Day EightyFuck... hang on, scrolling back... Day EightyFour: See that wasn't so hard now was it. Funny thing, Day EightyFuck just happened to ba Humpday... Yes, another Wednesday. Heather woke up, I woke up, Heather got ready for work, I went back … See More
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First I would like to say to Facebook: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!!! If you are offended by this please continue to read this it might help you adjust your sensitivity level to something more appropriate of friendship status on my account. So I will start off with Day EightyFour, write on that for a few hours and then have Facebook tell me I wrote too much and not get me an opportunity to fix that by editing my post... seems they will tell you it's too long when you push the post button... they can't post it... AND as a bonus feature apparently it's beyond their ability to allow you to actually correct the problem by simply editing your post because: it didn't post so it's not there to edit... and it's left you with only a small box, outlined in red with your 1st sentence and the ... See More box which doesn't actually work to let you see more... it does nothing. Hell I wouldn't even mind tooo much typing it all in again if I could take a screen shot and redo it... now I have to remember what I wrote and do it all over again... but this time when I write it I won't be in such a good mood. Did I mention FUCK YOU FACEBOOK!!!? When I'm finished doing that entry and loosing it secondly I will post this entry ranting about how narrow minded the Pricks at Facebook are... then I will try to re-enter that monster post about day 84. THIS I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE (As it's Facebook's Logic behind the decision to put a fucking limit to the text you post with having an option to edit said post to conform to their stupidity...) Yes... Here is their reason the limit is set how its
"If you're curious how Facebook arrived at this seemingly random number, Facebook engineer Bob Baldwin explained to ZDnet, “I set the exact limit to something nerdy. Facebook … Face Boo K … hex(FACE) - K … 64206 - 1000 = 63206." In other words, Baldwin calculated the number using the hexadecimal numeral system: The hexadecimal value of "FACE" is 64,206. Then, Baldwin subtracted "K," or "kilo-" (the prefix for 1,000), to arrive at 63,206."
FUCKING DICKS HEADS!
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Day EightyFuck... hang on, scrolling back... Day EightyFour: See that wasn't so hard now was it. Funny thing, Day EightyFuck just happened to be Humpday... Yes, another Wednesday. Heather woke up, I woke up, Heather got ready for work, I went back <<<BTW This is how much of the 80,000+ character post I was able to recover>>> to sleep, Heather left the house and closed the door and I woke up again and thought about grabbing a shower... I went back to sleep. The alarm went off, ya, I have to get up, I went back to sleep... the boy came down stairs and I said good morning and thought that I should really make breakfast... I went back to sleep, 15 minutes passed, I woke up, AND THEN... you know what I did? Nope, I got the fuck up and took that shower I was going to take 3 hours ago. Then I made Breakfast. It was doctors appointment day, we went to pick up sidekick to take him into town. When we got to the doctor's office Lawson and I waited in the car... It was at this point that he told me that the Minecraft session with his teacher was in about a half an hour... Umm.. ok. So I made the iPhone a hotspot and got his iPad connected to the internet... he spent the first while looking up all the info for his login... looks like the teacher told him to ask his parents... lol I can't remember my own shit never mind the 10,000's of passwords and accounts he has. Pretty sure the school/teacher should be fielding account and password issues since it's the same one he uses at school. Anyway long story short... APPLE SUCKS, the connection was shit and he kept getting punted before the game could even get running. Have to try again when we got home. Eventually sidekick emerged from the doctors. Time to restock the fridge... Off to Your Independent Grocers in Timmins (they really need full credit for this)... now the boy doesn't need anymore COVID exposure. He stayed in the car, window down a crack, water bowl on the floor and iPad in hand... he's good like that, knows we are just inside and can tell strangers to go fuck themselves. Sidekick and I get to the front door... This is where we are accosted by the Fucking COVID Nazi Patrol... "Are you together?" And I'm thinking we aren't fucking each other up that ass or anything if that's what you mean... but it came out of my mouth as: "We came in the same car, why?" - Well let me tell you, I'm all for minimizing risk and following the rules but fuck... apparently they are letting mentally challenged millennials