Getcher “figgy pudding cannons and claymores” set up early to drive off the toxically tuneless carolers who won’t go away until they get some. Give it to ’em, but good.
Too Much?
Maaaaayybe. . .
Had to remove the backpack and weight vest, cos between them and the 10# ankle weights, it was starting to feel like work. *heh*
Ah! The Burdens We Bear. . .
Are most often those we choose.
Speaking of which, 60 extra pounds (weight vest, backpack, and ankle weights) makes doing chores around the house more. . . profitable as exercise. And as an added benefit, the backpack actually seems to lessen a persistent (60-year) lower back pain, strangely enough. Pressure in juuuuust the right place, it seems. Sweet!
The burdens we choose to bear are often life’s little pleasures, in the end.
Keep a Civil Tongue!
When one finds civilized responses in the oddest places. . . *thug looks at recipient of a “Karen’s” rants — then at “Karen” and back again* “Do what you will, but just remember I’ve got a fine place for the body.”
Ah! If only society in general were that polite! Sadly, nope. One cannot dispose of “Karens” so easily. . .
Trials of the Season. . .
Oh, goodie! It’s time for me to break out some noise-canceling earbuds and crank up some decent Xmas music to drown out the disgusting crap that tone deaf, tasteless, auto-lobotomized producers slap into the Hallmark Xmas shows that a *cough* much-beloved someone *cough* likes to watch.
Layers and Layers of the Onion
Putting a tall fence around one’s house gives potential intruders a way to hide from third party observers, but it also gives you a way to hide your “capsaicin claymores” from potential intruders, so. . . Command or sensor detonation is the obvious decision tree. Switchable by remote?
Also working on a way to make a capsaicin fogger from my fog machine, and way to sensor trigger it (including safing it for yard use, & other controls). BTW, “capsaicin claymores”? #3 food can, CO2 cartridge, tripwire, Ghost Pepper powder, etc. When combined with things like Osage Orange as an ornamental face for a fence/wall, blinding strobes, etc., yeh, can have a tall fence/wall and be relatively safe from home intruders. Relatively. (A moat with gators would be nice, though.)
OTOH, Can live in a hardened bunker and not be safe from militarized law enFARCEment thugs.
Nope
I just ran across a “writer” who has apparently walked around his whole life with his eyes closed. Wrote that a character went from very bright, full sunlight into a very dark place and had to SQUINT in order to see until his eyes adjusted to the dark. *smh* OK, maybe the “writer” has been blind all his life, and not just walking around with his eyes closed all the time. (Oh, the scare quotes? It’s a juvie I tried to read for review that I have already discarded as not even worth panning. The “writer” needs to at least pass a Remedial English course before writing for kids’ consumption. The concept behind the book might garner readers in the target age, but it’d just teach them poor language “skilz.”)
Don’t Trust, But DO Verify (or Falsify) Anyway
I’m told that the reason phishing “attacks” work is that the phishing email/phone call seems to come from a “trusted source” like a CC company, insurance company (that one does business with), or government office/agency. Really? I mean seriously, to begin with, who trusts ANY of those sources, even when they are determined to be genuine? That alone, quite apart from all the other reasons to hang up/report SPAM, report to authorities, etc., anyone who trusts ANY call/email contact, formulated as a typical phishing contact or not, without AT LEAST verifying the source simply deserves to get what they have comin’ to ’em. *smh*
Culture Tip
“Ducktail beard.” How a subliterate grup who is also culturally illiterate regarding anything more than 15 minutes old describes a particularly poorly-trimmed Van Dyke.
Just one of those “never-to-be realized” passing fancies. . .
In addition to drinking from the skulls of one’s enemies and listening to the lamentations of their women (Paul need not fear Nancy lamenting his hammerfest, of course), a nifty “bomber jacket” made of their skin would be quite the fashion statement, eh?
(The above, of course, is just a thought experiment to pass off to a Hollywood Writer Guy acquaintance whose career has majored in the bizarre. Hey! If he bites and can sell the idea as part of a project, maybe I can get a bit part. As the jacket.)