Once in awhile you get a great idea for a cake decoration.
He's only 25 once.
Men, boys - especially the boys - read this email, which I found in my spam folder this afternoon.
It's important to read it thoroughly.
But first, read this:
Even if you've been poking around on naughty websites, and especially if you feel guilty about it, remember this: These creeps have nothing on you. They blast these messages out to every email address with a pulse and hope some poor vulnerable soul reads it, listens to the guilt already stirring within and gives in to their demands for money. That's all they want, is money. Don't give it to them. They can't do a thing to you; they have not been recording your actions. They just want to play the guilt and fear you feel for money.
If you feel bad about what you've done, that's fine. Guilt is your soul's way of prompting you to quit your behavior. Concentrate on changing your behavior rather than listening to that pathetic, greedy voice that got lucky in finding a guilty soul with their shitty email. Don't give them money; that's all they care about.
Don't believe me? Talk with someone you trust. If you're religious, talk to your religious adviser. Talk with your spouse, your parents, a trusted teacher or anyone else you know will tell you the truth. Get help from people who know you and love you and care about you. Don't listen to the empty threats of some Internet jerk who's only trolling around for money.
People have killed themselves out of guilt and fear after they got a message like this. If you're having such thoughts, call the Suicide and Crisis Hotline at 988 now. They're there 24 hours a day.
I'm a religious person and believe sincerely that the worth of souls is great in the eyes of God.
Things my dogs bark at:
1. Squirrels
2. Birds
3. Leaves
4. The absence of squirrels
5. The great dane next door who will one of these days burst through the fence rather than leap to cling to the top of it to bark back
6. Squirrels
7. Random oxygen molecules
8. Cosmic rays
9. Me, if they forget I've left the room
10. Anyone else, if they forget they've left the room
11. The great dane next door even though they don't like the fact it can leap up and perch on the fence to bark back at them
12. Squirrels
13. Each other
14. Nothing in particular
15. Those stupid squirrels
16. Those STUPID squirrels
I need a vacation. And not just a vacation vacation.
I need a wizard to leave a queer mark on my bright green door declaring to all who read it: "Burglar wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward."
That kind of vacation.
Here's what I've hidden in the past few days:
A Sailor's Wife -- general ragebait.
Conservative Byte by WJ -- conservative crapola.
Russian Foreign Ministry -- propaganda.
Althea Riley -- conservative crapola.
Your Nation -- general asshattery.
Brietbart -- black belt asshattery.
Again, less time spent on social media lately.
Still, my Kindle Fire is the device that shows me the most crap I end up hiding. My desktop experience is getting better by degrees. My Samsung phone still remains the best.
1. I will hide pages first, people I have encountered only online second, and people I have met in meat space only on rare occasions. The first two won't care that I've hidden their stuff. But meat space people are meat space people.
2. I will be ecumenical. I may hide crap from one political party more than another, but crap from both sides will be hidden.
3. Legitimate news sites will not be hidden, even if I don't agree with their politics.
So more than a year ago I bought a coil of ethernet cable for some random projects around the house, the biggest being stringing some wire from our solar power controller on the north side of the house to where our router is on the south side of the house.
I was rearranging some things in the study today and decided today was the day.
And man do I suck at snaking wire.
I had hoped to use some speaker wire that was in the ceiling already to pull the new cable through, but that wire was really stuck. So I went to the old standby, poking holes in the walls so I could fish the cable through.
I did succeed in getting the wire mostly snaked -- I have to finish by getting it from the pantry into the crawlspace under the bathroom and then out the side of the house toward the power controller. Then I have to actually get the solar power company to come and connect the cabling, since I'm not allowed to poke the innards of the device.
More than a decade ago, as part of a furnace installation in our basement, I ran some ethernet cable through the ceiling in the study so I could have a wired connection between my printer and the computer.
A few years ago things stopped working, shortly after I hung some pictures, so I thought I'd skewered the cable with a nail.
Tonight I decided it was time to pull that cable and in the process snake a new one through the wall. But it also gave me an opportunity to test the nifty cable tester I got for Christmas.
I plugged things in and the tester told me the cable was good.
Not believing the lying tester, I turned off the wifi on my computer, plugged the cable into it and into the network switch I'm installing, and the cable worked just fine.
So there's less cable snaking I have to do as I build the network. Pretty cool.
And wow, the camera on my phone is terrible.
The Indiana and the Illinois units came over the barricade north of the railroad and captured a gun. Private James S. Adkins of the 33rd Illinois, exhilarated by the bloodless victory, leaped astride the gun tube, waved his elbows up and down at his sides, and crowed like a rooster. Then, curious, he tugged at the lanyard. The gun went off, hurling a shell close over the heads of the units coming up in support, and bucking Adkins head over heels into the dirt. Miraculously, no one was hurt.