I can’t be the only one who likes extra fries over exercise

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning my friends. It’s a bright and shiny day here, and Podrick was on his best behaviour this morning. he only started to get want to wake us up when I moved, or mumbled something. He’s currently lounging on the shelves in front of the window. Pippin is in the bedroom having breakfast. Then I’ll let her out and open the back door.

Like that picture? It’s my new avatar on WordPress. I can’t really use it anywhere else, because I don’t do social media or anything like that. An AI app made it after a bullshit prompt telling them to modify a picture I uploaded, and put it in the style of MS paint. And that’s what I got. The funny thing? I never uploaded at image. This is directly from the imagination of ChatGPT. You think that’s odd, you should see the image that Gemini made. That’s ever more trauma inducing.

That’s pretty fucked up isn’t it? I don’t know if Gemini is asking for help, or if it wants me to scream for it. I for one, welcome our new AI overlords. Thank Zuck, I’m friendly and polite (most of the time) to AI. You know please and thank you, etc.

For the first time in years, I woke up by having a weird/scary dream. In fact, the moment I woke up, it still felt real, yanno? But then I figured out where I was. And logic started to slowly bleed back into my mind. “Do you really think it would be this quiet, if there were two baby carriages in the kitchen?” And my mind said Podrick would been able to do the dark math, and launch him to new heights.

But it’s day one of a two day weekend. Let’s fucking goooo!

‘Cause I’m fantasizing about riding my Chevy off into the sun

Posted on by Shawshank

I was up a little early. Nothing to really do with Podrick. One of the cats – probably Pippin, made it into the cabinet, and knocked over a jar of elastics. Hopefully, neither of them ate any of the elastics.

They’re both looking out the back door now.

Yesterday at work was crazy. Lots of people, because, fucking baseball is back again. And of course BossLady never gets a schedule for baseball, or hockey, or any other sport that rolls through town and adjusts the staffing. That would only happen if she actually worked an evening shift. First shift gets rushes, sure – but for minutes at a time. Second shift gets rushes for hours at a time.

One more shift, and two days off.

More coffee please.

If you’re gonna be dumb, you better be tough

Posted on by Shawshank

It was quiet this morning. Too quiet. I swear I was going to get up, and check on Podrick. My mind went to, maybe he hurt himself and that’s why he’s not raising hell. But, nope, I took advantage of the quietness.

But we’re up now, and it’s bright and sunny out there. Hopefully, it’ll stay sunny. We’ve had too many gray days. Spring needs to wake the fuck in, and start asserting herself over what’s left of Old Man Winter. According to the weather app, it should be a very nice day outside. Tomorrow, should be even better.

Oh lawd, I don’t have anything else in me to write down this morning. I’ll probably open the back door once I let Pippin out of the bedroom. They seem to like the back door being open. They sit side by side and just watch the world go by.

So let’s raise our coffee cups in what is known to be the coffee cup salute. Happy Thursday everyone. Make it the best Thursday of the week!

The thing about a small town, word’s gonna get around

Posted on by Shawshank

It’s now the middle of the week. Podrick was being Podrick this morning. But, 6:30 is a lot better than 4:30-5, so I’ll take it. He only got me out of bed (and I think deep down, he knows it’ll get me out of bed), because he was playing on the entertainment stand, pulled out the Switch controller charger. So with that clattering to the ground, I got up. so in about 15 minutes, the cats will be fed.

It’s bright and sunny out there. Without looking at my weather app, I really hope that for the most part it’ll be sunny for most of the day. Hey, it could happen. But then I check the app. It might still happen, but the forecast is saying something different.

Half way through the week, and the weekend is starting to loom out there on the periphery. Only a few more shifts, and boom! it’s the weekend. We’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown on Saturday. Then if my parents have to go to CapitalCity for chemo treatments, we’ll have the entire weekend to ourselves. We’ll find out more the closer we get to the weekend.

Time for more coffee. Another hour or so, I’ll open the back door for the cats to enjoy.

Well, I was down at a local beer joint with a few of the guys when this cute little country girl caught my eye

Posted on by Shawshank

I think I’m getting used to Podrick’s antic in the mornings. Mostly. It was around 6:30 when I finally had enough of a 20lb cat either bouncing across my chest, or bruise inducing feet marching across my legs.

But we’re all up, and I have Pippin relaxing on my lap. Podrick is trilling while looking out the front window. There must be a small bird out in the front yard. It’s a gray day out there. I don’t think it’s going to get sunny today. Well, might have a bit of sun for an hour or so this morning, but otherwise it’s an overcast day.

Back to work this afternoon. It wasn’t too bad yesterday. It was busy, and not busy at the same time for most of the evening. It made most of the time go pretty quickly. It did slow down around 7:30 or so, but that worked out for us to take care of the closing checklist pretty quick.

Kitties have been fed. All is right in their world. Except for Podrick. He does not approve of his breakfast. He’d rather scavenge in the sink, instead of eating his very tasty compressed kibble.

So, yeah, I think it’s Tuesday. Time marches forward.