And HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all the dad's out there! May all the lights be turned off in unoccupied rooms and may no doors to the outside be open so that you're air-conditioning the neighborhood.
Although I'm just realizing that many people around here probably did not grow up with father's who complained about air-conditioning the neighborhood. I think that's a kind of southern thing.
The lights, however. All father's are, I think, familiar with that one.
I could probably add something along the lines of "may you not find empty boxes in your pantry".
Last night, after I watched Screamers, Amazon started to autoplay Leviathan. Another Peter Weller movie. God it was horrible. I watched it anyway, though. Kind of fell asleep during parts.
The movie had a young, and at times scantily clad, Amanda Pays though. Mmmmmm....
And it had Richard Crenna. Up until that point, I had only known him as Colonel Troutman. It was weird seeing him in something sci-fi.
It'll be a somewhat busy day today.
I want to get some cleaning done today, especially the downstairs area. For...reasons.
I also have to get the boy over to his old elementary school for noon. That's when the troop is leaving for summer camp. He should be pretty much all packed. And I'm giving him $100 of spending money. They're expecting some rain, but hopefully not too much.
And then there's the usual: cooking, laundry, dishwashing. All part of my glorious lifestyle.
Hopefully, there will be a bit of reading somewhere up in there as well.
Ugh! I see that a certain phrase introduced by a certain writer (whose ability at manufactroversy far outweighs her talent at actual writing) was adopted by those pathetic bootlickers at Merriam-Webster. As if that sorry excuse for a writer actually needed more swelling in her head.
Incidentally, I hadn't been familiar with the term manufactroversy until now. How utterly appropriate it seems for the times we live in. It can definitely apply around here.
I keep finding the back of the desk chair locked into position so it can't lean back. I'm pretty sure they boy is to blame.
You ever have one of those days when some punk-ass little b$&@h accuses you of doing something they’re doing themselves?
On the plus side, I got some great Father’s Day gifts. A funny t-shirt that says “Proud Father of Some Dumbass Kids), a bottle of mead, and all three Matrix films in 4K.
I'm just going to roll with the assumption that it's going to be "happy". I know by now The Universe makes no promises. Yet there is always hope.
At least the rain seems to have stopped (for now), and I had a decent drive to the office (even getting to see some idiots get a bit of road karma).
The wife and I watched more Clarkson's Farm last night. We're into season 4 now, which is the most recent to be released. Good so far, but I'll kind of be glad when it's over.
And.....sigh....It looks like someone's trying (rather pathetically) to get some attention again. Seriously, I'd say it's like he's twelve or something, but that'd be an insult to most of the twelve year olds I have to interact with.
I had a call at home from the Arizona Board last Friday night. What really shocked me was that it was around quarter to seven in the evening, which would put it about quarter to six Arizona time.
A government bureaucrat working that late? On a Friday?!? What the hell is this world coming to?!?!
Anyway, she said something about trying to send some documents to my work email, and it kept getting bounced back. Which is weird, since the first email I got from the Arizona Board came through without any problems. I double checked my quarantine emails and didn't see anything from the Arizona board in there.
I'm thinking she might have typed my email incorrectly. That makes sense. I'll have to give her a call later on to find out.
And I'm still the top donor in our latest charity thing! At least someone else finally donated more. Woot!
Once again, I am the victim (however briefly) of someone screwing up the spelling of my last name.
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