Someone forgot to turn off the wildlife camera today, so I have 900 notifications / images of an out of shape old man working on the deck…

“Henlo! Me want big jumble house, much messy windows” “I have just thing, Mr Sir. Many sticky out bits…”

Ruddy hell. Someone in *checks notes* Derbyshire go and grab these. The 25s come around so rarely, and are the smaller relation to my 66s. Super tweeter, two tweeters for the mids. Big old 12” woofer, passive radiator. Look lovely AND those cool stands. Go on…do it. Then learn how to recap them.

This is fun. (It’s not, but you knew that already) Taking apart one of the Blowing Rock slipper dining chairs. Just to see how long the refinishing will take to judge if it’s worth trying to get then done in time for the current table I’m working on…or just hold them back for the OTHER table.

Chap walked past the house as I was putting the bins out. He was on his phone, “yeah, it’s gonna be a great party. A beautiful Italian girl marrying a Jersey guy…” I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of velour tracksuits, animal prints and leather bomber jackets that event will witness.

Yeah, by about 2ft. I was stood by the post box as the van sailed past and then a minute later I get this notification. So, they had it on them in order to scan and mark it as undelivered. Simply because they couldn’t be fucked to stop?

Jaysus H Corbett. The tax bill from the town rocked up. The 'we've re-evaluated everyone's homes' tax bill. 20% increase is it? Fucking hell. At least I can see how that money is being spent because of all the improvements in....*checks notes*....I've got nothing.

Mother is on the phone. Once again she’s complaining about something that is entirely a consequence of her own actions and which she has failed to learn from despite having done it 27 times before. I can’t even muster a sympathetic voice.

Today has mainly consisted of carrying everything out in blazing sun to work on the deck, and then running back in with everything in apocalyptic downpours, and then carrying everything back out in blazing sun, and then running...etc I swear we got 3 months worth of rain in one 20 minute period.

Only just saw that 'Hodor doing cosplay as Boris Johnson' has passed away. Oh well. Cheerio you awful cunt.

No pic of The Twilight Zone poster? *scratches head*

*squints* That’s not Hartnell. Or Troughton. Not even Cushing. No sale.

A delivery! From the USPS! Something I ordered on Friday! No mail from the last week though. And none of the packages that are creeping close to being two weeks late. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

Just reading some Republican candidate promises should they be elected to the state senate, and as per usual the top one is always ‘reduce taxes’ followed by a list of other things that can only be achieved via taxation. And obviously, they all have that whiff of ‘vagueness’ about them.

And nobody in marketing thought to pipe up “you know that just sounds like ‘Trevor’?”

never thought short form video would be able to capture a type of humor i can only describe as “the far side-esque” but this comes close.

Removing all the rust and lubricating the table hardware. You don’t get this kind of attention to detail that nobody will ever see with the ‘slap some stain and polyurethane on it and call it refinished’ crowd….

Forgot to post this from the pub yesterday… Nice work. There’s no doubt a pun to be made about neutral zones, but frankly, I didn’t get much sleep last night and brain no do good.

Good news! I’ve found the snobbiest paragraph in a speaker review ever: ‘But the BC-1's strongest asset, its musical naturalness, is unfortunately going to be lost on most audiophiles who, unfamiliar with the sounds of live acoustical instruments, are incapable of recognizing it when they hear it’

Absolutely bossed the game, but pundits and commentators still suggesting that it all hinged on mistakes by Flint. I mean, it did…a bit *tiny gap between fingers gesture* but otherwise they offered barely anything other than their goal, and the run of play was all ours. But, sure…the own goal.

Some frankly insane punditry post-game. Jesus. How is it so fucking difficult to understand the game for these people?

Huzzah The Green! Open top bus parade around the streets of Burlington, please! Another fantastic season.

…expialidocious

Oh Jesus H Corbett, the picture for the Green game is fucking unwatchable. I may be sick everywhere. Judder judder zoom pull back zoom judder judder…

Oh, right. But when I take photos of redheads it’s called ‘harassment’ and ‘stalking’…

Waiting for the TV folks to get WinMedia working on their PC so I can watch the Green game…

Vermonty kind of day. Involved covered bridge, anyway. Visited the Von Trapp Garden open day, then went to the pub. Had a non alcoholic Porter which was close to the real thing, and was miles better than the non alcoholic Guinness I tried a while back. Stouts and Porters are my big misses.

The mail isn’t out for delivery today. *scratches an 8th line into the wall* But luckily the thing I ordered from FedEx, to avoid all the USPS delays, is out for deliv….oh, no, wait. That’s sat in CT. Cool, cool, cool. It’s not like I wanted my business to run smoothly and efficiently.

Accidentally put the wildlife camera on upside down last night after recharging it. So when checking it this morning was pretty shocked to see how many black and white bats had visited during the hours of darkness. Just skunks tonight, though.

Other people might say Friday nights are for drinks and fighting and forgetting that you’ve given up smoking…but…they’ve never tried having at cry at videos of a dog who loves classical music.