By my count I have been told five (5) separate, distinct, unique, and totally obvious lies today, each by someone who only did so to avoid a small piece of work or thought.
I am now going to force my head through a three-inch-thick plate of cast iron and it’s gonna feel gooooooooooooood.
Dunno when it will be back. Just called their support line.
The voice told me to enter my number, and I did.
The voice then asked me whether I had a lost phone, or had a phone insurance situation, or had a dead phone. I chose dead phone.
The voice then spoke to me at length about monitoring of the call for customer service, the possible necessity repeating my phone number, and the soon to be achieved help as soon as I was transferred.
Another voice then intervened and explained the hours of the service and the time zone thereof. And then it hung up.
THANKS!!!
I never used to get gloomy when the weather did, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
What a grey damp boring November we’re having here. BLUERGH.
I should probably get over my resistance and go see the doc for x-rays. I just stretched out my achy shoulder/neck/ribs on the right and my foot kicked a chair two feet.
Bodies: overrated.
“Palo Verde Nuclear Generating Station, the nation’s largest nuclear power plant, where security officials detained a contract worker with a small pipe bomb in the back of his pickup truck on 02 November 2007. The Department of Homeland Security said there was no known terrorism link to the incident at the plant west of Phoenix, Arizona. The worker, Roger William Hurd, told investigators he didn’t know how the bomb got in his truck and was released”
WAT
From a wire service photo caption. I just.
The first 30 seconds or so is the yow part. The rest is just tv.
Folks,
The Orange County Weekly has the best comment on the Mike Carona Indictment Fest, in the form of a photo: http://blogs.ocweekly.com/navelgazing/crime-sex/oc-sheriff-carona-indicted-for/
Carona probably would have got away with lots more graft, incompetence, and poorly chosen drinking buddies if he hadn’t tried to help out an old buddy with a small case of videotaped underage gang rape. People get fussy.
Their Sheriff Carona Corruption Archive and Haidl Rape Case Archive are worth a browse for fans of Chandleresque corruption.
I hope the new regime at the Weekly doesn’t muzzle or drive out Moxley. Without him there wouldn’t be investigative journalism of any use in this county.
I met with Bob at Kean today so I could order a new automatic clutch for his Whizzer. (No, really!)
The patio was packed with moms and babies because the new expensive baby food store was having a grand opening Halloween event.
“Expensive baby food store” falls short of the mark. “Pomme Bébé” looks at first to be a high-end salon, art gallery, and Apple Store in one spot. Whiteness gleams tastefully. Sheer ivory surfaces, smock-clad employees, menu of the day in the style of an ice cream store. They sell organic and otherwise perfect food for infants.
So as Bob and I ordered bike parts on the Internet and bullshitted and played with his dog Mancha, this river of super-rich mothers flowed. They were all 20 and perfect forever, and their babies were all 6 months old and perfect forever. The baby carriages themselves were worth more than my car. They stretch across the sidewalk and have racks and racks of toys clacking above their passengers. More than a few were double wides with twin skulls bobbling in them.
Mancha slumped on our feet in a heavily adoring way and we skritched him. My iced tea was good.
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