I don't know why the hell I can't get it through my head that if I have such a great frickin' idea I should write it down immediately, because my track record for remembering hypnogogic* inspirations is approximately as good as everyone else's is.
Dang it.
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Anyway, the new steering damper in the Jeep has completely changed how it feels. It feels like an entirely different truck now.
...it also points up the fact that the thing needs new shock absorbers, because now I can feel how loose the original ones are. *sigh* That's how it is with used vehicles, though.
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Mom is watching the news, and the news media is practically shitting itself over Sarah Palin's comments about Barak Hussein Obama associating with a known domestic terrorist, Bill Ayers, who is a terrorist.
Apparently the people of America will be unhappy with Sarah Palin for using "personal attacks".
Ah, I see. Telling people that the Democrat candidate for President, Barak Hussein Obama, is friends with Bill Ayers, an avowed domestic terrorist who has never served a jail sentence for his crimes, that's a "personal attack". The batshit insane charges that Trig Palin was the son of Sarah Palin's daughter and husband, that wasn't a "personal attack". The astroturf video about Sarah Palin's connections to white supremecist groups--also fatuous--that wasn't a "personal attack", either. The "US Weekly" cover with Sarah Palin and her baby with the big scare text "BABIES, LIES, AND SCANDAL" wasn't a "personal attack", and it's only the fact that I'm a Rethugnican nazi who voted for Chimpy McBushitlerhalliburtonCheneyevilbastardM
But mentioning a proven and documented fact that Barak Hussein Obama associates with a confessed serial domestic terrorist, Bill Ayers, that is a "personal attack".
I do believe I understand. Or I could, rather, if I were an unremediated shithead.
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Last night I bought a new comforter for my bed. The old one is good but I can't wash it because the seams are coming apart. (WTF, it's only 6 years old!) I can't wash it until I get the seams fixed, and I can't do that until and unless I get access to a sewing machine.
So as I was doing my thing at work last night I noticed that some of the remaining "back to school" domestics had gone 50% on clearance, and one comforter was a nice light blue color. For $15, I couldn't pass that up; and so now I have a new comforter.
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When I was in the electronics stockroom, on Friday night, I saw that there are Asus eeePC's in there. I have no idea what the hell that means. Since we recently started to sell Sony Ebook readers, though, it seems possible that we may start to sell the eee. I don't know WTF is going on, and I've heard nothing; for all I know there may be some pilot program going on where team members use eee's for something-or-other and they're just storing the things in the secure stockroom to keep them from growing legs until they can be assigned or something. I don't know. All I do know is that I saw them sitting on a located shelf, which indicates to me that they may be salable merchandise.
I probably shouldn't mention all this, but if our competitors don't already know what we're doing by the time the merchandise is in the stockrooms, they're too stupid to know what to do with the information anyway.
But there isn't anything on the sales floor yet, either. Still, they are in the process of resetting MMB/Electronics right now, so perhaps that will change.
If it's so, then it's pretty exciting, and I look forward to seeing the thing up-close-and-personal.
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I don't believe what the hell I'm hearing from the TV in the family room. There's a political report on the local news and it--so far--sounds reasonably balanced. It's not even Fox news. WTF.
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The "angel with trumpet" lawn ornament has been correctly assembled this time. The angel is no longer supporting the trumpet with just its lips.
+1 for someone actually looking at the picture on the box while putting up the display. -1 for ruining the tradition.
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*="Hypnogogic": occurring during the earliest stages of sleep, as when one is beginning to fall asleep.