A few updates back, something really weird happened to the way iTunes manages podcasts. Since I subscribe to so many, and have so little room on the iPod, I have to manually put a check next to any episodes I want synced (you can also just click the check box next to the podcast’s name and picture, but that syncs all episodes). Most of the time, syncing after listening to an episode results in that episode being removed from the iPod…but sometimes it won’t budge no matter how many times you listen to it. And I’ve had a chunk of episodes from one podcast disappear, even though they’re still in the podcast’s feed.
So I broke down and bought an inexpensive Windows laptop for use on a project for which my Mac would’ve required something just short of brain surgery.
The setup instructions contain a California Prop 65 warning of the risk of cancer, birth defects, acquired microcephaly and hairy palms due to chemicals in the product (and power cord), and advise in bold lettering: Wash hands after handling.
So, do I always have to wash my hands after using the laptop, or only when I’m in California?
Now I gotta go scrub.
The risk of hairy palms is much less if you avoid certain websites.
Does anyone want to come over and pop this giant zit on my back for me? It’s in the one spot I can’t reach, and it’s been there for a couple of days now. Hurts like a bitch. About the size of a pencil eraser and right above my bra band.
Now I’ve found two bad things about living alone… having to carry in the groceries by yourself and not having anyone around to pop that zit you can’t reach.
“SCWIWIWCHSCHWIWISHISSCHWIWSHSCHISHIKKIKIK…Goddamn it”
That is the sound of a cordless raising Venetian blind becoming a completely non-raising Venetian Blind when during your attempt to cut it to length, the temporary knot you left in the first side while you worked on the second side, fails, causing a total lack of tension and unresisted retraction of the cords on the spring-ratchet gears that were designed to have some measure of resistance theretofore trashing the mechanism.
:mad:
Checked the weather.com forecast for my area before going out today. Projected High: 31. Low: 32. Right now: 16.
Huh? The “high” is less than the “low”?
As for actual conditions, I frequently think a dartboard or dice are involved in weather forecasting.
I am sick. Just a bug, but mini and annoying.
Steve and his kitten (who is named Dusty in the vet records) just got into a drop down, kill each other fight, which upset Lucky so much that he wants to be cuddle cat from heck. Steve and his kitten will be fine. They are already cuddling up to each other. The hounds will come out from the other rooms soon.
Lucky is going to be stuck to my butt for the rest of the night. I just want to sleep and be able to blow my nose and feel sorry for myself without having to comfort a cat who has already forgotten whey he’s upset.
Come here, Lucky! Watch the monitor so you can see all of the people who think I’m a jerk and will comfort you. (He likes bird pics.)
Make Lucky one of these: http://www.instructables.com/id/DIY-cat-tent/
There’s nothing like your very own safe little cave. (Use an already worn shirt so it smells like you.)
(Mine) Thank Og! Imagine if they were the size of Buttercup!
So after a weekend of temps ranging from -10F to 20F and freezing rain last night which glazed every single road into sheets of ice, it’s now 45F. I’m praying that none of our pipes burst.
I fucking HURT.
That is all.
I have been sick with the cold from hell, for the last week and change. No end in sight. What’s the good of being retired/unemployed if I can’t have some fun? Recently I’ve only left the house to go to the market and buy more tissues and cold meds. 
And the cats won’t cuddle with me.
As a result of arrogance, stupidity, overwork and Influenza A, I spent most of last week in the hospital with Diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA). And once again, my health was threatened by healthcare professionals thinking I am Type 2 when they are told, repeatedly, that I am Type 1.
And being awakened every 2 hours during the night doesn’t seem like it would aid in the healing process.
And godammitt, while I am at it, why should tell each fucking nurse\doctor I come in contact with the particulars of my illness??? You have computers! I see them. I see you access them! They are designed to store information! So that you can you look at the screen and not have to ask me all the same fucking questions again!
Anyway, I am grateful to have insurance and medical care and happy to be on the mend.
I fully support the practice of medical professionals not relying 100% on computer data for their treatment. I mean, have you seen computers? Wrong info entered, glitches putting data in the wrong fields, og only knows what can go wrong. Better for them to check and re-check, than to give you a treatment that will kill you.
Why, then, have computers for doctors, you ask? Yeah, that’s my question too.
Cold weather does not cause colds you nitwit!!
My mother turned 81 on Valentine’s Day. I flew to Indiana , and my older sister drove to be there for the event. My younger sister, who lives there ,has a drinking problem, decided to lash out all of us for past slights either real or imagined. Not a pleasant time.
The locker room at my gym, not a place I associate with delicate and pleasing scents, greeted my entrance today with a mysterious, hostile and unspeakably vile reek like the amalgam of a medieval abattoir and a Prussian dysentery ward.
Was it Donald Trump?
I don’t see the point in me paying extra to Amazon for “expedited” delivery, only to have it come slower than if they’d put it through second class. Was despatched Monday, still not delivered.