I had big plans for finishing that TF Patrol© and post it today. But it wasn’t meant to be. I did, however, get a lot done on it at work (SHHHH!) and put it on a floppy so I could finish it after work. Well, the laptop-from-hell decided it wouldn’t recognize the floppy drive. I’m doing good to have it recognize the keyboard half the time, so it wasn’t a real surprise. Disappointing though, to be sure.
If that was all that went wrong I wouldn’t think much about it. After all, I know it’s a POS. I should have known something was up when I went to work this morning. I had to go in early, before sunup. I have to drive about 30-40 minutes on very hilly and winding road. After I avoided the second deer I thought I was home-free. That’s when I went around a tight curve and hit the tree branch. I didn’t see it until a nanosecond before it hit the windshield.
*THWAAAAK*
This is a couple of miles past the second deer, remember. I freaked and thought I had hit an entire tree or something. It turned out that it was just a small limb on a pine tree that someone else had taken out with their rent-a-car. It didn’t even break the windshield, but Avis is going to have a hard time with the driver’s seat 
So I get to work only to find out that someone changed the schedule and didn’t bother to tell me. Hey, I’m already AT WORK at 0500 and they decided to slip things for a couple of hours. So I was in early with nothing much to do. Good time to work on the story, right? Wrong. The other POS that I’m using is an HP Kayak. If anyone’s ever used one, they will immediately start twitching and frothing at the mouth when they hear the name. With this one the video comes and goes, kinda like it’s shorting out the monitor or something. I finally sat there and watched it. I managed to put in a my Door’s CD and listened to LA Woman while the video put on a dazzling display for me.
Eventually I survived the day and started the drive home. This is a very dangerous time to drive here because of all the tourists. Those suckers don’t have any idea that someone is behind them and has to take a leak! Man, it was brutal. So I manage to pass this carload of blue hairs and come around another bend to nearly rear end this guy who had stopped in the road to take pictures. He was leaning out the driver’s window, you know, trying to take a picture over the top of his car? Well, I came up behind him with the binders on. I guess it scared him because it looked like his foot came off the brake and he started to roll back toward me. Yeah, he was holding one foot on the brake while he was half out the window. How do I know he was a tourist? Well, the camera and the Aloha shirt were pretty good clues, but parking in the middle of the road was a dead give away.
Speaking of dead, about this time along came that car full of angry blue hairs that I had blown blown by just minutes before. *sigh* I put the windows up, turned the air conditioner on and listened to G. Gordon Liddy for a few minutes. Eventually the blue hairs and the Aloha shirt joined up and went back in the other direction. Thank God for small favors.
Blue hairs, you ask? Why do I call them blue hairs? Come on, everyone’s seen a blue hair! You know, the little old grandma type ladies who try to bleach their hair white - but it comes out blue? Sure you’ve seen them. I really like the ones who don’t have a lot of hair to begin with, the real thin hair. So they bleach it blue and when they get a light behind them it looks like a bald woman with a fuzzy blue light around their head. I get a real kick out of that. Now Hal, on the other hand, likes them that way. Says they are the frisky ones. Whatever.
When I get home, the POS laptop won’t read my floppy and I didn’t want to start over with the story. That’s when I read my email. Let me tell you, the day went downhill from there. I spent nearly an hour writing a scathing reply to a particular individual only to decide that I should wait a day before I mail it. It’s a good one, but once I mail it I can’t get it back. I may still send it, but at least I feel a little better now.
That brings up something I would like to ask you. Have you ever been in a situation when someone would find ways to make thinly-veiled snide comments? Then when you say something about it, they get this "Who, me?" attitude? That really frosts me, I don’t know about you. I’d rather someone get in my face and tell me that I suck than to be a woos and pretend they didn’t say what I heard. Maybe you’ve seen me in action, maybe not. I will say this, though. I can hold my own in a p*ssing contest. Before it’s over, someone is going to have a wet pant leg and I don’t think it will be me.
I apologize for rambling like this but I wanted to welcome you to the resurrection of the Fort. Now that ben (gotta teach that guy about initial caps) is onboard you should get an update every now and then. I still have RL© issues that aren’t conducive to a regular update schedule but I’ll do what I can. Meanwhile, make yourself at home.
Speaking of updates, you can expect that ben and I will tell it like it is. We’ve already got some topics that you are sure to feel strongly about - one way or the other.
Thanks for stopping by! Y’all come back now, y’ hear?
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