OK. I've been playing with new tech, and I'm exhausted. Off to eat and then crash. Nite nite.

God. Sondheim was a genius.

Hey, it's on the Internet. It must be true!

#funfact

Louis Keesberg, survivor of the Donner Party, opened a barbecue joint in Sacramento.

You know what? I, too, would be peeved if I went up to my room and all I found was Gideon's Bible.

OK, I still feel like crap, so off to lie down and hydrate.

If one takes Hamas' statements at face value, well, bless your heart.

TIL that Paris is the "influencer capital of the world". Who knew?

Good morning.

Do I need to burn some sage to get rid of this damned cold?

"I'm sorry, since it was a pickup order, you'll have to go back into the store and exchange for the correct items."

Motherfuckers.

But, I did figure out why my VideoProc in 64 bit didn't work on my rig. It's because I had to update my graphics driver. Now it works a treat.

I'm annoyed by the mixup in my drinks order. I'm gutted by the vision of a poor woman weeping over her dog.

FFS.

First, it took me over an hour to get to Total Wine from East LA because of a fucking accident on the 10.

Then, after leaving Total Wine, just a few blocks from my house I saw a poor woman collapsed on the street wailing over her dead dog.

THEN, I just opened my bag from Total Wine, and instead of the Jack Daniels I ordered, I see two bottles of champagne.

I am not well pleased.

I mean, pretty much Rishi Sunak sealed his upcoming electoral thrashing on the beaches of Normandy. Oh, irony.

I mean, what a ridiculous own-goal.

A!
S-S!
H-O!
L-E!

Really. Dennis Leary's entire career is justified by that one song. Never fails to make me guffaw.

And this weekend's #spirited of choice will be Jack Daniels bonded Tennessee whiskey. Leave work in 2 hours, head to Total Wine, and then a well-deserved weekend off.

Ruining your lives for a group which would just as soon see you dead.

The Federalist just done meddled with the primal forces of nature.

As one does.