whaaah happened?
So, as many as you can tell, my last post well...didn't post. In fact, it didn't post twice. The first time my post was supposed to go up, Winamp asked me if I wanted to navigate from this site while the post was uploading, and for the thousandth time I was taken to the site of a douchebag.
Now admittedly, it was my fault for saying yes at the little prompt, but damn, that post was good. Anyway, so yesterday, I attempted to reproduce that spark of goodness. I even linked to the thing Jen sent me, which is, of course, Eminem's video for Mosh. Blogger went down and that was lost too. I simply don't have it in me to reproduce the post for a third time. Here it is in short hand.
My heater didn't work one morning when I woke up. I made reference to slipping on penguins, answering the door to elves who were looking for donations to help local business, and standing on the receiving end of a polar bears attack. All this to suggest that it was very cold. Here in Massachusetts, it is now fifty degrees.
Long story short, the heater was not broken, it was out of oil. Which meant that I went through $180 worth of oil in three weeks, having turned on my heater about five times.
Finally, I used all this for justification for my belief that we should shed blood for oil, if only to keep my broke un-draftable ass warm.
That's it. Work damn you, work!
Now admittedly, it was my fault for saying yes at the little prompt, but damn, that post was good. Anyway, so yesterday, I attempted to reproduce that spark of goodness. I even linked to the thing Jen sent me, which is, of course, Eminem's video for Mosh. Blogger went down and that was lost too. I simply don't have it in me to reproduce the post for a third time. Here it is in short hand.
My heater didn't work one morning when I woke up. I made reference to slipping on penguins, answering the door to elves who were looking for donations to help local business, and standing on the receiving end of a polar bears attack. All this to suggest that it was very cold. Here in Massachusetts, it is now fifty degrees.
Long story short, the heater was not broken, it was out of oil. Which meant that I went through $180 worth of oil in three weeks, having turned on my heater about five times.
Finally, I used all this for justification for my belief that we should shed blood for oil, if only to keep my broke un-draftable ass warm.
That's it. Work damn you, work!
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
9:56 AM
2 Comments:
Ah, Brian as a native North-easterner I have to warn you that 50 degrees is not cold. 50 degrees is balmy and delightful. It's downright tropical for winter. Soon, you will break out the shorts and flip-flops when the thermometer hits 50 degrees. Get thee to a thrift store and buy as much wool clothing as you can. Embrace smelling like a sheep. Hey, at least you will be water-repellent.
Not to mention Erik, who is probably dealing with much colder weather, will find your new woolly visage irresistable. Just beware the lanolin center.
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