That was 3 million years of evolution pissed down the drain.

 

Something Cute Department

 I wanted something innocent, cute. Tired of the drama, the crap and baleful ignorance and apathy of some people in medical, business, law.  It has to stop or we are gonna tear ourselves apart. If you have ever owned a Chihuahua you know this very well. You don't need to waste electricity on a doorbell. They have a genetic desire to protect you and warn you and do it well. I have a large (10#), 13 year old Chi female named Guido, yes it is a male name, deal with it. An ex wife gifted so to speak hers and I have had her now for eight years and won't part from her and will get another female when her time is nigh. No, this is not her, just a meme.

The second picture is her, Guido. By my desk and holds court there.

Fuck Call Holding

 What I feel like today, acquiring a scooter and heading to the bar. Fuck has it been a day, not as frustrating as Phil's, nobody deserves to be put in phone hold hell. At the end of our revolution we are going to outlaw call holding and mandate cute, young phone receptionist to first handle the call then transfer us to an older person with patience and a skill set applicable to what we need and/or order, not some dumb fuck kid still plucking snot and ear wax and making an Hors d'oeuvre out of it.  

Does anybody know where I get a  cheap scooter?

Row Faster You Little Bastards!

 For Pete's sake.

I ordered this kit from Horror Freight clear back in mid October and promptly forgot about it.

It's some Rinky Dink 30 piece tool kit for the Mini Lathe.

Absolutely pure, 100%  Unalduterated Chinesium of course.

Most of it is absolute garbage I'm sure but it has a couple of interesting looking tool holders I was curious about.

Every once in a while I would remember about it and check the status of the order on line.

Pending.

Every time, pending.

No tracking number, nothing.

That's all it has said since fucking October.

Since my lot in life lately seems to be sitting here on my ass with my laptop on my lap and my fucking phone in my hand trying to get this Blogging shit worked out, I decided to give old Horror Fright a jingle and rattle their fucking cage about this order.

It was cheap but not that cheap.

$65 with tax and shipping so, hey, motherfuckers, where's my shit aye?

Literally a half a damn hour on hold.

Finally got connected to some young thing named Amanda.

Give her the info and a WTF?

She looks it up, says it's definitely been ordered.

A little more checking and she says they have them at the warehouse but she doesn't know why the order hasn't been filled.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling her it's because you have a bunch of dumb motherfuckers working for you, that's why.

So she apologizes on behalf of the dumb motherfuckers and says she will notify them and tell them to expedite getting the fucking thing shipped out.

Thank you very much sweetheart.

GRRRR.

Stupid shit like this just aggravates the piss out of me.

When You Have Been Quarantined Just A Bit Too Long

 

Our Friend Irish Heading Out To Work?

 

 So apt a metaphor of what we are going through. I have experienced local karens of both genders recently concerned about my status, I thought we went through that earlier and it is starting back up, I think bloody noses are going to be on the rise in the future, as in get your bloody nose out of my business.

I Think Someone Is Trying To Tell Me Something

 Over the last, what, three days?

I must have seen thirty different articles screaming about the looming food crisis.

Oh, it's coming, don't you worry.

I told you long ago it was coming.

Starvation is one of the Commies FAVORITE weapons.

Food scarcity is also a great control method.

You have all seen the pictures of empty shelves everywhere.

I have posted them myself.

People like my wife are about to get the shock of their entire life.

Their Normalcy Bias is going to cause Cognitive Dissonance when they can't get all that prepackaged crap that all you have to do is throw in the Nukulizer and serve.

Entire generations in this country have never known real hunger.

I can tell you that if you have ever known real hunger, you will never forget it.

I'm not so sure that there is going to be actual starvation here in the land of plenty but I am thinking that there is going to be a whole lot of diet modification going around.

Actual scarcity coupled with massive inflation is going to cause real problems in certain sectors of our population.

This isn't going to be somebody else's problem and a NIMBY kind of thing.

There is only so much of this and so much of that.

Once it's gone we are going to have to wait until the seasonal cycle goes around again before it eases up.

The world wide supply chain is broken.

You aren't going to be getting fresh fruits and vegetables from Mexico and South America in the off season like we have gotten used to.

Interesting times are here.

Voices.

 I just hate that when it happens.

 Who knew phones could be nasty...

 That is the general feeling, what with IP providers and hosting sites and server farm operators and the origami folds you have to do to open up a blog site.

Could set a man to drink...

 Please stand by for an important public service announcement... It seems that Phil said the blog lady that manages Cold Fury server thinks it wasn't a DDOS attack but something else in the blog causing an error or some other goobly gook tech geek reason, Igor and Tech Dude would understand. You wanna bi-sect an aortic arch, I am your man, how computers talk and dissect zeros and ones is beyond my scope of practice.

Cross those appendages that we be back soon as there is some progress...

Dealing With Hosting Sites Over The Phone For Hours

 Please hold.

Please hold

Please hold

Ok, you need to call this other outfit.

Ring ring, thank you for calling, we are experiencing an unusually high calling volume.

Please hold.

Please hold

Please continue to hold.

Please leave a detailed message and someone will call you back.

Click

Fuck, me.

 Phil deciding to take a break, gather his thoughts and produce a suitable outcome. Only the cat staring him down interrupted his thinking and conjugating processes, so he turns to his local rag sheet produced by CNN, making sure what ever decision he makes is politically correct.

OK, Now Pretend I'm Joe Biden.....