Yall - I have never been this excited for the possibility of having a Spectrum bill.
They are burying cables as we speak.
They are burying cables as we speak.
But...but...but...all the UnderDeckNestCam feeds! You have your adoring public to consider!we don't really need gig service up there
I bet those were interesting pics.No phoebes or really any interesting nesting birds at our NH place. But we have lots of roaming wild turkeys, deer and black bears. One of da bearss ate my trail cam up there and I've been a bit reticent to replace it...
I'm 354 days from retiring and they know better than to try and engage me with the HR mind futz right now. They don't really want to know what you think, they just want to feel superior by making judgements about how you express it. The emperor is butt arse naked. There. I said it. Anything else you wanna know? I don't dislike my job, as such. I dislike the entire concept of trading my life for groceries. Time to escape the BS. Grow the mane. Listen to Jimmy Buffet on a catamaran. Play swing-the-ring under palm trees. Maybe get that spider tattoo I always wanted on my neck. Pay my tab with Soggy Dollars. I told the wife I was going to get an Airstream trailer at the beach and rent SeaDoos for cash only. Write a novel. Maybe order me a youthful companion off the internet. She got a big laugh out of that last one. Whatever. Screw everybody.So this morning I finally finished the Individual Development Plan for work that was assigned about a month ago, and I was supposed to have finished by Friday. I HATE these things; I'm not good at them, and I really think they are pointless. Might be useful for some people but I just can't see the use of them; especially when they ask where you see yourself in 3-5 years. Working, preferably; a big lottery winner, even more preferably. When they got assigned we were actually told to use chatgpt to write them, so we would 'impress' the higher ups with our insights. To me that's like your high school English teacher handing you a copy of Shakespeare and telling you to copy it word for word, and pretend you authored it. Yes I know it can be useful, but it seems very wrong. One of my coworkers has spent two weeks on hers, and it's looooooong. Mine is just one thing, very short and to the point. My direct manager is going to shoot it back to me and tell me to elaborate on it, and I'm just stubborn enough to say no; I wrote what I thought I needed to. I'm about eight years from retirement (read: find a job where senior citizens can still make money) and I have no aspirations to management or anything more than what I already do, and have done quite well for about 17 years now. End of rant.
In that case, Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.
Brilliant.In that case, Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.
Oh, that sounds like very unusual behaviour for a husband.letting me know that there will be about 400 socks in the dryer for about 3 days until he gets around to taking them out.
Ok, yeah, but who among us have not fried a digit on the unrelenting hell stick, while trying to hold 3 LED leads and a couple TO5 leads together with the other hand?One of my favorite insults for less than intelligent people is: "They don't know which end of a soldering iron to hold."
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I had to reread that. I thought you said "while driving".Ok, yeah, but who among us have not fried a digit on the unrelenting hell stick, while trying to hold 3 LED leads and a couple TO5 leads together with the other hand?
While drinking.
Doing laundry? Or 400 socks? He won't let me do his laundry due to my penchant (lovely word) for throwing everything into one load and let er rip. Which has given me some tshirts (that maybe I wanted to steal in the first place, snork) that were rendered too small for him. Also, bonus, I don't have to do his laundry. As to socks, he changes them at least two times a day, sometimes four on a weekend day when he's bowling. At any given time I can enter any room in my house and find at least 4 socks. Mostly under the couch in the living room. Last time I counted 14. I love him dearly but he's weird.Oh, that sounds like very unusual behaviour for a husband.
My wife and I used to argue occasionally about chores around the house. Her way of divvying the work was to list everything she did anyway as her burden and the rest was mine. And then proceed to be perpetually dissatisfied with me until I got it all done. So I finally had enough of the griping and told her we needed to renegotiate the distribution of labor in a democratic manner instead of by decree. During the "discussion" that followed, she brought up the fact that she did all the laundry as a kind of checkmate move. So I said, "stop with the laundry thing. I don't do laundry because you don't like the way I do it. It's not that hard to do". So... now we have his and hers laundry rooms and guess who gets to do his own laundry ever since.Doing laundry? Or 400 socks? He won't let me do his laundry due to my penchant (lovely word) for throwing everything into one load and let er rip. Which has given me some tshirts (that maybe I wanted to steal in the first place, snork) that were rendered too small for him. Also, bonus, I don't have to do his laundry. As to socks, he changes them at least two times a day, sometimes four on a weekend day when he's bowling. At any given time I can enter any room in my house and find at least 4 socks. Mostly under the couch in the living room. Last time I counted 14. I love him dearly but he's weird.
Well at least we won't make the same mistake twice!
having arthritis issues, it's easier to play the keyboard, so I'm learning piano.
& drums on keyboards