Hooray, random annoying phone calls. Which is a break from the usual targeted annoying phone calls, but these were from a couple of disaffected yoots with enough time on their hands to jabber at people - except one of them made the mistake of ranting in a threatening tone at Mama Bear and mentioning a daughter in said rant.
In all likelihood the little brat was talking out her ear, but it was 9-1-1 call time, just to be sure. Talked to a pleasant DC Sheriff's deputy who explained to us that although the tone of the call was threatening, nothing in the content per se was threatening, which is logical enough but does nothing to satisfy the urge to pitch said knuckleheads into a filth-encrusted dungeon where they will put the lotion in the basket or get the hose again.
So it's *57 to initiate a trace, followed by a call to the annoyance-call bureau, who have left for the day. Which is a bit of an annoyance.
As if we don't have enough mishegoss to deal with. But at least I've figured out how to handle Valentine's Day even though Her Awesomeness and I will be too tired and broke to have a romantic night out. We're going to do what you're about to do: watch the last couple minutes of City Lights and sob a little:
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Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, May 17, 2008
HYPERMILING UPDATE
20.8.
This is what happens when I swap cars with the wife and she gets the usual Route 9 treatment, plus those doctors' appointments in Poughkeepsie meant another session with the lights. Thanks again, DOT. Heckuva job timing...
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...lights. Hold on, there's an old lady bought a ball of yarn at AC Moore and is on her way home. Let's stop 50 cars at this light so she can turn left out of the store parking lot.
This is what happens when I swap cars with the wife and she gets the usual Route 9 treatment, plus those doctors' appointments in Poughkeepsie meant another session with the lights. Thanks again, DOT. Heckuva job timing...
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...those...
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...lights. Hold on, there's an old lady bought a ball of yarn at AC Moore and is on her way home. Let's stop 50 cars at this light so she can turn left out of the store parking lot.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
VOICES IN THE NIGHT
"EWW - WHO DID THAT?"
Death betide the manufacturers of talking toys with motion sensors that trigger whenever a squirrel breaks wind in the next town over. Like this thing from the imps at Tonka:
Cute? Oh, we thought so when Santa brought it to Beast for Christmas. But it won't. shut. up. At 1:30 in the morning...
Death betide the manufacturers of talking toys with motion sensors that trigger whenever a squirrel breaks wind in the next town over. Like this thing from the imps at Tonka:
Cute? Oh, we thought so when Santa brought it to Beast for Christmas. But it won't. shut. up. At 1:30 in the morning..."LOOK...GARBAGE!"
"THAT STINKS!"
Which naturally terrifies Herman, who's already inclined to flip out at the slightest provocation. Here's this skinny little ten-pound cat, who somehow makes the noise of a team of Clydesdales when he's running around in a panic. His chubbier sister? Stone feline predatory silence. At any rate, the end result of the toy-triggered commotion is the same - a rude awakening from another one of those dreams where I'm telling Katherine Heigl and Scarlett Johansson to stop fighting over me because I am very much already spoken for, thank you very much.
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