Life and Other Things I Don't Understand
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Okay, Somebody 'Splain This To Me
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Sorry that you have to click on the image and bring up the larger photo to see what I'm talking about here, but the smaller-sized pictures that Hello posts on the actual blog page are awfully blurry. Sorta like an overgrown thumbnail (sounds painful, don't it?)
Look at the second claim under the name of the product: Help Prevent Accident.
Er, how?
"No, Officer, I don't have car insurance any more. I bought an Ionic Air Purifier..."
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Paint Fumes, Income Tax and A Dustcloud
Strenuously avoiding doing our tax return, ‘cause I thought we were going to have to pay this year:
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Posted by Hello
Yep, we started repainting the house. That’s seven coats of paint there, and one full evening and the next morning and afternoon’s work (mostly on Ed’s part). Cool, huh? It’s on the wall that had a gawd-awful wallpaper that we inherited when we bought the house (some popular-during-the-eighties-splish-splash of pastel colors; why it was even still around in ‘94 to be inflicted on the wall is still beyond me). The rest of the living room, hallways, entryway, doors and ceilings are all a nice, even white again. Painting a vaulted ceiling sucks, even with a power roller, but I still think sitting down with TurboTax sucks more.
Turns out that we’re getting a refund after all. I haven’t decided what to spend it on yet... a Happy Meal? A couple of rolls of those blue shop-towels to make clean up easier after we paint the next room? (probably Mason’s, and it’ll be two shades of blue). Gee, three whole dollars just can buy so much.
Def Leppard recently announced some tour dates, playing with Bryan Adams. Nothing very close to me, either. Dammit. Mesa, Arizona is nearly nine hours away, and El Paso isn’t a whole lot better at five-ish hours. Either way, we’d have to spend the night, and that’s just not feasible with two puppies and Ed getting Unemployment. Dammit again. I wish they’d scheduled something for Albuquerque. We’ve got a brand-spankin’-new minor-league stadium, too (home of the Isotopes, formerly of whatever Springfield it is that the Simpsons live in). Well, I can always hope for a date here after the mid-August wrap-up of this paired-up tour. Sigh.
In the meantime, I’ll occupy myself with not smashing things in a fit of pique or not going to lunch one day at work and just never going back. My job shouldn’t be stressful. It hasn’t been for years. Sometimes insanely busy, but that’s still not a stressful sort of busy. Just busy. But lately... let’s just say that if stress was a visible substance, my boss would look like Pigpen at full dustcloud. And try as I do to put up personal barricades, it still leaches through and infects the attitudes of everyone there, including me. Maybe we’ll all get lucky one day and his head’ll just implode or something. (Another sigh.)
