"At least I have chicken." Yeah, that's good. I like that.
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Apparently it's not just me that gets robocalls from telemarketers who spoof the Caller ID system.
Illegally, since I'm on the "do not call" list.
...and of course the FTC is basically ignoring the problem. Why should they bother? It's not their phones which ring 3-4-5-6 times per day with bullshit.
So what do I do? I let the phone ring until the CallerID display shows who's calling. If it's not someone I know, it goes to the answering machine and--like as not--dumps to a dial tone.
I hate these guys more than I hate spammers.
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I spent nine hours at Og's cave yesterday. He was having a New Year's shindig (a day early) and provided some pretty good eats. I would have brought apple crisp with me if I'd thought of it, but that probably would have gotten me hated anyway since he's trying to limit his sugar intake.
...I didn't realize it was nine hours until I got home and did the math. (Actually I'd been out of the house for nine hours, but WTF.) While there, though, it came to me that I hadn't been over there since September 11 when I picked up the motorcycle.
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So here we are, as in olden days, happy golden days of yore: a bit less than seven hours remain in this crappy year. Sailor V might come by before 2012 arrives, depending on his spootinous gut, and in theory we're supposed to be grabbing a pizza or two.
Last year he didn't get here until 9 PM. We'll see how we do this year. Heh. What I'm not going to do is go to KFC and buy Entirely Too Much Food as I did last year.
...but I need something to eat right now. Good thing I've got ham and cheese and bread, I guess. *sigh*