A few nights ago, we made a trip to Lowes. Or maybe it was Home Depot. It’s all a blur. We went to purchase a new lawnmower. Its predecessor had a broken axle and had to be put down. I wanted to shoot it, but apparently, that sort of thing is frowned upon in our community. I even called the police to confirm. They confirmed. Then they asked me a lot of questions. Finally, I asked them if the axle breaking could have been the result of foul play. They suggested I watch too many cop shows and referred me to a therapist.
Microsoft Office is updating on my computer right now. The dialogue screen says the time remaining is about a minute. It has said that for about 10 minutes now. So, I thought I would write an update on updates. It seems to be the theme today. My OS has needed an updated for a couple of weeks, so I updated it this morning. Then WordPress website told me my plugins needed security updates. Hackers are ever vigilant in their pursuit of my plugins.
I had to take my son’s car into the shop this morning because the system that is supposed to keep oil inside the vehicle’s engine needed an update. No matter how much foul language and cross-eyed threats I threw its way, it still refused to keep its oil to itself. So it’s being updated.
Now iTunes needs an update. iTunes is constantly updating in an effort to “enhance” my listening experience. Yet, they still can’t seem to find the artwork to half my Bodeans albums and they keep trying to sell me music by artists I don’t like. In all the time I’ve had iTunes, I’ve never purchased any Rap or Country music. Ever. For all iTunes’ updates, they still haven’t figured that out.
Our country is in the process of updating its President. Unfortunately, the two main parties have decided that Clinton 2.0 and Trump 1.WTF are the options we are going to have to choose from. Thank God we have Gary Johnson, the Linux of the Presidential candidates. And for once, political Linux is looking pretty damn good to a lot of people.
Now, my email spam folder is filled with all kinds of offers to update things. Just a quick scan of the subject lines tells my I can have my education updated (Get a 1 Year MBA!), my breasts can be updated (Find Breast Augmentation Here!) or my mortgage can be updated (7 New Reverse Mortgage Options!).
On second thought, I think that’s enough updating for one day.
Carry on, Citizens!
Americans are fighting with each other again. This time, it’s over bathrooms. Some people want transgender persons to use any bathroom they want. Some people want them to go to the bathroom that matches their current set of tools.
I say, keep everyone out of the bathroom. Gay, straight, transgender, hockey fans, and people who watch The View. All of them out. I don’t want to go to the bathroom with anybody. America needs single serve bathrooms. I base this on years of going to the bathroom and being disturbed by the following:
Okay, I’m done with Christmas shopping. I don’t mean I’m done, there are some of you on the Nice list for whom I have yet to purchase something you can unwrap and subsequently hide in a closet. I’m just done going to stores. I’m officially moving 100% of this operation online. I do most of it that way anyway, but my few ventures out have been filled with uncomfortable encounters with that horde of miscreants know as the general public.
There are too many of them out there and they are all up in my business. Now, when I say up in my business, I really mean UP IN MY BUSINESS. Last night a 10-year-old girl nearly rammed a box up my arse as I waited in line in Target to pay for things that quite frankly some of you don’t deserve. She was talking with her dad and not paying attention and was carrying it in front of her. The box corner was at the right (or wrong from my viewpoint) height for it to hit my right between the cheeks. Her father was oblivious.
Today, as we checked out at Dick’s, a lady started reaching around me to pile stuff on the counter. We had just started to check out ourselves. My wife laughed when I told her that if I had been in this woman’s personal space as much she was in mine, I would have been accused of sexual harassment.
But what I’ve experienced is nothing. Go to YouTube and search Black Friday fights. My favorite is the woman who refuses to loosen her death grip on the flat screen TV while she is being cuffed by the police!
So, I’m proposing a new way to do Christmas. Let’s eliminate shopping altogether. Let’s all send our Christmas lists to I don’t know… some arbiter of good and bad that can doll out our gifts based on merit. An organization that owns a global distribution network like Amazon that could process those gifts, wrap them, deliver them via reindeer looking drones. Maybe this company can select a mascot to head the marketing of such an effort. Someone fat and jolly owns a lot of red. A wise looking man with a silver beard?
I’m a fat man, but not jolly. That leaves me out. Besides, I can’t grow a decent looking beard. But maybe Jeff Bezos can play Santa Clause and save all of us the indignity of being probed in the Target checkout line.
Carry on, Citizens!