Neanderpundit

Tell me that the new Ipod I bought for my daughtrer cannot connect to EITHER OF THE COMPUTERS IN THE HOUSE. And then have Apple Support tell me that they won’t support Win2k.

Nice. fucktards. My daughter’s Christmas present is now useless until I can afford to buy her an XP computer. Scumbags. Rot in hell, Apple.

or is it particularly soothing to have a rifle in your lap, polishing the stock with linseed oil, swabbing the bore with Rem oil? This is like chicken soup for my soul- the act of cleaning a rifle I particularly love.

The superflu in Steven King’s novel- remember that? I’m pretty sure I got it.

Tomorrow, I hope to go back to work to spread this vileness, and it’s accompanying nastiness to all my co-workers.

Tonight I’m going back to bed, having spent the day there to begin with.

At least the dog understands. Mostly.