It’s back. It’s really back. Behold:
See it? Look harder…
Four people, looked like a family, in what appeared to be an electric car (I may be wrong) All wearing masks. Good lord it’s back. The crazies have masked up. I see them all over now. And one of the ushers epitomized how they go about wearing them. Got gaps here and there, then pulls the thing down to talk to someone.
Here’s a pro tip – Once you’ve pulled it down, you just obviated the point of wearing the mask. Duh. Aesop’s been crowing about this all week. Keep in mind, when he’s talking about it working to prevent an infected you from infecting others, he means if you are wearing it properly. Not like a talisman to keep the coof away.
A Tesla owner fesses up. I have direct experience with this. I met a dude a year or two ago that was a proud model 3 owner, and gave as good as he got when I told him he was crazy. They’re great cars, after all. Well, he got a new one. And the new one has a litany of things wrong with it. He actually apologized for breaking my balls over the thing and said I was probably right. FWIW, I’ve seen a few Model Xs, and I found the build quality far below the average KIA. And that’s not really fair to KIA. They are fine cars for the price.
Back in ’74, my dad bought a brand new chebbie impala. He bought the Impala Custom, because when we looked at the 4 door, the window handle fell off. One the way home, he fiddled with the radio and the knob came off in his hands. Back we went. The car was a lemon. Worse thing I remember is it never would keep an alignment, and ate front tires. It spent a ton of time in the shop. My point here is my mom wore out the service manager and threatened to drive the thing through the showroom window for less bullshit than my Tesla buddy has endured.
I won’t go into the massive inventory of EVs on car dealers lots, or the funny stories of true believers trying to make a point about how great EVs are, and finding out they arrive with a serious amount of inconvenience and cost.
BTW, worse than EVs are what the yuppie millennials are doing in my neck of the woods. They are buying electric golf carts, and using them to drive on the roads, kids hanging on for dear life. Worse yet, they let their dumb kids drive them. I don’t want to be Sgt. Killjoy here, but there’s a reason cars and motorcycles have to have insurance.
I was trying to get a word doc done, for work, and went to save it. Gottdam I’m sick of MS Word, and MS in general, deciding where I need to put my shit. And of course, it wants it in their cloud folder, something I never use. What’s wrong with a the standard file explorer ‘where dyer wanna save this’ window? Three clicks to get it to change the target. Fuck me.
Some democrat woman is being criticized for being an internet ho. Behold:
Those meanie republicans are ganging up on her! Pro tip sweetie, interwebs are forever. And by the way, if you’re gonna talk about this vidya, cough up a link. I wanna see. Uh…for research purposes don’t you know.
On a serious note, did she ever think of her kids? The kids in school will find it, for sure.
So, I’m sitting here with a fire in my guts. Why? My neurologist suggested I take Alpha Lipoic acid supplements. Sure me a type that won’t hurt my guts.
Sure.
This sort of thing is how I met my gut doctor in the first place. My GP said it would be a good idea to take aspirin once a day. I told him that would light up my guts, and he said the low dose, enteric kind should be ok. It’s not. And neither is this. It’ll be a week before this clears up. Luckily I have that magic antacid+lanacane.
I’ve been scrupulous about cleaning around here, usually mopping or wet swiffering the floors each week, usually where the dogs roam. Last week, I started seeing ants in the dining room and a few in the kitchen. Acrobat ants, or carpenter ants. WTF. I looked all around and couldn’t see a path where they were entering. I kilt them all, mopped with Clorox Cleanup, and they seemed to disappear.
Well, I found where they came from. Walmart.
I had a pack of moving boxes delivered from them, and brought it into the dining room and left it up against the wall. I unboxed it today to take the box to the recycle center along with the carload of cardboard I accumulated. Damn ants were in the box.
Box gone, no ants. Sonofabitch. That box didn’t stay on my porch for more than a few minutes. No way they are from here.
70s too. That could be any of my or my siblings birfdays.
Speaking of Walmart:
I’m getting to an age where those don’t seem to be a bad idea, especially for working on the car. But I know where that leads. Soon, I’ll be waddling around with them on and nothing else.
I’ll wait until mine are issued, I think.
I’d love to do this for Halloween. But that ball would be stolen right off my porch for reasons.
Yeah. Starting again.
Dogs. We don’t deserve them. Speaking of which, this is what I see when I come back from biking or running, and I enter the back gate:
Dude waits and holds vigil. Every time.
Have a good weekend.
Inspected By Pat 