Let me start with a bit of background information. There was a hole in a wall in my house. Yes, I put it there. And yes, it was on purpose. Sure, I had no idea how I would fix it once it was there, but I forged ahead anyway, hoping that things would just magically work out in the end. Turns out I didn’t need magic, just awesomeness, of which I have plenty.
I just spent two and a half hours changing the transmission oil in my tractor. It’s a job that would probably take a professional about 30 minutes, but when you combine ineptitude and the wrong tools, well, you get the longer time frame. What a horrible experience. When I finished, there were tools and oil splattered all about the garage. After throwing away the 18 completely saturated oil rags, boxing up the extra parts I had leftover, and removing most of the metal shavings that were embedded in my hand, I went in for a shower where I managed to snort a good amount of soap up my nose. If there existed a list of things that were pleasant to put up your nose, soap would NOT be on that list.
In the end, everything turned out fine, at least as far as the tractor is concerned. I, on the other hand, inhaled enough transmission oil fumes to fuel a small country. While it wasn’t as painful as the soap up my nose, it was still most likely not all that good for me.
I am running out of things to do at an alarming pace. I’ve read over 100 books the past few years. I’ve played all of the guitar I can play, which is a lot. I’ve played all of the piano I can play, which is NOT alot. And I think I am almost to the end of the Internet. Oh, and I’ve mastered the art of being awesome.
Now that the end is near, I have started doing random and often useless things like changing the navigation bar on this site for absolutely no reason and crawling around under other people’s houses looking for kittens, but I realize that gravy train isn’t going to last forever, no sir. What will I do at that point? I guess I could mow my lawn which is roughly 13 feet tall thanks to the endless rain we have been getting. Way to go Mother Nature. Haven’t you ever heard the saying about moderation? Or I could come up with some more great ideas, like the one that hit me the other day while a strange dog was eating cat food on my porch. I thought to myself, hey, someone should make a website for lost pets where people can go post lost pets and even found pets and you could search in your zip code, upload pictures and all kinds of awesome stuff and there would be millions of people that would use it and I would make a fortune off of advertising space but then I did a search on Google and found that there were already about 16,000 sites exactly like that.
Crap.
I guess I could go watch TV or something.
My financial program is getting a bit out of date and rather than paying for an upgrade to something that just came with my computer in the first place, I decided to setup a Quicken Online account because it seemed like a good idea. And it’s free. So I signed up, put in my checking account information and there was an immediate warning that not only would I run out of money in six days, but I would be $1600 in the hole. Not being one to miss the subtle warning signs of impending disaster, I decided to take swift and forceful action. I immediately deleted the account, then signed out.
Problem solved.
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