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Friday, April 24, 2020

Intemperance on parade

Practically everyone has had enough of this democrat-styled dictatorship. As for myself, King Wolf and his gender-dysphoric minion have ordered me shuttered-in-place with 2,000 musical compact discs. Oh, darn!

The metric tonnage of vinyl albums are being ever so slowly but surely transferred to Taylor World in Knoxville, TN. I offered them to a local gal but she did not respond in the affirmative.

It wasn't so long ago that I could not function without WILK radio in my ear. But then that same gal went and moved on. These days, it's as if WILK no longer exists, nor did it ever. Not that it's the end of the world or anything.

The food supply is disappearing. The shelves are looking a tad bare. Shouldn't be too long before a food riot breaks out resulting in the looting of flat-screens.

When the funk is the Elon Musk imaginary flotilla leaving for Mars? If we don't get on with it soon, we'll have to wait on global warming to eradicate the virus. That's the latest bunkum making the boob tube rounds, that heat will combat the virus. Yeah, and Al Gore invented the Xbox!?!

Let's be serious, people. Most of the people I've known cannot handle 5 miles or so on a bicycle. Or 10 or so in a kayak. A minute or two throwing punches. But we'll all be able to handle the rigors of ascent, weightlessness and descent?

I sent my father an email asking how he was doing procuring foodstuffs and such during the big, bad pandemic. You know, plus the restraints of the Unabomber camping regimen. After some poking around, I learned that the rural library providing internet access was also shuttered until further notice. Figures!

I have a fast-approaching appointment with the neurologist. Great, I'll actually have to wear a mask, something I thought would not happen. Me, making like the effeminate snowflakes. How effing embarrassing.

Time for some New York Dolls. Perhaps some Breaking Glass.

Later







Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Cannabis Care PA

Dude, can I borrow your roach clip?

Yeah, It's medicine. (wink, wink)

One-liners.

not so long-winded of late...

I learned as a boy that the quickest forms of social-distancing were fighting and high-sticking. Oh, and the most enjoyable.

Have at it.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

2900 miles west of Wilkes-Barre #1

This is what can happen when teaming up to make children is easier than keeping the team together for the purposes of raising them:

Kindergarten---Ferry school, Shelton, CT
1st grade--------Oxford elementary, Oxford, CT
2nd grade------St. John's, Wilkes-Barre, PA
------------------Bradley school, Derby, CT
3rd grade------Bradley school
4th grade------Bradley school
-----------------Courtright school, W-B, PA
5th grade------Franklin school, Ansonia, CT
-----------------Irving school, Derby, CT
6th grade------Mead school, Ansonia, CT
7th grade------Mead School
8th grade------Lincoln school, Derby, CT
-----------------St. John's, W-B, PA
9th-12th grade---Coughlin High, W-B, PA

Always on the move when mom and step-dad try to kill each other all over again. Always the newbie. Always led to fisticuffs. Always wanted to stay put. Always wondered.

All done whining out loud.

Later

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Your vertically-obese child

I've been buggered many times about resuming this blogging misadventure, but I knew I'd just aggravate people all over again being that I'm blunt, insensitive and juvenile on both my best and worst of days...and here we are. My first attempt included my mention of the end of civilization being 'a hoot' even though people were expiring all over the place. Upon reflection, I figured the listing of untimely deaths as that aforementioned H-word would get me climbing the hate charts with a bullet.

Speaking of bullets, being that democrats refuse to "waste a crisis," we can no longer acquire any. Gee, that sounds really, really constitutional, people are sick, your rights are suspended until further notice. now go copy a name from a weathered tombstone and vote for Joker Biden by mail. Thrice, that is.

Anyway, I had a point. being that I have grandsons facing the virus-toting public in supermarkets every day I ought to cool it with the snide remarks so as to not Invite the wrath of karma. Then I learned the virus had already struck close to home by taking my aunt here in Wilkes-Barre.

Perhaps FEMA should pay some crop-dusters to bomb u with Lysol because this is beyond stupid already. They order us to shelter in place unless we need to go somewhere. Yeah, that'll work. Until we call for a toilet paper flash riot. Trust me, I'm good with social distancing since I'm normally an anti-social type. People suck, so why not avoid them as a general rule?

Then there's this growing outcry that the feds, FEMA and POTUS have not done enough to protect us. Really? What about the health care professionals? Did they have anything more proactive than begging ang praying for help? according to the Facebook illuminati they should all be newly elevated saints. As if.

But, Bernie Sanders is out. All is not lost. Go out and get some bagels.

Blunt, insensitive and juvenile...but enough about me. Your vertically-obese child.

Later