who are math impaired make rules... no logic involved, not even flawed logic... it's must have been a grouping random thought that might piss people off all put in a hat and selected one by one as random drawing and put into affect as the new COVID Policies. APPARENTLY Rule 1 states that if you drive all the way from Matheson and pickup someone that can't get into town because you are concerned for their well being... you may not enter the store at the same time... one person must do all their shopping and the other must wait at the door and then when the first person comes out, the second person can go in... OK THANKS... that Doubles our risk of getting COVID Shopping at your store... rather than being exposed to all the people that are in the store for the next half an hour while we shop, we are now exposed to all the people that are in there for the first half hour and all the people that are in there for the next half hour... fuck why don't I just shake everyone's hands on the way in while I wait. Fucktards. We didn't go there to hang out like teenagers at the fucking mall... I need to get some fucking food... and you know what... the shit that we eat isn't the same as the shit that sidekicks eats... that stuff will kill you... I don't even see him when we go in... we are both adult... and for the most part even if we don't remember where the car is parked, we know kinda what it looks like and can wander around until we find it if someone points us towards the parking lot, we will rondi-vous there as long as neither of us catch the COVID in the store and drop dead on the spot. Let's just say we, unbeknown to ourselves had the COVID and brought it to the store... same thing, only one at a time... we now have contact with twice as many people... all the people that were in the store from 11-11:30 AND all the people that were in the store from 11:30-12... fucking stupid. So if you were there between those time today you might want to get tested. OK so we've al least doubled our risk of both contracting COVID at the YIG and double the Risk of Spreading the disease, thank you very much management. We get in the door. What all that and you haven't even started to shop yet? NOPE. We get in the door I go do my shopping... I perimeter shop... basically there is almost nothing you need in the isles. However there are the odd thing here and there you have to reach in for... which leads me to the directional arrow on the floor... dear lord give me strength... and you were wondering about the half hour comment earlier... I know you were... What the hell is he buying that takes half and hour to shop for? My trips are normally 10 minutes or so tops. SO... with the Arrow gem we are increasing the Risk of COVID another three fold for ourselves and everyone else in the store. See that fucking jar of Mayo 12 feet down this isle with an arrow pointing this way? Ya, now I have to walk to the far side of the store, past all the people waiting in the checkout line (like I need that) and all the way back... now my handicap ass doesn't like all that walking in the first place but now I find myself in the Dog Food Isle... what the fuck am I doing in the Dog Food Isle... I don't own a fucking dog... great we've just doubled my risk again because I'm on some kind of magical tour of the grocery store seeing places I've never seem before like I'm on Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean E Ticket ride... ya keep your hands in the boat you are floating through the sea of COVID19. And then you have chuckle Monkey standing there reading ingredient on the back of the dog food bag like there are health issues and a dog's life at stake here... good to see he's at least concerned about the dogs health I guess... I look in his cart... fuck I was standing there for 10 minutes waiting to get by (yes he parked his cart on one side of the isle and was standing on the other side... which would normally be a wide enough isle to pass in and still leave 6 feet but not once you force people to go between your cart and yourself... likely the same idiot that took up 3 parking spaces in the lot outside), like I said I look in his cart because I have time to kill and needed to know what fuels stupidity these days... apparently it's frozen pizza, canned spam and furniture polish... because hey, what meal isn't complete without a lemony tasting treat from a spray can for dessert. So 3 hours later I finally get the fucking jar of Mayo and continue around the outside of the isles... Oh but I have to mention, they've solved the problem with shit selling out and empty shelves... not a problem anymore... if you raise the prices high enough people will leave it on the shelf and only buy what they need to get by... they use to call that price gouging... now it's a form of stupidity control. You know what they can do with ground beef at $15 bucks a kilo? Yup exactly... give me the fresh salmon, it's cheaper (I use the term fresh loosely, we have no fresh food in the north)... kinda not so much frozen anymore and only smelling a little funky would be a more accurate description. The COVID Store rant went on for a while but since this is the 2nd time I've typed this out I'm going to cut it short. TBC
