The Lonely Libertarian: February 2017

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

We could learn from the Russians

I know why some animals eat their young

Max knows

We have a basket full of squeakerless victims.

I'm not dead....yet

I made an 83.5 on the last exam. Whoo.

Next exam in three days on very subjective material.

We'll see how it goes.

Spouse was home for 12 days on vacation, got 0 studying done,

was deathly ill most of last week, dragged all over three counties

because he was bored, ended up buying a Troybilt chipper/shredder

and a 3.5 cuft concrete mixer. The possibilities are endless.

Teen Queen is down, acute bronchitis that is flirting with pneumonia.

And I still haven't done the taxes.

Life is starting to pile on.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

And this is why some of my favorite people are engineers

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Also called "Downward Daddy Issues"

Quick Update on Life

I'm still alive. Marginally.

Test #2 was an 83.5. Better, but still not great.

I'm battling allergies from hell. We swing from cold and wet to

warm and dry, everything is pollinating,

the cotton is being ginned just a few miles up the road.

You don't dust dust off your furniture,you wipe up cotton fibers.

It would appear I'm highly allergic to cotton dust.

I can wear it all day, but I can't inhale it for shit.

Living on Nasonex, Claritin, and getting a Depo Medrol shot tomorrow.

So that's the scoop.

Oh, and my word was "last".

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Oh, that's gonna leave a psychological mark

Hey, wirecutter, miss it yet?

I seem to remember, shortly before their move, wc was being trolled

by another blogger who was absolutely certain the drought was so bad

the government was going to forcefully resettle people to other areas of the country.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

You're not going out like that

Thursday, February 9, 2017

When your mechanic drags his ass across the asphalt

On Friday, I took my first exam in my Grammar and Style for Technical Communicators course. On Saturday, I found out I failed it with a 69.5. Me, the Grammar Nazi. By the way, that was a sentence fragment, frowned upon by the literati. I've never failed a test in my life, especially not an English test. I was devastated. My world was literally rocked. I know how to speak properly. I know I write semi-literate sentences. But I failed a fucking grammar test.

I've been hitting the books hard, re-reading the last assignment plus reading the material for the next test. I've got eight days to get my shit together and perform adequately, or I'll be booted from the class. So this will be the last post for a while. Sorry, but my priorities have shifted slightly.

Oh, and I noticed a few days ago on wirecutter's blog, y'all were discussing pomegranates. There's an easy way to deal with those suckers. You're welcome.