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*sigh* Well, Easter weekend could have gone better. Not that I'm complaining about the company - I never met such a man for giving me nothing to complain about on a regular basis - but a couple of tactical errors and the vagaries of female biology made the weekend less good than other weekends of its kind.
The major tactical error was keeping Spike and Squish at home rather than parking them at their Granny's. I got a bit too optimistic after they proved they were capable of not spoiling my fun; but an afternoon is not the same as an overnight, and I failed to take into account that foxes have been fucking noisily under my windows all week. I don't know whether the explosions of hysterical barking put the foxes off their stride at all, but they were a pretty damn good mood breaker for me. Spike trying to break the bedroom door down was the icing on the cake.
I'd also like to add that the female reproductive system is the best argument against intelligent design I've ever come across. If this POS system was actually designed by anyone, it was a misogynistic prude with the sort of mindset that finds Mr Bean the height of sophisticated humour. I look forward to either evolving something a bit more user-friendly or ripping out all the redundant components with my fingernails, depending on how long my patience lasts.
That said, Doctor Who was great despite the "WTF?" moment near the end, Domino's cheese steak melt pizza is bloody marvellous and everything else was still a good deal better than most other men of my acquaintance could have managed under the circumstances; though it definitely works better if the pizza happens afterwards. Food makes us too contented and somnolent.
I'll manage better circumstances next time, I promise.
The major tactical error was keeping Spike and Squish at home rather than parking them at their Granny's. I got a bit too optimistic after they proved they were capable of not spoiling my fun; but an afternoon is not the same as an overnight, and I failed to take into account that foxes have been fucking noisily under my windows all week. I don't know whether the explosions of hysterical barking put the foxes off their stride at all, but they were a pretty damn good mood breaker for me. Spike trying to break the bedroom door down was the icing on the cake.
I'd also like to add that the female reproductive system is the best argument against intelligent design I've ever come across. If this POS system was actually designed by anyone, it was a misogynistic prude with the sort of mindset that finds Mr Bean the height of sophisticated humour. I look forward to either evolving something a bit more user-friendly or ripping out all the redundant components with my fingernails, depending on how long my patience lasts.
That said, Doctor Who was great despite the "WTF?" moment near the end, Domino's cheese steak melt pizza is bloody marvellous and everything else was still a good deal better than most other men of my acquaintance could have managed under the circumstances; though it definitely works better if the pizza happens afterwards. Food makes us too contented and somnolent.
I'll manage better circumstances next time, I promise.
