RANT: Spent over an hour on ChatGPT trying to get this fucking pet feeder working. I'll spare all the detailed steps but it ended up saying that I'm doing everything right, the feeder won't stop trying to connect to the old wifi and to fix it, get an iphone. Did I mention that I FUCKING HATE electronics?
My kids wonder why I keep my old 70's stereo equipment around and listen to radio stations. It is for just this reason. Last night the Firestick could not connect to the wifi amongst other problems. I just turned on some music and told everyone to go fuck themselves I was not going to fix it.
Canada - why you gotta dump all your wildfire smoke on us?? I hate waking up every morning wondering if I’m getting sick or if it’s just the way my throat feels when the aqi is over 100.
Rave: I finally got this broken bolt out, from last summer. Rant: Good lord that sucked. I probably spent 14 hours hunched over that engine, trying to get the fucking thing out. I really want to sell it and buy an outboard powered boat. Fuck that tiny engine compartment.
RAVE: Week off this week. Got drunk. Just put a brisket on the smoker and poured myself yet another big fucking spicy caesar. More to come. Life is good.
RANT: The pellet auger on my smoker got all choked up. I had to pull out all the pellets and clean that fucker up, while pretty shitfaced. Not fun. What the hell dude.
It depends on the level of drunk but sometimes you hit that perfect "Shit happened. Handle it" like last weekend when I was feeling really good, walked in and half the house was flooded (thankfully the old side) because I knocked a cap off the Miele washer when cleaning out the lint trap.
Rant: Bent over to pick up some hay off the ground and feed it to the goats only to feel something cold, soft, and wet with my fingertip. A fucking feral cat visitied our yard in the night apparently. If it's a neighbor's cat, they better keep it closer to home. Otherwise the free ranging/ feral cat population around here is generally kept in check by the coyotes, foxes, or inability to run 1200 fps.
Rant: Fucking cineplex. Fucking small town work camp life. Cineplex doesn't like to own there buildings, our small town was one of 3 i think, that actually owned there build. They wanted to sell the building, well someone bought it and kicked them out. This place made nothing but money because there is nothing to do here.
Rant?/ Rave?: I just found out my brother is dead. He was found in his truck*, which had been running for days, in Pennsylvania. On one hand, I'm really glad he's dead, because he was a huge piece of shit; he betrayed my dad and I MANY times, and we always forgave him. He made threats against Jungle Julia and members of my family. But on the other hand, he was my brother, and I wanted to confront him/ make amends with him. Now I'll never get closure. I guess that makes me a selfish asshole, but I already knew that. However, I've done this before, and it probably wouldn't have turned out well. That's what history has proven. He was one of the smartest guys I ever knew, but he kept doing dumb shit. I'm waiting on the autopsy results. *He was an over-the-road trucker. EDIT: He was 54.