Called Brinks, getting a security system installed Friday. I've been feeling insecure since my cars were broken into for change. (Not really "broken into"; they were unlocked, but still.) I can look at my house and see how utterly break-in-able it is; I could break in here, myself, in about 20 seconds. But knowing your place could be "hacked" isn't quite the same as knowing you already have been.
Rather as knowing there are probably snakes in the wooded lot behind me isn't the same as coming face-to-face (or snakeface-to-catface) with a snake in my garden. Cat won't be going outside anymore, and doesn't seem to want to, much.
I've heard people use "Rocket Surgery".
Cool, it is dark as night outside my window. No rain though. It's been a long time since I've seen it this dark.
Rocket surgery is an interesting if unexpected offshoot of the brain science discipline.
Hey, sometimes AI's need surgery too.
My brother ate those. I have a picture somewhere. Couldn't get the nephew to try them, though.
I'm obsessing about a/c mounting brackets because the humidity is something ridic like 80% and I can't for the life of me figure out how the ones that came with my units work with my windows.
I'm obsessing about a/c mounting brackets because the humidity is something ridic like 80% and I can't for the life of me figure out how the ones that came with my units work with my windows.
I almost put my ac in in the middle of the night last night. It was that hot and muggy and I was sleeping okay but the dog was not and when he doesn't sleep well I don't sleep well.
Mine doesn't have brackets though.
You just shove it out the window? I'm terrified to do that for the one that'll hang way above the deck.
Last night I had a dream that Martin Starr (the guy who played Bill Haverchuck on Freaks and Geeks) took away my anti-depressent, swallowed it, and offered me Tums to replace it. WTF?
I dreamt that Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs was trying to convince me to revive my dream of being writer.