I never before realized that so many things that break are in fact fixable. What can I say, I was raised in this throw-away society of ours where broken objects, especially electronic, are quickly tossed without question. When you take some time to examine something "broken" it seems all too often it is something rather trivial to fix. Yesterday I fixed my dad's Rotozip, then I used it to cut tiles in the bathroom so I can put in some new electrical outlets. The switch inside the Rotozip had somehow melted, pulling the switch contact away from the power contact. I chiseled away at the deformed plastic and got the contact back in place and put the thing back together--problem solved. It was broken, now it works fine. It's like getting something for nothing just after you thought all was lost.

Posted by ra in main at 22:08 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

What is it with these stupid fucking spammers who can't even figure out how the fuck their own spamming software works? Lately I keep getting spam with sender addresses like: {%NAME_FROM}.

C'mon dipshits! If you're going to spam people, at least put a little effort into it and try to do it right! How likely do you think someone is to open an email from %NAME_FROM??

Posted by ra in rants at 17:56 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)

So why am I just now figuring this out? I think it's only been in the last year or two that I've come to this realization. Any more when I think of eating a meal at Wendy's or McDonalds or Taco Bell, etc; I sometimes lose my appetite. Probably because I start thinking of how I feel after I eat at those places (not so great). Sometimes I'll get a craving for some fast food that we don't have as often, like Arby's or Burger King, and that will sound good at first, but after I eat it I realize it's just as bad as the rest-- I must have forgotten.

So these days when I get hungry for a good meal I think of something we can make at home, or a dish at a decent restaurant. Does that mean I'm getting old?

Interesting to note that I still like pizza from pretty much anywhere except Marions, which I never did like. (rabbit turd sausage--ick)

Posted by ra at 00:36 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)