December 12th, 2018

#6443: Blogging while at work!

Today's calls seem to be taking longer to resolve than normal. I don't know why that is.

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The bathroom wall looks great with the primer on it. To my surprise, the long seam between sheets of drywall came out very, very nice indeed. The rough part is the inside corners; they're...rough. They need more work.

There are some voids and such that came from me being less than professional-grade at this, but overall the spackling I'll have to do looks fairly minimal, so I'm calling this one a "big win".

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Couldn't agree more. With the commentary, not the linked article.
I gotta grumble a little here: this list is a bit heavy on the more modern stuff to suit me. Sorry, but I do NOT want to hear John Cougar Mellonhead groaning about working-class Christmas in Indiana. Nor am I interested in having Springsteen bellow at me about how Santa Claus is coming to New Jersey. When it comes to Christmas music, I want Mel Torme. I want Nat King Cole. I want Sinatra and Dino. I want Der Bingle. God help me, I want Andy Williams.

I sure don't want Mariah Carey, Celine Dion, or Peabo Bryson doing that warbling-wandering contemporary-R&B singer thing of meandering all over the scale in contempt of the actual damned melody, trying to "make it their own," along the lines of those gut-curdling sportsball Star Spangled Banner butcherings we're all way too familiar with by now. JUST SING THE DAMNED SONG ALREADY, DAMMIT. It ain't "your own," and it ain’t ever gonna be. Christmas music belongs to everyone, and if you can’t just leave a beloved traditional Christmas classic alone and sing it more or less straight, then write one of your own and sing it any damned way you like.
Exactly. Exactly.

It's why I don't listen to the local stations which play Christmas music at this time of year; they play something classic and decent and then the next five songs are R&B ululation-a-thons, one of the "craptastic four", or some modern thing that ain't Christmas music.

The "craptastic four" are, in no particular order, John Lennon's "So Now It's Christmas", Paul McCarthy's "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas", Mariah Carey's "All I Want for CHristmas is You", and WHAM!s "Last Christmas".

There are others, but those four I simply hate HATE HATE.

...and I don't want any of the songs on the list in the linked article, either. Give me the classics.

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Why is Michael Bloomberg not being denounced as a hard-core racist? Disarming "minorities" was the entire reason for the formation of the KKK, for crying out loud. Barring blacks from owning guns was part and parcel of Jim Crow. Now Michael Bloomberg is saying he wants to take guns away from "minorities" because that way they'll be safer, which is some of the most bigoted, paternalistic garbage I've heard in a very long time.

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$50,000? You lunatics are high! You are not American citizens and you're not even in America, so you can take your "list of demands", fold it until it's all corners, and shove it up your rectal orofice just as far as you can.

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Another example of how lucky I am:

Today I decided I'd go out to get some bread before work started. Got into the Jeep, and it was cranking slowly. Put it on the charger and let it trickle-charge all day. (Used Mrs. Fungus' car to get the bread.)

Went out about 4:45pm and tried to start it, and it cranked faster but still wouldn't kick over. It simply will not start.

...and it started doing this after I moved to "work at home", not before.

I don't know what's wrong with it, and probably won't know before this weekend at the earliest, but that's okay because I don't need to drive to work.

Current suspect is, of course, the coil bar, because it had that "missing" problem; but we'll see. Just, I can't go anywhere until my wife comes home, I guess.

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Just a little while to go, and then I can take off my work clothes and relax, with the knowledge that I have again put in a full day's work for a full day's wage, the way it ought to be.