Yesterday was a shitty day. Literally. On the bright side, I got a pretty fair amount of practice digging with my front loader (though I’d hoped it would be continuing on trails in my woods and not digging up my front lawn). At least I now know where the cover for my septic tank is. I also am now familiar with just how full the tank can get before everything starts backing up (I also found out that it seems to be impossible to buy a square-drive cleanout cover wrench; apparently, I’ll need to be making one out of something better than the galvanized plug I wound up buying). What I don’t know (despite lots of digging) is where the damn thing drains – and why the water doesn’t appear to be draining off the top. A project for another day. Hopefully I’ve got a few months before I need to worry about it. I also need drain the washer someplace other than than the septic tank. Another project for yet another day. Good thing I just got brand new, low water-using front loaders. I only wish there was a little more warm weather left in the year.
While yesterday’s shit was literal (you really don’t wanna go down into my basement – trust me), today merely figures to be a figuratively shitty day. It’s already started early – on one of those rare days when I could’ve actually used some more sleep. If you have any pull with the universe (or the Flying Spaghetti Monster or whatever it is that’s out there calling the shots), please ask for nice, easy day for me. I could really use minimum of hassle today – and for the rest of the week, at least, if you can manage it.
Oh well, time for another cup of coffee and then get ready to get out of the house. Hopefully I can hold off on taking a crap ’til I get to work. Everything I leave there is less to wind up in the tank here.
It sounds, PJ, like one terrible Sunday and it makes me feel very guilty that your descriptions make me laugh, including at the Santa Turd. On the ameliorating of guilt side, I too have had some really shitty days and I’m sure there are more in the future. Some I can even anticipate. Ugh.
As for influence with the Great Pumpkin, I have none but I do sincerely hope all goes well today. A little respite is well deserved.
Yesterday’s NY Times Magazine had an interesting piece by David Frum. Here’s an except:
Too often, conservatives dupe themselves. They wrap themselves in closed information systems based upon pretend information. In this closed information system, banks can collapse without injuring the rest of the economy, tax cuts always pay for themselves and Congressional earmarks cause the federal budget deficit. Even the market collapse has not shaken some conservatives out of their closed information system. It enfolded them more closely within it. This is how to understand the Glenn Beck phenomenon. Every day, Beck offers alternative knowledge — an alternative history of the United States and the world, an alternative system of economics, an alternative reality. As corporate profits soar, the closed information system insists that the free-enterprise system is under assault. As prices slump, we are warned of imminent hyperinflation. As black Americans are crushed under Depression-level unemployment, the administration’s policies are condemned by some conservatives as an outburst of Kenyan racial revenge against the white overlord.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/14/magazine/14FOB-idealab-t.html?_r=1&ref=magazine
Sadly, I did not catch Maron when he passed through town last week. The cheap tickets place sold out before I bought one and I am going back to VA this week for a class reunion and family so I am on a tight leash. I am flying back to SF on 11/22 but made a point of not flying through Dallas even though I don’t think they sell the Dealey Plaza postcards at the airport anymore.
Maybe this is why the tix disappeared. I am guessing Marc will be back around my birthday in May if not before as Maron the Rocker.
:blues: :sammy: :fire:
And :cake: to me as I notch up another 1/2 year. My last GF used to get really angry because I jokingly celebrated the day and that just made me more determined.
The question is, am I just imagining that there’s a stinky shit cloud following me around, or has that smell somehow attached itself to me?
By the way, do yourself a favor and get one of these before you need it.
It would make a wonder half-year birthday present.