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I’m not as good as Chad is with this political stuff but I’ve never seen anyone so utterly clueless shooting their mouth off on the campaign trail. The first thing that struck me is that he told Puerto Rico that the only way they could become a state is if they spoke English, “in accordance with federal law.” You’d think someone running for the highest executive office would have more of a clue that there are no federal laws establishing an official language in the United States. Also, he called Puerto Rico a “bilingual country.” Puerto Rico is not a country (any more). It’s a U.S. unincorporated territory.
The second thing was that he told a nice and completely made-up tale about involuntary euthanasia in the Netherlands. When asked about it, one of his spokepersons said that “he was speaking from his heart.” To me it sounds more like he’s talking out his ass.
Ok, first things first, on September 30th a water valve popped. Literally, it split in 2. It beats me how, since the thing is rated for 400 PSI and city water is at a pressure of between 40-74 PSI. So, yeah, we finally had an adjuster out here on Monday, and he basically took pictures and declared everything to be ok. Even proving it with a handy dandy moisture probe that he stuck into a rug that was allowed to dry for 3 and a half weeks in a wide open area. At 32% humidity. Of course the damned thing would show that it was dry!
So, I’m apparently an alcoholic. At least according to an amalgam of sources including the Mayo Clinic.
I seriously hate this phone. I’ve had 2 of them, and they’ve both had the exact same problems. I think some of you may remember the fact that the color is supposed to be on the front cover. Yeah, that didn’t work on the 1st one, and the 2nd one it died some months back. That I can live with, but it’d be nice to have it do its pulsating light when I have a voicemail or text. So, the other day I was texting and it did yet another thing it’s known for; it lost the damned signal and couldn’t communicate with the tower again. Normally I can set it to airplane mode then back to normal and it’ll work again. No, if it fails sending a text it’ll still try to send the fucking thing and won’t turn off the radio. And obviously if doesn’t tell me if it has a signal until I try to send the damned text. So this involves a turning off the phone, turning it back on, waiting, and sending out duplicate texts for some reason. Now, this is almost kind of maybe liveable, as in if I didn’t want to fucking use my goddamned phone as a fucking phone! But wait! That’s not all! Get a Nokia today and you’ll get a phone that randomly deletes/hides text messages! Until you rip the battery out, put it back in, count down the 2 minutes before you can use the phone again, vividly recalling that you just did this 20 minutes ago. Lastly, if you decide to put a MicroSD card in to make a back-up, it’ll try to make a backup of the shit on the card! WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT THAT?! If you do it on a computer, it’ll make a backup of the phone and card, in its entirety. If you put an 8 GB card in, guess what, your backup is 8GB 75MB.
Seriously Nokia, how fucking hard is it to make a phone that does these things without a fucking spectacle? They’ve been making phones for years and years, I would expect that they could figure out how to get the damned radio to work with their shitty software. Which, by the way, is a scaled down version of other shit they use. Wow, I can see why Nokia is sucking a big fail cock. Next month I’ll be so fucking glad when I can get a new phone and shoot the hell out of this one. Or maybe run it over, or continually toss it into the ground. Whatever, as long as it’s not around anymore and it relieves some of my frustration with Nokia. And I would never buy another phone from them ever again. My next one is going to be another HTC, maybe a Motorola, or it may entirely be possible that it’ll be an Apple. Just as long as it’s not a Nokia piece of shit.
I went to State Fair just to hang out and look at neat stuff. I saw a jewelry booth that had a nice selection of Masonic rings. I was in the market for a new one since my first ring got lost at work. I saw two nice ones – one for $89 and one for $198. Naturally I went for the $89. The clerk offered me half-price on the $198 ring so I took that one instead.
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1) If I go to a doctor about pain that I’m reasonably sure is coming from a sinus infection, it’s most likely coming from a sinus infection. If I have a history of sinus infections, and a week ago I came from a dentist who gave my mouth a clean bill of health, it’s not a fucking abscess. If I have to pop Percocets like they’re candy to bring the pain down to a tolerable level, maybe, just maybe, you should possibly fucking entertain the idea that I have a damned sinus infection. No, now I have to take 3 different meds, and the antibiotics seem to barely be working now; 2000 mg of penicillin v potassium a day and it’s barely making an impact. No, I have to take narcotics to kill the pain, penicillin VK to try to kill the bacteria, and senna to kill the constipation effects of opioids. Which, let me tell you, leads to my functions running the gamut during a day. Feeling like I could shit a brick, to having green penicillin-y smelling piss and running to the bathroom every 15 minutes. All because when I told them I had this problem before and antibiotics fixed it they didn’t believe me.
