And I try not to do so either. This weirdness is when I’m driving and a message comes in and I then have Siri read the message aloud.
Otherwise, it would be pretty annoying to all around me if I were to constantly have Siri narrate my life!
Yeah, I just didn’t have time to type all that out. 
If you do say so yourself.
Remind me of my favorite wrong number story.
I was living in NYC at the time, and my phone number was in the local 917 area code.
I started getting wrong number calls for a recording studio……lots of them. A quick search showed me that there was a listing for a recording studio with the same number except for their 914 area code, which is associated with the suburban areas directly north of NYC. The studio itself was in NYC, which might explain why so many callers were confused.
But I had my answer, and I had information for all the wrong number callers.
Then one day I answer the phone and this guy starts going off at me………why the f are you answering my phone……I don’t even know how you’re doing it but everyone keeps telling me your answering my phone and I just called my number and you picked up. I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing my ass off…….I’m like “Dude, your number begins with 914, I have the 917 number.
The guy just said “Oh right, I forgot” and hung up.
… and I didn’t realize until later that it was Electric Lady Studios and I’d been laughing at its founder, a Mr. Hendrix.
They are, and it’s one of many things I love about him. Thing is, I’ll chase him without provocation for as long as he likes anytime. We play a game I call, “Boo, Ollie!” several times a day until, panting and tired out, he ends the play by asking to be lifted onto the sofa. (Dachshunds. Long backs. No jumping on or off furniture.) And he has many approved items to chew as he wishes.
I just hope the indiscriminate eating of objects ends one day. His second birthday approaches. Fingers crossed!
I was getting out of the shower, and reached to grab a towel. There was a black spot on it that I assumed was a piece of lint. I didn’t spot it until I already had the towel in motion and it was too late to do anything about it. Your reflexes really do slow down after 50.
Anyway, it wasn’t a piece of lint. It was a wasp. And it stung me just under the left pectoral, right next to the solar plexus.
Good thing I’m not allergic, but it’s still unpleasant.
Poor wasp. His last thought was probably, “Oh my god, this naked guy’s trying to hug me!”
That’s why I’m not allowed in Chuck E Cheese’s anymore.
There is a wasp in my bathroom right now. It’s between a slightly bent screen insert and the locked closed windows. It’s almost 2 inches long. I was going to wait for a really cold day to kill it… and then open the window, drop it in the toilet, and give it a burial at sea.
The trick though is… how do you know when it’s dead?
Also… at 2 inches long… is it just a big wasp… or is it some variant of those African Wasps that sting repeatedly and can fly long distances fully laden with cocoanuts…?
And the zipper on my only coat broke.
And as he stood there, his suspenders snapped.
They sell zippers at clothing supply shops. Either the whole zipper, or the pull part.
A tailor can replace the whole zipper ( if you buy one with the right size and measurement ).
Or, you can remove the old damaged pull part, replace it with a part the same size, and click-seal it onto the zipper with a needle nosed pliers. That part is / was about $10.00.
( Look it up if you don’t believe me. )
It zips up, then I look and its open below where I zipped it!.10 would be all I could afford, I will look it up.
I hope that’s all; it really creeped me out at first. I do see how it can happen though; out of curiosity, I looked up my home number from my childhood, and was surprised to see it associated with someone who lives on the other side of the country…until I noticed that the area code was one digit off.
The squirrels are Ravenous by me! In prior years they’ve eaten ‘the brains’ out of my pumpkin on or after American Thanksgiving. Today I noticed that they ate it almost completely; right down to the flat bottom of the pumpkin. I’ve noticed the same for my neighbors… and it’s not even Halloween yet!
Now ‘Some People’ ( the old world superstitious type ) think that this means we are in for one really bad winter. I can’t say if that’s true or not.
Could it just be that buying pumpkins at a stand by an apple orchard means that they are just more tasty and delicious?
Ah, hell no. The squirrels definitely do it to piss you off.
But,
Ain’t no herd of squirrels eating a pumpkin. One squirrel couldn’t swallow it all.(Have you seen any balloon bellied flip tails laying around the yard? They wouldn’t be up a tree, ya know).
The squirrel was probably a deer.
Or a couple raccoons.
Maybe, but in past years I’ve seen squirrel munch their way through to the seeds.
Yes, it’s quite a sight to see those well fed butt-wigglers wriggling about while eating those pumpkins’ brains in broad daylight.
If only I could afford a gardner… like Bill Murray in Caddyshack… to figure out a way to get rid of the little pests. Maybe if he wired all of the pumpkins in a line and replaced the candles with small C-4 charges. Then we could get rid of the squirrels, get rid of the pumpkins, and spray the costume kids ( and all their yuppy camcorder parents ) with wave after wave of organic and fully bio-degradable orange Goo. /s
I wanted to make a contribution through PayPal, but when I tried to log into my PayPal account I got a message “please enable js and disable any adblocker”. I use Firefox with uBlock, but when I click on the uBlock logo on the toolbar to disable it for that website nothing happens. I tried searching the error message on Google but all I get is instruction to enable JavaScript on Firefox. I have never had any problem logging on to PayPal in the past. Has PayPal made some change in their access protocols?
Sometimes I really hate people. Last night, while I was riding my electric scooter home from work last night (about half an hour after sunset), I saw a dark mass in the road. I didn’t know what it was until a car hit it and I heard the dog yelp. The driver that hit him continued to drive. I tried to stop traffic, but that was a wasted effort. At the same time, a nice couple were walking on the sidewalk and came over and helped stop traffic, by which time the poor dog had gotten hit another two times. The husband got the poor dog out of traffic and put him in the grass on the other side of the sidewalk. Sadly, the poor critter was dead by that time. When we finally got traffic stopped, though, one jerk decided that it didn’t matter the cars in front of him stopped with their emergency flashers going, dammit he’s important, so he decided to try passing in the bike lane.
Yeah, I hate the people that hit the poor dog three times, killing it. And I hate the people who didn’t stop to help.
I certainly am happy the couple walking by helped or at least tried to.
Hate’s probably too strong a word. I feel sorry for those pathetic people who did the dog in and continued on their way.