Well, of course not you nitwit! If you knew anything at all you’d know nobody’s home, it’s patently obvious.
Glad I said something because I really haven’t anything to say. Which is odd, I think, because I am not in the dumps, I am not drowning in ennui, etc. Maybe my mind is elsewhere? But just to keep all you cats and kittens from pining away, gasping for a mote of recognition from himself here’s the latest:
- Two weeks ago I bought a used iPod. The seller kindly informed me there was a problem with the line out but I didn’t understand the magnitude of the glitch. The bloody thing wouldn’t produce sound without approximately 50 psi of pressure on the jack. Useless. So, I sent it back, took a PayPal ding and patiently waited for either Smalldog or Apple to list a beauty on their sites. Fortunately, I hope, Apple had a refurbed latest generation one pop up for the same price I paid for the aforementioned broken one. Swanky. We’ll see how this one does once it arrives. There’s something perversely pleasant about carrying your entire music collection around on a device the size of an index card and still having only used half the capacity of the device. [insert maniacal laughter here]
- I hate altering clothes. My perfectionist streak means I notice the sleeves and trouser legs are of microscopically differing lengths. Hopefully nobody else notices. Perhaps the polyester – which should be wool – tie will take their notice away from my hideously mis-tailored arms and legs. What sort of idiot outfits sends their mechanics to war in suits and ties anyway? Damned British.
- No wait, that’s it. Boozing for Memorial Day upcoming.
Now you’re all up to date and I don’t feel so guilty about not having anything to say.