100 Words – Debris Animals

Among the random debris along the Edison Highway I saw a dead rooster on top a pile of computer equipment. I stopped and stared till a police car pulled up and the officer asked me what I was doing. I pointed out the rooster. He said, “Again?” and sped off.

I searched the local news for clues as to the cop’s response. No mentions of roosters on trash heaps were found. However, there were many mentions of other animals being dumped there. Mostly dogs, lots of rodents and one unbranded calf. The word unbranded was in bold. That’s important apparently.

100 Words – Irish Goodbye

Smiley was the master of the Irish goodbye. When the crowds overwhelmed him he would hit the bathroom, then just walk out the door. Then he met Martha, the master of overstaying her welcome. Between them they make an almost normal couple.

Evenings start off well. They both enjoy parties and nights out. On arrival they make the first round as a couple. Then they split and wander at their own pace. Eventually Martha realizes that all the other guests are gone and the hosts are laying major hints of departure.

Then she goes to the car and wakes Smiley.

100 Words – Bad Poet

I failed college English because I wrote a paper on why the professor’s girlfriend was the worst poet to ever put pen to paper. In my defense, I did not know that she was his girlfriend when I wrote the paper. Though, why else would he have us study her?

My conclusion at the end of the semester was that poetry was a scam full of self-important assholes who had nothing to say that related to my life. Years later, at another college, I learned that poetry wasn’t the problem. That professor and his bad poetry friends were the problem.

Dr. Socket - Wrath

The extreme violence support group lives up to it's name causing Dr. Socket to walk out while proclaiming his wrath. Is this the last for Dr. Socket? Yes, it is.

100 Words – Hate

 Hate is one of my favorite emotions, but most people abuse the word. They say, I hate this or I hate that, but what they really mean is, that annoys me. These people will never know the splendor of a truly glorious hate. These people annoy me.

At one point I decided that these people should be killed, but that wanders into the hate zone, which means I would become one of those people. That kind of loop can lead to no good. So I’ve decided to openly ridicule them instead. I hope none of them decide to shoot me.

Tom Week – Get That Vaccination

3/18/21 – Vaccination Day

Pat’s second shot and Tonya’s first. At two different CVSs.

It was in the high 70’s today. It should stay there, but it won’t. It going to cool off tomorrow, but just down to the 60’s.

Oh yeah. I hate Microsoft. I’ve been trying to upgrade for several days now with no luck. Linux is looking better every day.

3/19/21 – Kids Aplenty

There are many kids here now, running around and screaming, as kids should.

Had a good bike ride today. I went noticeably farther than my last ride, but I’m much less worn out. Must be the warm weather.

FINALLY got the new upgrade for Microsoft Windows to install. The trick is to not use the Windows “Update Now” page. I used powershell to manage the upgrade and it worked first try.

3/20/21 – No Jury Duty

I got a summons for jury duty in Clay County Florida. This is weird because they won’t let me register to vote there because I don’t actually live there, but they call me for jury duty as if I did. I filled out the excusal request form explaining that I couldn’t get there by April 1. They agreed.

3/21/21 – Under The Funk

Fighting my way through mental molasses today. Not living up to my potential.

3/22/21 – Upside-Down Utah

I went for a bike ride and recorded my path on Strava. It came out the exact shape of Utah, only upside-down.

3/23/21 – Porterville

I finally got to drive through Porterville. This has been a goal of mine for nearly a week.

We are in Visalia for the night. Then off to Greenfield for two. Finally, Gilroy for a week. Then, we don’t know. We have no appointments. We have no commitments. We could go anywhere.

3/24/21 – Back at Yanks

We are in Greenfield California again. Hopefully this will be the last time this year. I’m getting tired of coming back to the same place over and over again.

100 Words – Graves and Idiots

Shallow grave my ass! The psycho buried her eight feet deep. It took me and Carl four hours to reach her. There she was, all dead and bloody. I put her mother’s pearls around her neck and wished her a bon voyage. Then another three hours filling her back in.

I may have to kill Carl. I’ll miss him. He’s stupid, but a good worker with strong arms. He’s telling everyone in the bar about digging up the grave. Fortunately, nobody believes anything Carl says. Knowing how hard it is to dig a grave, killing him just isn’t worth it.