Neanderpundit

An online savings account. I have no applied for five, and each one arrives at that magic moment and then says hey! Now, we need you to call this number and verify (Whatever).

Look: I dislike people, OK? I dislike talking on the phone because I have to do so all blasted day and when I’m at home I try to avoid answering the phone altogether. Do you think I tried to open an online account because I am anxious to be charmed by your personality? I did not. I tried to open an online account because anytime I do not have to deal with a human being in retail I prefer to do so. If I can go to a cashierless checkout line, I always do. If I can go anywhere that allows me to avoid human contact, I do. People are assholes, in case you haven’t noticed, and my patience for them is wearing thin. I do what I can to retain some semblance of sociability, but the fact of the matter is, I would rather deal with people at arms length, or online, than talk to them on the phone. The list of people I want to see and talk to and hear from in person is a very small and elite one, and bank fucktard and it’s minions are NOT ON IT. Just leave me alone.

Partner and I got out of bed early and got into line at Cabelas yesterday to get our mitts on some 22 ammo.

Unfortunatley we were about 180 in liune and they ran out at about 150. I didn’t feel too bad, though, there were about another 200 behind US. Plus those who showed at nine thinking there might be something left, poor suckers. From doors open till no ammo took about six minutes.

Went to a local small shop we frequent, who told us they get some on a regular basis and we just had to call in and ask. No bulk, though, just the boxed stuff.

Mostly I know people who call and say “Oh, I just got 10,000 rounds of Federal” this from people who never bout a thousand rounds at a time in their lives.

I can’t wait for wingnuthead to leave office, and for people to stop hoarding ammo like it was food.

a bunch of mackerel snappers bellying up to the chow line. Dinner last night at Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt was spectacular, the fish perfect, the accoutrements tasty, the dessert table loaded with home baked goodness.

No “God hates gays” signs, no women with black eyes, no loud public praying, no fatwas, no assholes in general. The teenagers were clearing the tables, the servers in a good mood and dishing out food like elderly aunts (Eat more! you’re too skinny! I was just going to throw it away!)

NO parking lot tussles, no nastiness in general and despite the free flowing beer, wine, and mixed drinks, nobody out of control either. Almost all of the food was donated, all of the proceeds fund unwed mother’s groups.

When they act like this I am proud to call them my tribe.