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A lady driving a beat up early 90’s Buick (broken light housings, front bumper hanging loose, dents in the side, the whole 9 yards) with a bumper sticker on the back saying “Imagination is more important than knowledge.”
I leave judgement up to you.
I just ordered a new pair of spectacles from the internet. Plug in the prescription and go. And now, comes the improtant part. I spent 50 bucks (including shipping and a sunglass clippy bit). In the past I’d have to spend 4 hours at the shop with their limited selection and wind up spending $300.
And here’s the best part–the pair of $50 glasses I’ve been wearing for the past two years have held up much better than the junk I was spending 300 bucks on before I came to this revelation. No more having to go in the get the lenses replaced every 6 months because the high index layers were flaking off.
I don’t have a flying car, but I can order pizza and glasses off the internet. The future is still alright.
Well, my old Samsung SIII has been dying for the past year, and rapidly accelerating here in the past week, giving out “Can’t find SIM card!” warnings requiring resets and generally just slogging down. So, possessing the knowledge that I was eligible for a subsidized upgrade, I hied meself down to the Verizon store, and found that the new Ultra Greatest Phone EVAHR, the Droid Turbo, had literally come into the store mere hours ahead of me–the guy had never even played with it until I asked to see it. For the price of VERY MANY Brownell’s on-sale AR lowers, I walked out with the latest bit of technogeek pocketslavey, and have been messing with it ever since.
…It’s kind of crazy that you can walk around with a quad-core-3-gig-RAM-32-gig-memory geegaw that could have gotten the astronauts to the moon with room to spare for–and correct me if I’m wrong but even if I am I think I’m not too far off–the contents of the library of congress, and 30 pounds of vinyl to boot.
While it lacks a few features I would have liked, namely removable memory and battery, it smacks the rest of my want list out of the park (decent camera, no Samsung TouchWiz UI [*spit*], and nice enough specs to last a couple years), so far past what the rest of the offerings out there currently are there was no contest–and I figure that with the memory card (that was from the old Droid X, no less) my Samsung was the same size, and I was just now about to run out of room on the card for new pictures, and no matter the amount of Technowizardry they always only seem to last 2 years anyway, so I’d probably be just fine–and if not I’ll just have to be more diligent about deleting the extraneous photos of the blurry ground I always seem to take 3 of before I get a picture worth saving.
AAAAAAAAaaaaand now that I’ve found something else to completely bore you all with, I’ll leave you with the standard FCC/FTC/FAC/FCKTL disclaimer that no, I didn’t get anything out of this, and yes, I would have been happy to have gotten something out of this, dammit, for future reference.
So, goodbye little Samsung, you served me well for two years, making me hate you nearly constantly for the past one, and I hope I never have to use you again!
Spent 6 hours in the truck today driving through snow and ice to get home from Wyoming, visiting my brother for the first time in 4 years or so. My boss just texted me and said that he was going up into the mountains (only a two or three hour drive one way, though) to one of our dams and wanted me to come with him and could we meet at 6 tomorrow morning? Of course, I say yes to things like that, even when I’m already travel-shocked. At least it’s not supposed to snow.
This is where we stayed for most of the time. A good time was had by all, except that the kids down the canyon were complete dicks, starting their party at midnight every day and stopping at 4… but who wants to sleep whilst on vacation? More later, probably, but I think tonight shall be a designated “sleep night.”
I’m off to Utah for a few days to sit on a boat in some canyons and drink rum and tonic water in various combinations. Don’t do anything
I wouldn’t do stupid while I’m gone. If you catch Ebola please cover your mouth when you sneeze. Might could expect some pictures by the end of next week, but don’t count on it. The motto of Houseboat is “Start easy and then just taper off.”
Oh, also, “Happy birthday to me!” “Thanks, me!” “Me, you’re starting to get old.” “Nonsense, the doctor told me the other day that he didn’t think you needed to get your blood screened for high cholesterol and the like until you were 30.” “Wow, me, considering the last 3 years have passed in such a blur, what makes you think the next 3 won’t?” “Stop thinking about that and just go enjoy Powell!” “Sounds like a plan.”
This is what is currently in the “being read” pile. Not counting the couple books that were in it that were done, and so got put away before the picture. All the airplane and tank books are out because a) I’m a plane geek and b) to look for paint schemes for Dropzone Commander, the rulebook for which can also be seen.
That’s 12 wood-pulp books and 6 magazines (and now that I think about it, there’s another couple magazines on the headboard, and we’re not even counting the bibles and devotionals and hymnal…), and who knows how many things are in the Kindle…
I upgraded my Reading Rainbow kickstarter to 10 bucks from 5, so I could get some stickers. To upgrade my Camouflage, of course.
Went out into the yard this morning and just sort of wandered back and forth, stunned. If I need to remind you, this is what it looked like before. I am not sure I’m going to be able to handle not having to go out and shovel and rake and pick up rocks for hours on end every day.
Scotch. Maybe bourbon. Two days in a row of getting up at 4am to go out and survey is two days too many.
Today I learned how to bring out the worst in the voice in my head. Driving to work, in the dark, in a “record rain,” on the interstate, where they’re doing 10 miles of road construction, where there aren’t any lines to speak of. The oncoming traffic didn’t even need to have their brights on.
A car with U.S. Virgin Islands license plates.
That’s an epic road trip.
Large quantities of
rum muscle relaxants. That may look like a rum and coke… but don’t worry, I think I’ve diluted the coke to non-lethal levels.
Yesterday I spent an hour with my foot jammed on the go pedal on the lawnmower (finally got it to run again), resulting in a massive cramp in the leg that woke me up in the middle of the night. So bad it was still sore this morning.
Today I climbed up and down my dam, took an hour or two to do the data entry, came home, and climbed up and down a ladder in 95 degree heat to install light fixtures in the shop at the new house. 11 fixtures in a 20×60 structure–maybe not decadent levels of light, but immeasurably more than the ONE fluorescent light fixture in the old house’s garage. Best part is, they were all free, given to us by our handyman friend, who took them from another job where the people were just going to throw them away.
But 5 hours of ladders after a couple hours of climbing up a steep dam after a horrid leg cramp means I think I would feel better if I got an amputation… hence the rum.