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We went for lunch at The Pick of the Crop, they normally have something warm at a decent price behind the counter... for a dollar or so more than a burger joint's value meal it's much better food and you can get what ever size serving you want. HOWEVER... Sidekick made the mistake of asking what something was today... "Buffalo Chicken" - I look over at it... sorry I had to ask... "So What makes that <Buffalo> Chicken?"... the girl looked at me with a puzzled look on her face... the chef had obviously not informed the waitstaff as to the finer details of the days menu... "um... they have breading on them..." - Ya sorry sunshine, unless you are grinding up actual buffalo in the back and using that to bread your chicken with, breading is not a "Buffalo" thing and in no way constitutes the use of the term "Buffalo"... Buffalo chicken isn't breaded, it isn't little compress patties of some type of fowl and they are hot and saucy. There was nothing about these things that had anything to do with Buffalo, be it the City or the animal. 100% Fail... you want to tell me they are chicken nuggets, I'm fine with that... I still wouldn't eat them but I'm not going to lose my fucking mind over it... I got some for the boy, he enjoyed them... but they were not Fucking <<<BUFFALO>>> anything. People throw that term around here like it's some kind of prestigious thing... fuck, have you been to Buffalo? Seriously... Buffalo chicken wings were scrap food that wasn't fit to serve the customers... ya, we're all completely loaded, what's left over in the kitchen tonight? There is no prep work, they aren't breaded, they are tossed in sauce when they come out of the deep fryer, hot sauce... there are no mild buffalo wings (well no mild up here standard of mild)... and people ask you here, would you like your Buffalo Wings breaded or plain, bone in or boneless, hot med, or mild, honey garlic sauce or BBQ... it's like Fuck Off... these are not options of Buffalo Chicken... go to the Anchor Bar website and order some Buffalo Chicken if you want some... they will freeze that shit and mail it to you. And then it was noon. TBC
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I'm sure there was more to that chicken rant too but... so we went the fuck home. OK we didn't go directly home, we stopped by the farm for eggs and dropped off sidekick. Lawson was able to log in and play some Minecraft with the teacher and class... apparently there is no french word for gate... that word kept sticking out in the conversation they were having... it disturbs me when I'm listening to someone speak in a different language and then English words just appear... like at least say it with an accent so it fits in. LOL I sent an Email to Heather at work... Hey, what the hell to you marinade the salmon in? No response... apparently it's a secret OR as per usual the internet is shit up here too. Rainy Days = Shit Internet... they can't fix it, they have tried... only solution... um, try again tomorrow. But that's a rant for another day. She got home and took care of the fish and tried again to teach me to cook rice. Long story, if I touch it something always goes wrong, honest, not my fault (once I used the rice cooker, went by the instructions exactly, half way through cooking the rice expanded to the point it lifted the lid off the cooker and the rice stopped cooking... APPARENTLY when the instructions say "One Cup" they meant one of their special cups that came with the cooker, not an actual measured cup. And no the cup wasn't with the cooker by then) - I watched... I don't eat rice, why learn to cook it now... can't see it being a useful future skill. I know, I could become the next Great Rice Cook of the North... ya OK. All in all Lawson was a pretty good kid today and put up with a lot of being hauled around and left left to sit in the car too much... So I tried to make it up to him by playing some more of that game with him... once again at 8:00 he packed it in and went to bed... I might be starting to like this game... any game boring enough to put him to sleep can't be half bad. AND THEN I started to write this mess 5 hours ago... no, I'm not checking it for errors at this point, speeling or otherwise... just struggle through it, I know you can. Did I mention FUCK FACEBOOK?
Rod Turnbull
Heather wanted me to read this to her when I was done... she doesn't seem to be awake... maybe she wanted to check the content and edit it for social issue... meh I'm afraid there isn't much hope for these posts or the person making them... not enough hours in the day to fix that kinda stuff. LOL
