You out there in the basements of America, who eat cold pizza and suck on Mountain Dew, and actually find computer code an aphrodisiac? You know who you are, skulking around in dirty t-shirts, with smelly armpits.
I have a suggestion for ya.
When crap goes kaput, as in, “I can’t load my website!”, be kind enough to attach a message: THIS IS NOT YOUR COMPUTER! THIS IS THE FAULT OF THE SITE. Or vice versa. So I’ll know. Ya know?
Anyway, I couldn’t get WordPress to lead for hours. Until about 4 in the afternoon. It would load part way, and then the data would stop coming in, or whatever. The little computer lights went dead. You can tell I understand his crap a lot.
Anyway, everything else loaded. So I figured it was their issue. I kept “googling” expecting them to post some freakin’ announcement, but they did not. So then I start to think, some weird virus has infected my computer and it only applies to WordPress, and that makes me utterly paranoid, since I don’t have a clue what to do about THAT.
So, I sit in my paranoia, wondering if I will have to go back to Blogger. And paranoia is an uncomfortable feeling. And I’m in grief mode. And I’m in worry mode. And I’m in so-f**k them, I don’t care, mode. And then suddenly, when I finally get into the “forums” by the backdoor, and figure to leave a question, I try once more and everything is hunky dory. And they never explain.
Life was easier and simpler before computers and iPhones and all that crap. I want a horse and a wagon. I want things I can understand.
End of rant.
I figured to give you some funnies. Even though it’s the Lord’s day, and a day of piety. God likes laughing. I’m convinced of that.
cut regulations to business, since who likes to protect people and the environment.
cut taxes on the “job creators” i.e., the wealthy
cut spending on “entitlement” programs like medicare, Medicaid, and social security.
but their head in a hole and hold their breath until workers agree to work for peanuts.
And then I say, blow it out yer ear.
And then I say, that are naughty.
And then I get some more coffee, and calm down.
And then I laugh, because I’m sane and they are not.
And then I go lay down.
“Where is my campaign manager? Give that guy a copy of the journalist rules of ethics.”
Herm thinks that he can “just say no.”
Little does he know.
Attempts to get past this little problem Herm, cannot be accomplished by simply refusing to talk about it.
You are not ready for prime time, dude.
But I has a ring to it.
When the GOP demands cuts in spending why doesn’t anybody ask them if they are familiar with the “austerity” plans implemented in Europe?
How’s that workin’ for them?
Seems the OWS movement is a good deal more vocal and violent there.
Probably just the European way of showing their thanks to their governments.
This explains things pretty well.
Except Halloween is only for one day.
And this nightmare on Elm Street goes on.
More like GroundHog’s day.
Living it over and over, day after day.
Sales of Prozac are increasing exponentially, I’m told.
And then they said these thinks and removed any doubt as to what they are:
”A poet once said, ‘life can be a challenge, life can seem impossible, but it’s never easy when there’s so much on the line.”’
”I saw the young man over there with eggs Benedict, with hollandaise sauce. And I was going to suggest to you that you serve your eggs with hollandaise sauce in hubcaps. Because there’s no plates like chrome for the hollandaise.”
”Isn’t that the ultimate homeland security, standing up and defending marriage?”
”George W. Bush did a incredible job in the presidency, defending us from freedom.”