Spent the afternoon in Geiger Counter Guy’s shop making arsenic caps. This is a painstakingly tedious process involving many steps of hand work to convert what was once hundreds of squirt bottle caps to hundreds of things that can test the arsenic content of water with test strips. It truly defines the word mind-numbing.
Which is why I’m usually so happy GC Guy has a Sirius subscription. And since I was in there by myself, I could pick the channel. I kept trying to find a news channel that wasn’t all-inaugural-all-the-time. In vain.
I’m pushing sixty years old. This is the fourteenth or fifteenth time in my life a president has been inaugurated, and I don’t ever recall such a big deal being made of it. Is it just my memory being selective in self defense? Last time, I kind of understand. There was a big change of management, and it was the first time for a black guy. Okay. But even so I don’t remember the first one being this inescapable.
I’m a frickin’ hermit in the frickin’ desert, and even I know what frickin’ Michelle Obama will be wearing to the frickin’ ball. That’s just wrong.