wacky1980

I couldn't justify dropping $50 to mail the whole gift, sorry scoob. Had to reduce it a bit and repack it into a flat rate box. Hopefully all goes well. Also, I was high AF off pain pills when I packed that thing up last night so I'm not 100% on exactly what's in there... It's the thought that counts though, right? I put so much time into making this pretty little tag from scratch and slapping it on the original box and I DID IT ALL FOR NOTHIN!

nah, that gps tag is still active. it moves when you move. edit: on an unrelated note, i'm picking up our new merchandise order today. no testicle-related stuff this time though, sorry.

Can live animals survive the mail? Nevermind. Just thinking out loud here.

Found an open dentist. Down one wisdom tooth. Now he wants me to come back so he can have the other 3. WTF have I done...

HBD bobby joe.

Looks like no sleep for me tonight. Worst toothache ever, do not recommend. Hopefully I can find an open dentist in the morning.

shit, so i guess this thing is for real happening. i hope you like lace @scoobdog

hey, just don't take A shit, literally, while you're in the pile, an we good.

have you exposed that hog in-game yet?

there's always room for one more. grab that baby oil and squeeze on up here into this pile of man.

i'm so turned on right now!

if only i could. i manage socials for two businesses, and i'm still not sure if there's any way to do that without having an active personal account.

so this is going well. we're all good here? i know i'm excited.

i broke character and responded to some bullshit on the bar's facebook page. i never do that because it's unproductive, unattractive, and unhealthy. but some random bitch said shit that got to me last night, and i couldn't hold back. now the karen klan is all up in arms. great. have i mentioned how much i hate facebook?

someone keeps texting me about scheduling a virtual open call to be an extra on a tv show. they also have my email address and full name. did i enroll for something without knowing it? anyways, i have an appointment for saturday morning. let's see how this plays out.

we were gonna brew that black ipa again tomorrow night at the brother-in-law's. but now that the rest of my house is in quarantine, i probably shouldn't be going and doing. maybe i can convince the wife to brew a small batch at home instead. i have some dry extract and a pile of special dark grains. maybe we can brew up a stout, and then give it the barrel-aging treatment in my new 3-gal fast-fermenter...

not that it helps, but i can offer some explanation for vendor's actions. a pre-authorization is created at the moment of purchase. it's basically a reservation for the future transaction, as it reserves the funds in your account for the final charge. if a corresponding final charge doesn't post to the account within a specific amount of time (usually 72 hours) the pre-auth falls off the account. but that doesn't mean the final charge isn't still in the pipe, so to speak. also, you can always pay ahead on a credit card. if you know the amount of the transaction coming, you can just make a payment for that amount to the card now and it will be applied to the balance when the charge comes in.

yes, we already know this.

did you finally take a shower? that would explain most of the weight loss.

fucking post office. i have a package set to deliver today. got the notification that it was delivered at 10am. told the wife to grab it off the porch because it has some beats in it for the boy, and i don't want anyone to walk off with it. she replies to tell me we got a package, but it has our neighbor's name on it. so she takes it back to their front porch. i go home at noon, assuming the carrier came back around to drop ours off. nope. so i call the post office. they tell me my package was delivered across the street at 106, and to go get it from my neighbor. first off, wtf? so i go knock on their door. they got one package, but it was for them. she showed it to me to remove any doubt. call the post office back, they say they'll look into it. a few minutes later, the carrier stops by and asks me if i found my package. nope, sure didn't. he tells me i should ask all my neighbors if any of them got it. then he takes off to go look for it himself, or at least i hope that's where he went. how about, fuck you guy. you delivered at least 2 packages incorrectly on my block today. find my god damn package yourself. do your fucking job.

i'm thinking the first time i saw it posted was probably at least a year ago.

i wanna say someone else posted this group on the boards in the past. maybe it was somewhere else. i do recall enjoying them though.

my black ipa finally smoothed out. only now, it's closer on the style chart to a dry-hopped stout. once you convince your brain to not expect the ipa flavor profile, it's actually quite good. with as thick and heavy as it ended up, it would have made a good candidate for whiskey barrel aging. maybe next fall... gonna try it again next week, and actually try to nail down the black ipa style this time. cut the dark grains by 2/3rds to reduce the tannins and roasted malt character...not sure how i calculated the grain bill so poorly last time. also gonna avoid hopping it so heavily on the cold side this time around. start low and build in later, seems like a better approach. still looking for a proper enclosure for my control panel, and then that build can begin. i *think* i have just about everything else i need at this point, except for a couple receptacles for the heating elements and some wire and ferrules. all quick grabs at the local hardware store, and i'm not in a hurry to get them until i figure out exactly what i'll need in that regard. wife is losing her patience with the growing pile of parts on the landing, and i can't blame her. it's a big pile.

i can't fucking stand the phrase "computer illiterate" and the reason is simple: i can't play a piano for shit. but i'm not fucking piano illiterate. that's not even a thing. you either know how to make a thing your bitch, or you don't. but everyone knows how to hammer away at a piano key and make noise. literacy isn't even a factor. it's not like reading or learning a language, which take years of practice to move from "illiterate" to "literate." a computer doesn't require that kind of effort. and acting like it does...well that makes you the sweatiest of cunts. grow the fuck up. are you bicycle illiterate if you can't ride one? or are you just incompetent at riding a bicycle? how about fucking? if you suck in bed, are you sex illiterate? no, you're just a lousy lay. and probably a sad sack of shit, but i digress. do you know how to push buttons on a keyboard? how about a power button? can you grasp a god damn mouse and slide it about on the pad to make the little arrow move around your screen? then shut the fuck up about "computer illiterate" you lazy shitstain. take five minutes out of your apparently quite busy and important afternoon, and learn how to navigate a browser window. five minutes, that's all it takes. it's not that god damn hard. fuck your "computer illiterate" excuses right in their fat ass.

fair enough brother.