Winter Storm Press

Or summer as it is sometimes called,

Is coming again.

I am not looking forward to it.

The other day, a big ugly fly banged into my head.

Annoying, and just like fly season.

Iceland sounds better.

I think I’ll go there this summer.

I heard this on the TV the other day on the local Linkyshire station. 

I think Mayor Armapple was interviewing a resident psychiatrist…

It was stated with sincerity.

I thought I’d pass it along to you.

1. Go to a coffee shop.
2. Get coffee.
3. Sit down next to a girl you think you like.
4. Or wait for one to come into the coffee shop. It could take a while.
5. Strike up a conversation.
6. Then ask, “Would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime?”

I do yoga to ‘Street Fighting Man.’

I am pretty good at eating an orange.

I am very opinionated although I do not care about too many things.

I prefer cool, cloudy weather.

Drinking tea is nice.

I’m President of the Lazyites Club.

If you want to meet me hang out at the Linkyshire coffee shop.

Bought a new keyboard for my laptop.

Had to use an old keyboard tray to put it on.

Had to turn the table over to install the keyboard tray.

The table was a lot heavier than I anticipated.

Had to find a drill to drill the holes for the tray but

I only had a high speed drill that burned the wood a little…

No permanent damage but…

The keyboard tray forced my sitting position back…

which forced my chair back…

over the edge of the carpet so…

I had to change the direction of the carpet to account for the distance.

But the carpet was dirty so I had to clean up the floor.

But then everything on my desk was out of reach so…

I had to rearrange my desk and then my file cabinet.

It was a lot of work.

I hope my idiocy isn’t permanent.

Pinky was afraid her old puter would die.

Sometimes there was a streak on her screen and sometimes there wasn’t.

It was a mystery.

Puters are scary.

Her decision took a whole year.

But John Puterhead helped.

He took her to the store to ‘just look’ at the beautiful, new puters.

Wow!

They were slim like air, and had instant-on gratification.

John Puterhead showed her the least expensive thin one.

And she bought it.

Now I want Pinky’s puter.