Whatever

Computer says Starting Java so bang on.

Mornin

 

when they scribble your name on the cup, that’s JavaScript….

 

Coffee break…

 

Morning whatever's

Head is finally clearing up this morning, much better. Not 100%, but getting there. Yesterday was terrible, let me tell ya. Didn't have the will to do much at all so I just laid around and binge watched Netflix. I watched the entire 10 part Dahmer series in one sitting. All I gotta say is holy fuck! Then tired to watch the entire season 2 of Beastars, but got tired and finally went out at 12:30am... I may or may not go to work tomorrow, who knows.

 

Usually where I find myself after cleanin’ fish in the Holiday Inn bathtub.

 

It's funny to me that, instead of having the person that owns that tablet send you the pictures, so you could upload them as actual files to insert into the reply; you took pictures of their screen with your phone to upload them as files to insert into the reply.

 

Jeffery’s bologna really did have a first name.

 

How’s THAT for Quirky??

he prolly IS the owner of the tablet.

 

Dude when he was frying up and eating that guys body part I just about lost it.

 

Is it hot?

 

Not really hot but very flavorful with a slight kick. I just tried it for the first time and it was so good I even put it on my Apple Jacks this morning.

 

Glad you're recovering ... I watched the first of the Dahmer series ... I couldn't do any more, too creepy for me. So I'm impressed, sorta.

 

Story Time…

Years ago my buddy, the surgeon, and I went climbing in Yosemite for two weeks. We climbed, we slept on the ground, we ate Mexican sardines out of cans with chiles and oil, we handled dirty ropes and aluminum carabiners, etc….

we did not bathe.

So we return the rental car at the airport, but our flight doesn’t leave ‘til the a.m. We’re getting ready to get a taxi, when we realize the hotel we’re staying at is just across the highway, the divided 6 lane highway with fences and bushes. Being mountain men, we strap our giant, duct taped, filthy haul bags full of climbing gear on our disgustingly greasy selves, climb the chain link and proceed to Frogger it through traffic over to The Ritz.

As the giant automatic doors to the glistening marble lobby glide open, the concierge about pulls a hammy running to intercept us. There’s some discussion about signs and directions to the shelter when my buddy interrupts with: “I’m Dr. ___, we have a suite reserved.”


That room looked like somebody rebuilt a Volkswagen in it when we left….

 

These fuckers are out there right now.

 

Quirky + ... a real OverQuirker.

 

He likes to quirk off.

 

It only got worse from there...


I don't know why, but stuff like that don't bother me. It was actually a well put together series. But, not for the faint of heart (no pun intended) apparently.