Lots of idiocy to talk about, I'd rather just sow it all right here in one article.
One of the kabillion things that annoy me is this: I really don't mind doing laundry. Really. What I don't like is the fact that when everything is washed and dried, it needs to be folded. And what bugs me there is, as I go through the basket, everything is inside out. Everything, every time.
Enter The Genius. In an effort to combat this time-wasting problem I devised a strategy: as I took my clothes off this week, I would turn everything inside out. Only took a few seconds a day.
So today was the day I hit the washer. Everything in, inside out. And then into the dryer. I brought my smug, righteous self down to the dryer when I heard the buzzer, prepared to be all proud of my ingenuity. I grabbed the clothes in one heap, dumped them in the basket, and carried them to the table to fold.
And there, lo and behold, was every garment. Inside out.
I give up.
And there was a damned sock missing, too.
10 3/4 ounces of canned corn doesn't seem like much. Unless you drop that can on your foot, and you don't have a shoe on when you do that. Then it's a Sherman tank.
The Idiots at Blogger still think I'm a Spam-bot. I have to do one of those idiotic word verifications every time I want to Blog. Maybe if I go there and shake one of the losers around like a windsock, they'll get the idea that this is at least a humanoid?
The funny thing is, I have another Blog here on Blogger, and I saw that a bot had posted an entry there.(I think Nancy saw that, right?) So for all the bullshit precautions these morons take, the Bots still get their work done. And humans have to do word verifications.
If they don't fix it by August, I'm shutting down and Blogging elsewhere.
I'm going to miss the late, great George Carlin and his humor. Funny guy.