For use when I really don’t have time to figure out to what category the post should belong.
By way of George on Facebook:
I did alright. You try and pronounce each word correctly as you read this out loud.
First; congratulations on the Hugo Award John Scalzi.
Second; Wow.
Written eight years ago and I am just now learning about that post.
Both facebook and twitter are down. At least for me. Anyone else with this problem?
Update: Okay, now they are back.
Granted, it was nothing like what I videoed on Thursday night. Indeed, it was rather tame by most standards. Yet it knocked out my power around 9:00 PM and I did not see it restored until 3:00 AM. And then only after I finally managed to get to my power company’s webpage to report the outage. I figured they were working on it; I had flickers of power throughout the night so I did not immediately try to contact them. And when I did attempt my cell phone had a hell of a time getting to the site.
In the end, it is 7 hours of electricity for which I do not have to pay!
Oh, and I also picked up a new wireless router. My old beast, at least 11, maybe 12 years aged, finally stopped working properly. I could connect to it, but I could not get the internet except through a network cable from one of its ports. So I am now a proud owner of a much newer – and faster – wireless router! Hell, I did not realize how much slower the old beast was; my emails download at almost 8 times the speed. The real test was upgrading my new TVs software – what took over half an hour on the old router took all of 8 minutes on my new router! I was so happy that I did my happy dance. Thankfully I was not in public. I did scare my cats. It took them 24 hours before they would show themselves to me.
Everybody is a critic.
Right after filming this video the hail started falling and the wind picked up.
I did not want to freak out the cats with vacuuming after all the scrubbing I did on the floors. Yeah, I have a heart. Who knew? So, instead I finished some laundry, took a shower, and made the high bachelor gourmet meal of baked beans with sliced hot dogs! Sheldon would be pleased.
Well, maybe not. It was in beans, not in spaghetti.
Not that you can tell. Damn linoleum is older than me. I cannot tell I scrubbed them on my hands and knees. But I know they are clean, and that makes me feel content. I can confidently walk on them barefoot and not worry about having some nasty bacterial infection decide to attach itself to my soles.
Now comes the part that my cats hate: vacuuming!
Speaking of cats; Cinnamon, who has been hiding since the start of the floor scrubbing, has now decided to come out and say hi. Is she in for a surprise. She will hate me for the rest of the day, that is for sure.
