Just a quickie tonight, I’m exhausted from crew-x and the last week. Not enough sleep and way too much wine. I still have a lot to accomplish in the 5 remaining weeks, too.
I’ve finally spent a few minutes catching up with my best buddy and his boys, which was nice. It has been nearly two months. I also dug my truck out of the snow and got it out on the highway. It was shakin like a bitch until I realized that it was suffering from a flat spot on the tires from sitting frozen for 6 weeks AND I had neglected to dig the frozen, crusted snow out of the rims, so all 4 tires were unbalanced. I couldn’t get up over 20 mph until I pulled over and hacked all the snow out with a screwdriver. It took about 30 miles to work the flat spots out, entirely. Gotta love winter if you want to live here. I hope to have my driveway and snow blowers (yes, I have 2) completely dug out in another week. Pretty sad when it takes days to dig out your snow blowers, but such is the life of a pirate up here.
I don’t watch much TV, other than the weather channel and UFC (saw chuck pound Jeremy Horn last night-a repeat, but a damn good fight), so I wasn’t too happy to hear that PW dumped more money into our cable package, adding another 100 or so channels. I’ve surfed through all the channels late night after the crew sacks out and they are pretty much shit. 100 more channels of the same useless drivel, basically. I feel like I’m reading this sign, over and over-I just don’t fucking get it.
As an example, I turned the idiot box on about midnight and the very first image I saw was of a guy peeing on his shirt, which he then wrapped around his head and face. He complained that it was a bit stinky. No shit. No, pee, but the point is that if you know why he did it, you don’t need a demo, and if you didn’t already know about that particular technique, well you probably aren’t going to live long enough for it to make any difference in your survival. What passes for entertainment these days astounds me. Anyway, I shut off the piece of crap and read 20 chapters in my latest novel, suppressing the urge to get up and pee on the TV.