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3) Who the fuck buys a dog from eBay? Better question, who the fuck buys a dog in Alaska, from eBay, and pays less than it would cost to put the dog on a plane and think that this entire thing is not a scam? My cousin, that’s who. Seriously, when it would cost you $250 to ship a puppy to here, another $50 for the kennel, and another $50 for vet visits for papers saying it’s okay to ship the dog, why do you think that they’ll sell the dog for less than that?
My gramps is finally seeing a lawyer, who somehow managed to talk my gramps into finally getting a will drawn up. My gramps had previously decided, on the advice of his financial adviser, that he didn’t need a will because he could just get my uncle to sign something saying that he’d distribute the funds as my gramps told him now. Now, basic contract law states that 1) the parties involved need be around, i.e., if one party dies the contract becomes nullified, and, 2) you can’t enter into a contract without getting something out of it, so my uncle can’t say he’ll give the money away and not get anything from it. Further, my aunt and uncle had their house foreclosure auction 3/28 and it’s going to be confirmed by a judge on 7/11. Is it really a good idea to put stuff in his name? They’re within the 7 year bankruptcy limit until October, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they’ll file for it then too. Again, is it really a good idea to transfer assets? My mom and I have been telling gramps this stuff for about a year now, and now that he hears it from the lawyer he’s going through with it. It’s going to be an interesting summer. And, insofar as I know, the farm and cottage are going to my mom, and she’s also going to be the executor of his estate.
Which leads to my other point. Some time ago I was kvetching about someone upnorth lying to gramps, and so forth and so on. Well, as I found out yesterday, he’s throwing a hissy fit because someone kicked him off of someone else’s hunting stand. Brian (Bob’s son) kicked Danny (kvetching bastard’s [a.k.a. John] son) out of a hunting stand that Mikey (John & Bob’s brother) built and gave to my uncle, and it’s on the farm. The farm that, last time I checked, is still private property that belongs to my gramps. How the fuck can you bitch about someone kicking someone out of something that’s not yours, and when it’s happening on land that’s not fucking yours?! That seriously pisses me off. It’s not your thing, on your land, and you weren’t given permission to use it, and yet you get pissy when someone kicks your ass off of it. What a fucking crybaby.
… Am I so thoroughly out of touch with reality? Well, I am but…
Okay, so I was talking on IRC. And we were covering dating and such and someone asked me out. I said, “Well, are you a guy or a girl?” And the response was “Excuse me? Why does that matter?” I said “I don’t date guys.” The person said, “Well that’s just a bit sexist! You should love people for who they are, not their gender!” I was like “…wha? I’m straight and male, I. don’t. date. guys!” The other person said, “You seem almost proud of your sexist attitudes. You really need to work on that before you even think about dating someone.”
Am I THAT out of touch? I really hope this person was trolling because where I come from, having a sexual orientation is NOT sexist! I’m not pansexual. And I’m sorry but it really does matter to me what sort of genitals you have. If that’s sexist, then sign me up for some old-fashioned bigotry ’cause I ain’t budging on that.
So, the other day I was at the mafia guy’s funeral and it was looking like my stay was going to be cut short. My cousin needed a ride to work, which I have no problem with giving her one. My aunt, though, was home. With a perfectly working van. I decided to see if she actually has a license or not, and as it turns out, it’s expired. Now, this is all fine and dandy except for the fact that my uncle is “borrowing” my gramp’s truck.
Anyways, it gets worse. I was mentioning this to someone and they called mistook the names; my cousin also had an expired license. And she was driving around for the past couple months. Oh, and neither her SUV nor my aunt and uncle’s van had insurance. Now, to realize the gravity here, my aunt and cousin can rarely go a couple months without an accident.
They’re playing with a loaded gun there.