And yet another tiring day. More nightmares last night. But. I finally got my CPAP fixed... well, I got a new one, they sent the old one in to be fixed, so I'll eventually get it back.
So while I was out I stopped by the new Home Depot and picked up some weed-B-gone and some more mud for the kitchen. I got a five-gallon bucket this time... tired of running out in the middle of something.
It was a bright sunshiny day. I thought that I'd better check the weather when I got home before I got too far into the project of spraying the lawn. Sure enough, we had a 30% chance of rain, and yep, the clouds were moving in. So I decided to wait until tomorrow.
So it clouded up and got gloomy. And I started feeling crummy... that headache and tummy upset that I've been getting a lot of lately. But... it never has rained, dammit.
Other news... I'm at #28 on the alt2600warez list now. Whoop-de-do! I've got about another two weeks before I can catch the 27 and 26 guys - they're running neck-and-neck.
So, anyway, this afternoon and evening I've been involved in a discussion that is really close to a flame war. It started off as a discussion about a girl who's anorexic and kinda promoting the skinny idea in general... I dunno, I haven't visited her site, and I probably won't. But several people started with, " We've got to do something!" and it evolved into a freedom of speech deal, so I jumped right in.
I have been getting to be more of a troublemaker that way lately. Usually, I lurk on lists, and I like that just fine. I've stayed out of some religion discussions lately... that took a good deal of willpower.
And it still ain't over yet... and probably never will be.
Napster... I just love it. Twice today I've run across people who have, like, T3 connections, and who had a bunch of songs that I wanted! That is a sweet, sweet feeling... DLing 10 songs at a time, 15-20 KPS.
Beat me daddy, eight to the bar! Bing Crosby, Swing on a star...when Irish Eyes are Smiling! Mr. Sandman, Bring me a Dream... I could go on and on. But I won't.
The elusive Ape Call by Nervous Norvus... I almost had it the other day, but couldn't get it... again, dammit! It's become an obsession, I'm afraid. My white whale. But it won't get *MY* leg, dammit.
Two guys in a bar. Old sailor, young sailor. Old sailor had a peg leg, a hook on his right arm and a patch over his eye.
Young sailor says, "How'd you lose that leg, old-timer?" very respectfully.
"Ah!"says the old sailor, "Shark. Shark bit it off."
They had a few more drinks. Young sailor says, "How'd you lose that arm, old-timer?"
"Ah!" the old sailor says again, "That was a shark again. Shark bit it off, it was a bloody mess!"
Another coupla drinks went down. Young sailor says, "So, how'd you lose that eye, old-timer?"
"Ah!" says the old sailor, "That was a damned seagull. It was a bloody mess, it was."
Taken aback, the young sailor says, "Elucidate, please!" (Well, not really... he said "Huh?")
"Yep, seagull shit in my eye." said the old sailor.
"Huh?" says the young sailor, "How could having a seagull shit in your eye put it out?"
"Ah!" says the old sailor, "That was the day after I got my hook..."
Getting tard, I think that I'll wrap this up and get to bed. Or go do some more arguing...