697 followers. Not one of them is listening to me. No, they have to be, because I got a great reception when I posted Hunter S Thompson quotes. And they constantly ReTweet what I have RT-ed from other people. I don't get this social media thing!
Some jerk bot on facespace has started tagging me in their posts. I didn't realize and clicked on the link. Google Chrome threw up all over me. It got caught in a loop with a pop-up that wouldn't stay gone long enough to close the page. I had to shut it all down. Damn spam bots.
Remember last year when I was running around making a ton of cookies and wrapping presents and making presents for the few people we know? Yeah, I'm not doing that this year. Fuck them all. I may not get the tree decorated by Xmas. The lights in the middle section don't work anymore, so I have two strands of colored lights. So it's going to be a big cookie. White on top and bottom and multi-colored in the middle. I just have to move the chair of clothing. that is blocking my access to most of the tree.
Yay me, I took a shower tonight. and plucked hairs from where hair should never be. I used the healing oils on my hair, since I plan to straighten it, and it is really dry here. So it will stay mostly untangled when I sleep on it tonight. The dog won't come in.
Our small bit of swampland and flooded utility box have officially become an actual water feature. It has occurred to both of us that this isn't going to be a quick fix. They are going to have to dig and shit. We have some shit to do before we have plumbers plodding through here. Like figure out a practical way to hide the pets.
Speaking of pets, Boomer got her new collar today. It's black, so it contrasts nicely with her grey and orange fur. She got it off within the first hour. And I don't know if it was in a fight with Teeny. See, Boomer won't yet play with Teeny, which Teeny feels that she absolutely must. So Teeny follows Boomer around and confronts her with playful growls that Boomer returns, but without so much of the playful.
Doc announced that since Vader had decided to start spraying in the house, he could be an outside cat. Discovering this, Vader quickly decided he was determined to be an inside cat. And Vader wins. He is the de facto leader of Meowssad, since we lost the leader, Evie. He is the slyest, sneakiest, most manipulative of the group, by far. While the others use brutish begging to get treats, Vader sits back and waits for the treats to come to him. Occasionally even laying down in the very middle of the kitchen and cleaning himself while the others jockey for position around my or Doc's feet. As Michael Jackson said, he is a Smooth Criminal.
Who's next to me? Ah, Boomer. That's right, the dog stayed outside. There's always something with fur on or next to me.
Wow, the local news is all fucked up tonight. There's a screen cap o a drummer from "The Talk" while the audio of the news goes on. The weather report has never been more meaningless to me. Man, now they're talking about a new gun park, with a gun from "Alien". That's like going to the speedway and renting a Veyron for a few laps.
I figured out today that's how we're going to know we, the 99% have lost, finally. When, instead of Chevy's and Fords, they are advertising Bugatti's and Koenigsegg's. That's when we know the middle class is done for and what's left of us aren't even worth pandering to because we can't afford new goods. The 1% will corner the market on thrift stores re-selling us goods that they sold us before. This is our future. At least the car commercials will be pretty. Have you ever seen a Koenigsegg? Perfection in design.