It’s Friday and I’m all out of chickens
Fortunately, Uncle B sent me this stupid chicken meme.
It amuses me that we can sit at opposite ends of the couch and send each other dumb stuff bouncing off of billion dollar satellites in outer space. Best use of technology.
That’s how the internet works, isn’t it?
We did the long distance thing for 13 years (if I’d known it was going to be that long…). We had to come up ways to stay in communication, with technology that was awfully primitive.
We’re talking, like, 1995. There was no “connected to the internet all the time” in them thar days. We got used to lobbing messages at each other at intervals all day long. It was our normal.
Shall I tell you a secret? Uncle B uses more emojis than a Japanese schoolgirl.
Have a good weekend!
October 4, 2024 — 7:06 pm
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Giant wooden chicken
Holy cats! It’s big. Brick for scale. It’s wood, not papier papier mâché. You can see very old traces of paint on it. Drew Pritchard would go nuts for this thing.
Urban dictionary won’t tell me where the expression absolute unit comes from, but this surely is one.
His parents bought it on a trip to France. Uncle B thinks it’s a shop display of some kind.
October 3, 2024 — 4:48 pm
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Waiting for The Chicken
Illustration is from the other day when I was trying to trick AI (in this case canva.com) into giving me a farting chicken. As a farting chicken, it’s a failure, but I kinda liked the image and wanted to preserve it.
But – whooeee! – look at those mangled toes! Why is AI so bad at digits?
Ten minutes ago, I finally managed to register my little flock. The site has been unreachable all day, but I kept trying. What an awful lot of drama for three roosters and an elderly hen who lays about six eggs a year.
Meanwhile, I have inherited a chicken. Or, rather, Uncle B has. His mum died during lockdown and some of her furniture has been stored away waiting for us to arrange delivery. We finally got it down to two arm chairs and The Chicken.
I have no memory of this object, but I’m told it’s a large and impressive papier mâché chicken that she somehow picked up in her travels. It should be here in an hour or so and then we’ll all find out.
October 2, 2024 — 6:38 pm
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I are a criminal
You may recollect me bitching and moaning about one of my main Gmail accounts running out of storage. Google keeps sending me nastygrams about it. I deleted and deleted and it didn’t seem to make a substantial difference. Tonight I discovered one video that was using up ten of my fifteen gigs.
It was a lecture by my boss. Saved to my hard drive.
I have now sent two different addresses to the chicken registry six different times and still haven’t got the confirmation email I need to start the registration process. That means as of today, me and my flock are officially outlaws. The speculation is that thousands of people are registering their supermarket chickens and it knocked the website out.
Very funny guys, but I’ll be pissed if I go to jail for poultry crime.
I don’t have any way to prove I tried to register. I’d ask you all to be my witnesses, but I’d have to send authorities to my blog. I don’t think that’s a very good idea.
If you know where I can get the best information about the flooding in Appalachia, I’d appreciate. East Tennessee and Western North Carolina is where I was born and mostly grew up and I’d like to see the damage. I’ve tried Facebook, but I’m not following anyone from the area any more. It’s been a long time!
October 1, 2024 — 5:33 pm
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