Plans

No band practice tomorrow. Singer has the flu. I did order a new reverb pedal today so that’s music progress or something.

The forecast is calling for clear skies at sunrise tomorrow. Should I take the camera to the coast and chase the sunrise? The forecast also calls for the temperature to be in the mid-20’s. Yeah, that would be a no thank you.

Should I Scream?

Should I scream?Yeah, I think I should scream.Screaming would likely help a little.Yes, I agree. Screaming would make me feel a tiny bit better.Okay, then. Let's scream.Yes. Let's scream.(Insert sound of deranged screaming here)

Rob (@robj1971.bsky.social) 2025-03-20T19:51:21.955Z

Robin waits for me to pause for a breath and then asks if I’m done being a jack ass or not?

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.

Random Cats

While I stress over the death rattle of my dishwasher (friggin’ thing) and the coup that put a nazi dictator into the white house, I try to compensate and make myself feel better about everything by taking bad photos of cats.

198/365

There, don’t you feel better now?