putting the kitchen cable TV line through the ceiling and wall and now it exits in a nice wall connection, right behind the TV on the counter. No more fifteen feet of coax running along baseboard and over the counter top. After I finish this little break, I'm going to install and wire up the new light fixture and switch, then that's that for today. Tomorrow will be clean up day, then trimming and fitting a piece of OSB for the floor of the little hideaway, then I can go out and find some new paneling for the walls and ceiling. I'm looking for something cheap that looks like wainscoting or bead board, preferable white. I have enough trim left over from the bathroom remodeling project two years ago for baseboards and trim around the inside of the door. Never a moment's rest around this grim old pile. Back to work.
Well, the wiring for the living room floor radiant heating is installed, hooked up to the circuit breaker box and is currently undergoing testing to see if the floor actually gets warm, before I stuff everything into the box in the wall and seal it up. I really, really hate screwing around with electricity. You can hurt yourself pretty badly if you don't pay attention to what you're doing with working with woodworking tools, working on a roof, or doing any of the other myriad tasks the DIY homeowner undertakes, but one little stupid slip up can have the most dire consequences when you fool around with the power of Thor...
Having a healthy dose of respect and not a little fear of electricity will go a long way for you...
Ok, just was down crawling around on my hands and knees, the area of the floor over the heating pads is definitely getting warmer. You can tell the difference between the area around the perimeter of the room where the heating pads don't reach and the center of the room. No more cold toes! YAY!!!
I'm starting my weekend blogging early to avoid the rush. I'm stoked on equal portions of coffee, pumpkin ale and Percocet®, the drugs of choice these days. I'm also highly tuned into a new (to me, at least) album by one of my very favorite goth bands, "The Last Dance". I find myself particularly fond of this merry tune...
Cheery little ditty, what? Sort of goes well with an early Autumn evening and a my mildly sullen mood these days...
I tortured myself further last night by watching the NJ Gubernatorial Debate, such as it was. I find myself, once again, choosing between the lesser of evils when I walk into the voting booth next month. Corzine is a slug. Daggett is just fucking nuts. I guess I'll be holding my nose, like I did with McCain and pulling the Christie lever, only there's no Sarah Palin in the background this time. If he wins, Christie will be limping into office already a lame duck. I have no idea what he will be able to accomplish, with the opposing party in control of the state house, but at least he's not of the mind to take any of the so called stimulus money to tide this suck ass, corrupt state over. That's a fools game. Both Corzine and Daggett are pro-choice and pro same-sex marriage. Both would use stimulus money. Both have no problem with raising taxes again and Daggett, on that subject, is just out of his mind. He wants to cut real estate taxes by twenty five percent and make up the deficit by increasing the gas tax and expanding the state sales tax to include things that "only the wealthy" would purchase. What the fuck is that? And no explanation of just who "the wealthy" are. Ass wipe... The only thing that's going to get this state back on track is tar and feathering.
Oh, that "Weekend Bloggers" logo thingy up there - that's just a space holder until the Queen of the Weekend Bloggers, Dogette, whips up a real one. Hint, hint... If you don't read her blog, you should. If you do, what are you wasting your time here for?
Once again, a night of nothing accomplished. Tomorrow is the bust ass day. Gotta finish the wiring for the radiant floor heating, hook it up and see how it works. I'll take pictures of the fire...
I'm blathering. Time for a smoke and a look at the moon.
on a log. That's me tonight. I'm not doing anything of any constructive nature. I'm going to finish off that six pack of Post Road Pumpkin Ale I bought last weekend, have a well done cheeseburger, hot off the grill, sit my ass in Dame Recliner and stare at what ever Mrs. SOG deems watchable on the idiot box. I'll pick up on the electrical work I'm doing tomorrow night after work and finish it up over the weekend. Then probably put the new light in the room under the stairs, sheet rock the ceiling and walls and put the new flooring in. But not tonight. Not tonight. I'd love to be able to spout something witty, or deep, or rail on about that effete moron in the White House that some people call the President, but there's nothing there. Frankly, I'm about sick of it all, anyway. I usually start to perk up a bit this time of year, it used to mean something special to me, but not these days, for some reason. I think I'm suffering from over exposure to what passes for humanity. I think I need to go someplace dark and quiet and secret for a while and sort myself out. But right now I'm going to go eat that cheeseburger and have another ale.
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