I clean out my e-mail account and "Hotmail staff" sends me notes on expanding my account's memory capacity. Uh, hello? I'm now using less than 1 percent of the storage volume. Rarely do I use anywhere near 20 percent of it. Buzz off, "Hotmail staff!" I remember another blogger lamenting sometime ago how opening up one's e-mail and finding a message in your inbox is exciting and then gut-wrenching when it's not from a paramour but "Hotmail staff." What a disappointment.
Here's some other news you'll only read here ...
This is entry No. 366, which means I have now posted a year's worth of daily posts (a leap year's amount with this one). In reality, it was March when I hit a year's worth of blogging because posting every day can get boring, cumbersome and who would have time to read all that anyway? Some days I posted once, twice, three times. Others I didn't (usually weekends were taken off). Of course, it would take 10 years of blogging to get 365 days worth of worthwhile stuff.
The same day a certain telecommunications giant announced in this city it would become the country's first fully fiber-optic city served by that company, the phones went out. I'm talking 911, banks, car dealerships, schools, nursing homes, the works. Talk about irony.
The Cutlet likes grilled hot dogs.
My dog also likes grilled hot dogs.
My mother-in-law is coming to visit this weekend.
Plumbers are in our house again this month, and this is the final stretch of major bathroom work before I can put the finishing touches on our NEVERENDING BATHROOM REMODEL, 2002-present. I'm still hoping the "Champion Tiolet" will fit in there, because I'm the kind of guy who will tell everyone I know that I have a "Champion Tiolet." I'll never relinquish my throne!
There's a portable radar sign, which gets parked in various parts of the county to let drivers know how fast they are going. Today it happened to be set up on my normal jogging route. A car flew by (going 28 mph), and then it picked me up going a patheticly slow 6 mph. I sprinted but only got up to 11 mph before I passed it. I'll show it tomorrow! I'll at least get up to 12. If it's there. In a less pathetic note, I've registered up to 35 mph on my bicycle before. I'm da man.
Come to think of it, I like grilled hot dogs, too.
...but does your mother-in-law like grilled hot dogs?
Does your Mother-in-law like grilled hot dogs?
Honest - I didn't see sassylittlepunkin's comments till I finished mine. Honest, I'm not a copy cat on purpose.
I don't like grilled hot dogs. (that was just to add an original thought)
i can do up to 35 mph in my office chair down the hall. what does that get me?
Nice to see you again Tbone!