Author: robertjames1971

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Jail

We are having work done in our kitchen today. Normally we keep the cats’ food and water in the kitchen but with the impending chaos I moved them into our bedroom.

While I was getting ready for work this morning, the two cats were hanging out in the bedroom with me. I took advantage of the situation to do something I am not proud of. When I left the room to go start work, I closed the door behind me and trapped the cats inside. Their food and water are in the room with them, and they can get to their litter box from there too.

So effectively… I have imprisoned them for the day. I am a mean and terrible cat owner. Shame on me.

Random Thoughts

I am wrapping up my lunch break on this random Wednesday in March and I thought I’d jot down a couple of thoughts for posterity. Ready? Okay, let’s roll….

  • Want to know something that sucks? I brought two ounces of Planters Salted Peanuts with me for lunch today (14 grams of protein). I took a small handful (my gastric bypassed body can’t handle more than a small handful at a time without getting sick) and popped it into my maw. I chewed it up a little (again, part of the post-gastric bypass world means chewing the holy hell out of everything, which sounds silly and obvious [like, didn’t you chew the holy hell out of everything before surgery? I thought I did, but apparently not] but until you fail to chew something down enough you can’t really understand) and suddenly and without warning I had to sneeze. Know what’s gross? Sneezing with a mouthful of partially chewed up peanuts… that’s what’s gross. Worse? 20 seconds after you sneeze, when you think you’ve recovered and cleaned up the mess… you sneeze again. Ugh.
  • Elon Musk posted to his nazi social media site that he didn’t understand why people are out to get him. He said he sells things that are good and that he’s never hurt anyone. Never hurt anyone? Are you fucking kidding me, you fucking moron? This nazi fucker’s end can’t come soon enough. Deport his moronic ass to mars and be done with it.
  • We have a contractor coming tomorrow. We have two contractors coming Friday. March 2025 will go down in family history as the month of the contractors. We just can’t get away from them. Please please please let this be the end of it for a while.
  • We are one week and one day away from the start of the Boston Red Sox 2025 season. No matter what happens, they can’t be any more painful to watch than the Bruins were this year. Even if they come in dead last again it still won’t suck as badly as the B’s. I’m thinking about signing up for an online subscription to NESN (the New England Sports Network. The TV network that carries both the Red Sox and the Bruins). I think my days of being a radio-only Red Sox fan might be coming to an end. I haven’t decided one way or the other yet, but I think it’s going to happen… we’ll see.
  • I don’t want to buy a tenor saxophone. I don’t want to buy a tenor saxophone. Did I mention I don’t want to buy a tenor saxophone? Who am I kidding. I want to buy a tenor saxophone. Only if it’s a good one though. Aw, hell.

Okay. I have to get back to work now. This is all I have time for right now. I’ll probably write up some more brain droppings later. It’s one of those days, if you know what I mean.

Parking Lot Worries

I work in a facility that has two buildings and two parking lots with one driveway leading to both. My company is in building two and we have other tenants on a couple of floors in building two and in all of building one.

This morning I was stopped at the stoplight outside of the driveway and I saw something concerning. Someone pulled into the facility in a tesla cybertruck. Apart from questioning the cybertruck owners politics (musk is a nazi) and taste (cyber trucks are the fugliest vehicles on the road) I immediately started to worry about my own car’s safety.

In recent weeks, teslas in general but more specifically cybertrucks (aka swasticars) have been targets for vandalism. Apparently someone even threw molotov cocktails at a tesla dealer in Las Vegas yesterday. While I don’t condone violence of any kind, I have to say that it couldn’t have happened to a nicer nazi billionaire, right? Still… knowing that there is a swasticar parking near where I park my car makes me worried that maybe that swasticar might spontaneously combust and cause damage to other, non-nazi, cars parked nearby? That would be terrible.

I did not see if the tesla went to my building’s parking lot or not. I think it went to the other building. I hope so. I kept my eyes pealed as I searched for a parking spot of my own just to make sure my little Kia wasn’t going to be anywhere near any dangerous swasticars. I am pretty sure my car is safe, but constant vigilance, you know? Stay safe out there.

Distract Me from Reverb.com

Okay… it’s a really good thing that the new episode of Daredevil came out on Disney+ about five minutes ago because I found myself on reverb.com tonight looking at tenor saxophones.

While they are nowhere near as expensive as electric guitars, they are on the pricey side and I do not have the money no way no how.

Stay away from reverb.com, Robert. Stay. Away.

Selmer Mark VII Tenor Saxophone… I played one when I was in high school and it’s still among the finest musical instruments I’ve ever been in the same room as. I really miss that high F# key.

Pissed Off Sequel Post

This post is a sequel to the pissy political post I put up yesterday. I feel like I am getting exponentially more upset over this topic thanks to social media. My bluesky feed has spent the last few days being bombed with posts discussing how the courts will save us or how the orange shit clown nazi fuck is extra awful for ignoring the courts.

Even the chief justice of the supreme court got into the discussion today in response to the nazi fuck saying basically that judges who rule against him should be impeached.

The chief justice of the same supreme court that ruled the sitting president is immune from prosecution for anything he does while acting as president which basically puts him legally above the law and within his rights to do any psychotic shit that he wishes, including laughing in the face of the courts when they rule against him felt justified to comment about how the courts and the executive branch interact.

Are you fucking kidding me, Roberts? You know, asshole, you had your chance to comment on this discussion not so long ago but instead you decided to let the fucking president become a fucking dictator. Fuck you, Roberts. Fuck you right in your mother fucking eyes.

I am shocked by how clueless so many americans are right now. I am extra shocked to see behavior like this by the man who is in charge of the ACTUAL GOVERNMENT BODY THAT MADE IT POSSIBLE.

Now now, donny, says the chief asshole of the supreme court of the nazi states of america, just because we made it legal for you to declare yourself dictator and do whatever the fuck you please doesn’t mean you should be a big old orange meanie to the poor wittle judges.

Fuck you, Roberts. Fuck you, you nazi fucking fuck.

In the Office Today

I am in the office today. I expect to be in the office tomorrow, at home on Thursday, and then in the office again on Friday. You are clearly beside yourself with fascination, I can see. Clearly.

I took a picture for today’s photo a day entry. Again, you are fascinated.

199/365

We called the contractor’s office who worked on our dishwasher over the last two weeks and demanded a refund. They sent out a tech to see what was wrong instead. He ripped our kitchen apart and found nothing wrong. Insert a frustrated sigh here. I ran the dishwasher twice last night and the error message did not return. The working theory is that something was partially blocking the outflow, possibly in the garbage disposal, and it just backed up into the dishwasher. Yeah, I guess. We’ll run the disposal before running the dishwasher and see how that works. Frankly I am still wanting to take the thing outside and run it over with the car. We’ll see how it goes for a while, but I don’t see myself trusting the little bastard any time soon.

Okay, I gotta run. Someone needs me to move some code out to a customer. I’ll get on that and talk to you folks later.