It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.

Thursday, October 31

Life

Trickle Treat

Only one group so far this Halloween.  At this rate I'm going to be left to eat four pounds of chocolate by myself.

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Thursday, October 10

Life

Where Oh Where Has My Screwdriver Gone?

So, one of the teeny-tiny screws on my distance pair of glasses has a habit of working loose over time, and I keep a teeny-tiny screwdriver to tighten it up again.

The problem with teeny-tiny things, of course, is that you can't find the bastards when your glasses are broken.

Turns out that a steak knife serves the purpose nearly as well, and is a heck of a lot easier to find.  (Just fumble around in the cutlery drawer until you start bleeding; that's the one you want.)

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