Which means another franchise I won’t have anything to do with. Cocksuckers are ruining this world and everything we grew up with. And it’s my generations fault. (Oh, and by the way, ass-wipes. It’s LOIS. Not Louis.) This is as bad as making Sulu actually gay in the latest Trek series simply because Takai is gay in real life. The new Thor a woman because boobs are under represented onscreen? That’s like making Nick Fury white. (Oh, wait …)
Today was bacon, hash brown patty, and egg (over easy) day and a first for me. Made the bacon as advised in a YouTube video (cold pan heated slowly) and it was so yucky that I actually threw a piece away. First time in my personal history I’ve ever thrown away bacon.
The fuckin’ world is ending! I’ll give it to the Dog later. He’ll eat just about any fuckin’ thing. Maybe I missed something in the video?
Had to change out my cpap harness and mask yesterday. That “new mask not yet conformed to the contours of your face” was so uncomfortable I got about an hours sleep last night. Well, very early this morning. So tired I cut our walk in half this morning. Yeah, those masks are soft and pliable, but, until they’re worn in a bit they are just freakin’ uncomfortable. And getting the straps at just the right tension can take forever.
I’m going to check mail.
It’s Tuesday, right?
i have 8-10 55 gal garbage bags of crushed cans that I’ve collected over the past couple of years out by the side of the house. All the bags have degraded to the point that they’re falling apart. So I got out with new bags and started transferring the cans. Woah! Crushed cans all over the place! Feet got soaked from the captured rain. Probably about time to trade those in. And quit saving them so long.
Honestly, for the past 6 months or so I’ve been watching for those folks that collect cans by the side of the road to just offer my cans to them. I’ve only seen 1 or 2 folks that have pretty much disappeared by the time I got turned around. If I don’t turn in the cans by the end of the week and I see someone while driving the back roads …
Made some fried chicken for dinner. Unfortunately, tried using sunflower/avocado oil instead of canola or just regular lard. Won’t be doing that again. The canned zucchini in tomato sauce had been in the can too long too. (SWMBO won’t eat that and this is the first I’ve looked at it since I got it who know how long ago.) Still, ought to go through our pantry a bit more often. Trying to eat everything I got that I like that she won’t eat (like fish in any shape or form not shrimp) so we can go back to our regular diet when she gets home.
SWMBO called and they lowered her O2 level again. Another ABG tomorrow. I am really missing her being here.
Listening to Nightwish on YouTube. Nice. I tend to Oldies, Country, OLD country (KWPX Internet Radio), rock-n-roll, ChillTrax, and mellow. Costa Del Mar on the Internet radio is a favorite. Enigma, Pink Floyd, Trace Adkins, Blood Sweat & Tears, CCR, Three Dog Night, The HU, almost anyone I can sing along with. Been known to spontaneously break out into the sound track from Jesus Christ, Superstar occasionally. Really upsets the other shoppers at Walmart. Our CD’s converted to .ogg or .mp3 comes to 60 Gig not counting a shitload of songs added here and there. And I have about 1500 hours of internet radio on a thumb drive in the truck.
Oh yeah: Disturbed and Puddles Pity Party versions of Sound of Silence. Wow. I can match Puddles but the outright power behind Disturbed’s voice is way beyond my abilities. Wish I could though.
