"The Internet is broken at the salon," says the Husbear.
"What do you mean?", I ask.
"There's no connection since I painted."
So I go to troubleshoot.
And what do I find?
*sigh*
Until next time...![]()
"The Internet is broken at the salon," says the Husbear.
"What do you mean?", I ask.
"There's no connection since I painted."
So I go to troubleshoot.
And what do I find?
*sigh*
Until next time...![]()
I haven't been able to get this song out of my noggin today. I actually remember it playing in a most bizarre dream I had last night. The dream involved tornadoes. I've been having a lot of dreams with tornadoes as of late. I'm not sure what that's about.
Anyway. Back to the song.
While I now know this song was originally written by the Beatles, I will forever think of this song as a Siouxsie and the Banshees song. Because her/their version is so much better.
(YouTube link if you do not see the above embedded video .)
And how did I forget that Robert Smith of The Cure was at one time a member of the band?
Until next time...![]()
I know this video is 16 minutes long, but if you're a DIY fan or a Doctor Who fan (or both!) you'll appreciate this.
I wonder if the Husbear would notice if the TARDIS appeared as a permanent fixture in the yard this Spring?
Hmm....
Until next time...![]()
... or at least they know my commands.
I received these custom Chucks for Yaksmas.
Funny story about them. At least one that I think is funny. One that gives an entirely new meaning to sneakernet.
The "D0NTPAN1C" stitched into the back of them? That *was* my master password. Well, kind of. It was the one I had set up so the Husbear could access my information if I got hit by a bus. (Apparently, he is unaware of case-sensitivity when it comes to passwords.) But I changed the password anyway.
Next time I'll just seal the password in an envelope and not actually tell him what the password is.
Until next time...![]()
Mysterious package with no name arrives in the mail. But there's a rubber ducky sticker on it. Good sign that it's not an explosive device at least.
The contents are well wrapped. I think there's an entire package of that paper in here.
Lo and behold, it's a cute rubber duck!
But wait, there's something printed on the bottom of the package.
Well hello Mr. Ducky!
Thank you Mr. Anonymous.
Until next time...![]()
Name: Erik Rubright
Location: Pea Ridge, AR
The most nonchalant, non-enthusiastic gay man you'll ever meet.
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