The old feeder is busy trying to load ancient software into a cutting-edge computer. Having no experience with Windows Vista, and even less with 64-bit processor architecture, its been time-consuming. Its almost enough to make me yearn for the old DOS days. Only almost.
I could use the automatic blog post generator, but I haven't been that far out of touch. One thing I'm concerned about: commie agitators in South America being encouraged by Russia's Vlad Putin. Its bad enough to see Castro lovers wearing Che shirts here in Omaha. As far as I'm concerned, Marxists ought to stay the heck out of the western hemisphere. I guess that is old fashioned thinking, given that we have a Marxist running for president right here at home.
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Feel free to copy and use the new Obama poster at the top of this post. I made it out of the picture on the cover of an old pamphlet named "How Communism Works".
Showing posts with label excuses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label excuses. Show all posts
September 16, 2008
March 06, 2008
Excuses
In the disgusting effort to blow out the crap draining from my recent sinus infection, I threw out something in my back. Hurts so that I am using Windows' On-Screen Keyboard and a mouse to type this. As if that weren't enough, a giant sneeze caused my teeth to rattle, shattering a high-mileage molar, I'm taking a break before something else goes bad.
This has been the winter of my discomfort.
This has been the winter of my discomfort.
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December 10, 2007
Waterboarding - more fun than it sounds
Apologies to them whose e-mails I have not answered and whose blogs I haven't read for a week. The old feeder has been afflicted with an itch to lay on his back in a flooded bathtub, cover his face with a wet towel and pour pitchers of water over it. While I can see why some might consider the continuous repetition of this (cover face, pour water, repeat) a reason to spill the beans, for me it has been a relief.
If I really wanted to torture someone without using violence, I'd infect them with chicken-pox, wrap them in wool blankets and prevent them from scratching until they nearly pass out. Let them scratch a few minutes, then restrain their hands again. They soon would be begging for a soothing waterboard with a bit of baking soda added. And talking a blue streak.
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Also on the disabled list is Jeffro of the Poor Farm. His recent run of "piss poor health" makes adult chicken-pox seem like a day at the beach.
If I really wanted to torture someone without using violence, I'd infect them with chicken-pox, wrap them in wool blankets and prevent them from scratching until they nearly pass out. Let them scratch a few minutes, then restrain their hands again. They soon would be begging for a soothing waterboard with a bit of baking soda added. And talking a blue streak.
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Also on the disabled list is Jeffro of the Poor Farm. His recent run of "piss poor health" makes adult chicken-pox seem like a day at the beach.
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