I’ve been visited by the weird ghostly twink of misfortune.
Well, seems I just can’t win the battle for time. Old washing machine’s been dead for a tidy while so I’ve been goin to the laundraumauouaehshtIAIACTHULHUFHATAGN or however you spell the place where we collectively wash the chipotle farts from our breifs.
Wut even is tiiimeUnfortunately, the water main right in front of the blasted place burst. So here’s me facing another night of inhaling my dirty pillowcase and waking up looking like I just got back from Bonaroo. Red faced, red eyed, and dazed from the pressure in my head that makes me feel like a floating nose.
My butthurt is apocalypstic and I will drink myself quietly to sleep.
But not before I leave you with some links you may find interesting.
MMM. Just shelled out eight hundred dollars for some plumbing work and found out that there’s another significant portion of my house that’s water damaged. To those of you who have been here a while, you may recall that I recently dwelt in hotels for the span of about four months while the guest bathroom was entirely rebuilt.
This time it seems that my kitchen and perhaps my master bedroom will have to be rebuilt. The tile in the kitchen masked the problem…only tip off was the wee bit of wetness where the tile met the hallway carpet.
The former plumbers hadn’t mentioned any of this (aside general warnings about pinholes) and the fellas I had out here who are kinda a big deal in the area almost gave up the search for the leak. Apparently, my crawlspace is sheer noneucledian mysticism and full of daft HVAC ductwork.
Plumbing CIRCA 1977
Uncertain as to whether or not my insurance company will cover another large claim. But, I’m a positive Scotch infused fella and even if they don’t I’m sorta looking forward to learn how to do this shit myself.
I was raised by a senior citizen and never taught shit. So if I have to rebuild a major part of my home that gives me ample lisence to swing my dick around. I like to swing my dick around.
Pictured: Swinging Dick
Anywho, I haven’t the time or more honestly the inclination to create anything resembling worth so I leave you with links to some pretty badass articles I was going to try to fashion a ramble out of:
Computer Nerd Teaches You How To Live Brilliantly Without The Cliche Melodramas of The Absent Minded Professor
My next vlog about The New Yorker’s article regarding LTL company Taser’s transition to the weapons, data, and analytics firm Axon is currently rendering. Given the specs of my backup system this is going to take two hours…
So in the meantime I suggest you read some thought provoking columns on ‘The Street Trades’ (Police, Fire, Paramedics) by the Author, Veteran and Columnist Fred Reed.
This is not light reading and may ruin your evening. Not because Mr. Reed isn’t roguishly funny but because he is accurate when describing rather grim situations.
The Fractal Journal 