I probably shouldn't brag, but I am, after all, a F&#*$&# genius. I am referring to my prowess as a fly-killer, of course. I use a simple 1"X15" piece of latex rubber, commonly known as a tourniquet. Or turniket. Whatever. Damn the French, anyway, and their silly F&#*$&# spelling. So, people in general think that I'm a really good fly-killer, cause I can hit a fly with this rubber band. "Rubber band" is not in any way associated with the french, by the way. I am going to tell you a secret. Just between the two of us. Well, Us and the whole world... is the world would care to know, which it doesn't. The secret: if the end of the rubber band is somewhere in the near vicinity of the fly, the vacuum created by the end of the, well, let's call it a rubber band, reversing direction, will suck the fly toward your hand (the one holding the rubber band) at a fairly high rate of speed. And it will, most likely, tear his (or her) little fly wings off. This effectively takes them out of the fly gene pool, preventing giant genius flys from taking over the universe. I'm talking about flying flys, of course. Sitting flies are, uh, like sitting ducks. Ofttimes, there is blood on the rubber band when a sitting fly is the target. Occasionally, a flying fly will get splattered by the rubber band itself and not just the wind, as it were. Regardless, one should wear protective eye ware and keep one's mouth shut when stalking flies. So, OK, back to the real world. Again, I awoke early, unable to breathe. Same old same old, dammit. Work: workworkworkworkwork. Runrunrunrunrun. Man, I love my job, I really do. Funfunfunfunfun! I got off more or less on time, and got home to find 3/4 of the grandkids there. I had Karen wrap up Patrick's mouse and we gave it to him, and then I had him lug his and Lacee's computers out to the truck and we took them over and set them up. We're gonna set Kim up with a wireless network, I think that I talked her into it... I really didn't want to run cables in her old rented house.... The kids were quite happy, of course. Kim is gonna get cable internet and I'll get it all set up this weekend probably. Everyone was going out for Patrick's birthday dinner, but I'd really had enough of kids and hecticity by then, so I declined, though I was invited.... The older I get, the less able I am to put up with such activity... I just get stressed out and I can't think... and not thinking, to me, is pretty horrible. I like to socialize with maybe a couple-three people at a time, y'know? Additionally, I'm kinda pissed at 2/3rds of Karen's kids right I got to talk with JD for a while tonight, and sweet li'l' Annette... Annette thought that I was Mike (who I've never talked about here before) calling from JD's dad's house. I got a kick out of that, telling her that I forgive her everything, including being short, which is really a big, big deal, considering how short she is. And the fact that she doesn't update=te her blog very often... Anyhoo... the next time that they have a hurricane, I'm going to go visit. I just missed two hurricanes in Georgia when I was in the US Army, and I was really disappointed. I really want to see one before I die.... And JD said that his blood-lust was left in the dirt to die with this one, but that there were really two people that died from trees falling on them. Well, all he has to do is watch the news... the old guy in California killed eight people, put another forty in the hospital, 20 of them in critical condition. Like, who need bombs or planes? All you need to do is convince a 94-year-old guy that he needs to take some people with his car out before he goes, heh. Terrorists are so silly, heh. So. Did I mention that I was tard?
now. And definitely don't feel like being nice, that would be *way* too much stress for me to bear.