Random life stuff.
1. I signed onto Blogger just now to write this post and they have "updated" the dashboard interface and they're sure I'll "LIKE IT". Well listen up you jackasses. I DO NOT LIKE IT. I DO NOT LIKE IT WITH GREEN EGGS AND HAM. Stop screwing around with stuff.
And now back to our originally scheduled blog post:
1. If you want to really entice me, do what Jarib Kent did: Send me spam with the subject line "Carol is a Moron." I swear to God. And I'm keeping it just 'cause.
2. The Sister called today. She may have been infested with alien gay germs but at least she observed The Weekend Rule and didn't call until 12:01pm. But then the continuing saga of weird continued. Let's listen in...
Phone: BRIIIIIIIINGGG. BRIIIIIIIINGGG. BRIIIINNNNNNNGGG.
Me: dhiopwlkhjdfs.
Phone: BRRRIIIIIIINNGGGGGGGGGOIIIIIINGNNGGG.
Me: shjoasdkjgejh.
Me: (yank phone from table, flip open) Hwkoish?
Her: Hey, are you OK?
Me: Ahioe Aknodiu.
Her: Are you awake?
Me: AKHJGDOIEN!! LKSFN!!!!
Her: Sorry I woke you up.
Me:
Me:
Her: I just want to know if you want to go to Boliver with Us (she and The Girlfriend.)
Me: Boildifver??
Her: Yeah we cleaned out all the fresh and frozen meat from the fridge and we're going down there to have a big BBQ.* Ya'll should come! Pack up the Black Dog and come down.
Me: Boildifver?
Her: Are you OK?
Me:
Me:
Me: Boliver?
Me: Boliver?
Me: You're going to Boliver? In August? To set a fire?
Her: Yeah! It's not all nasty and humid today.
Me: You two are out of your fucking minds. Call me in November and invite me to go to Boliver and set a fire.
Her: Oh you mean to The Gulf of Colorado.
Me:
Me:
#2. I'm sitting in the Panera Bread on 105 in Conroe yesterday. We'll get into WHY I'm there sometime soon because this is NOT normal behavior for me. Anyway, I had brought my laptop to entertain myself while I waited for the person who was coming to meet me. I ran my email, read a couple of newspapers. Then I clicked on my link to AC here so I could go cruise some of the links I keep on the left over there.
But the Panera spam filter gave me this instead:
Pron. I'm PRON!! I feel so proud.
#3. I tried wearing real shoes last week. School is starting in about a week or so and I've been wearing slides for three months - since THE ANKLE SURGERY. (You wanna see the picture again? Yeah, I didn't think so.)
So I tried wearing some regular shoes last week because I'll need to you know - not look like it's still summer anymore - and all that. My left foot was OK (of course it had the stretchy brace on it). But my right foot? Hurt like hell. Would have gotten a blister if I hadn't gone back to my slides. Oh the irony. I've basically been barefoot since May 1 (my natural and preferred state). Now I will pay. PAY I tell you. I must return to the land of the Shod People and I'm not going to be happy about it.
#4. OK. Let's talk about BBQ. Mmmmmmm. BBQ. I've talked with ya'll before about Coopers up near Llano. Mmmmmmmmm. BBQ. So now I am going to share with you a musical review of BBQ. Mmmmmmm. BBQ. Pay attention and you'll learn something.
BBQ is MEAT.
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*See attached video about BBQ.Labels: Blogger, miata, personal urban drama, texas |
That makes less sense at 4 AM than it did at midnight.