What have you done today? (Pt 2)

[odeon]

Nothing much. Got up, had a cup of coffee and browsed the news.

["couldbecousin"]

  Got up, hobbled into the kitchen, made the and found some tunes to wake me up! 

[Parts]

Went out to the diner for pancakes 

[Lestat]

better hope that heat doesn't go off whilst being held in the loading bay at the tradesman's entrance

[Pyraxis]

Stressed out. Wrangled with people over the phone.

[Queen Victoria]

It helps if they're surrounded by trees.

I like that design style, but I also like the ingeniousness of Japanese modern house design where the windows are all placed in such ways that the daylight streams in but it doesn't violate privacy in the middle of a dense city. Like having a big open courtyard with the floor to ceiling windows facing inwards, or windows so high to the ceiling that all you see through them is sky. Frosted glass or gossamer curtains can also do wonders.

I'd rather be surrounded by dense bushes or nude men.

Our back yard is a jungle of native shrubs (particularly placed) and vines along the fence line to help with the general noise level but also the creepy crap of feeling stalked by everyone who walks down the alley.

Understand that I have neighbors who I like and we work together to watch the entire area where we live and we share things. like plants and beer. There are just so many strangers in our neighborhood in the past few years that none of us have the same old home town feel we used to enjoy. I generally do my patrols around four in the morning with a forty five auto in my butt crack and either a machete or a baseball bat and tactical flashlight in hand.

Ever since losing my fancy assed (eight hundred dollar) lawn mower and another neighbor losing her entire (very nice) lawn table and chairs and another neighbor losing a fairly cool expensive gas grille, we  (six of us) have begun a kind of "neighborhood watch"  thing  to patrol at night. We are all deadly if challenged. One guy just does his midnight patrol with a shoulder strapped shotgun, because he does not even give a fuck who knows what he is doing.

I keep things a little more quiet though. My machete is generally on my belt and I carry my bat just casually on my shoulder. No one even suspects that I keep an eleven round forty five auto on my buttcrack.
 

Neighborhood watch, Baby!

Channeling ya'lls inner Clint Eastwood.

["couldbecousin"]

It helps if they're surrounded by trees.

I like that design style, but I also like the ingeniousness of Japanese modern house design where the windows are all placed in such ways that the daylight streams in but it doesn't violate privacy in the middle of a dense city. Like having a big open courtyard with the floor to ceiling windows facing inwards, or windows so high to the ceiling that all you see through them is sky. Frosted glass or gossamer curtains can also do wonders.

I'd rather be surrounded by dense bushes or nude men.

Our back yard is a jungle of native shrubs (particularly placed) and vines along the fence line to help with the general noise level but also the creepy crap of feeling stalked by everyone who walks down the alley.

Understand that I have neighbors who I like and we work together to watch the entire area where we live and we share things. like plants and beer. There are just so many strangers in our neighborhood in the past few years that none of us have the same old home town feel we used to enjoy. I generally do my patrols around four in the morning with a forty five auto in my butt crack and either a machete or a baseball bat and tactical flashlight in hand.

Ever since losing my fancy assed (eight hundred dollar) lawn mower and another neighbor losing her entire (very nice) lawn table and chairs and another neighbor losing a fairly cool expensive gas grille, we  (six of us) have begun a kind of "neighborhood watch"  thing  to patrol at night. We are all deadly if challenged. One guy just does his midnight patrol with a shoulder strapped shotgun, because he does not even give a fuck who knows what he is doing.

I keep things a little more quiet though. My machete is generally on my belt and I carry my bat just casually on my shoulder. No one even suspects that I keep an eleven round forty five auto on my buttcrack.
 

Neighborhood watch, Baby!

Channeling ya'lls inner Clint Eastwood.

    Get off my lawn.   

[odeon]

Got up, had coffee, browsed the news, and logged on here.

[renaeden]

Went to college, fiddled around with Packet Tracer, came home and had a nap. Then woke up and had two burritos.

["couldbecousin"]

  Got up, penguin-hobbled into the kitchen to make coffee, found some good tunes.

[Queen Victoria]

Bank visit
Cleaned up part of bedroom
Made lemonade from a mix
Fed the cat
Grocery visit

Not even 2 pm.

["couldbecousin"]

Bank visit
Cleaned up part of bedroom
Made lemonade from a mix
Fed the cat
Grocery visit

Not even 2 pm.

  ^A very good day!  As for me, I've gotten up, taken out the trash and recycling ... not much else. 

[Queen Victoria]

Bank stop
Laundry
Gift and $ to g'friend's daughter (They're seeing/listening to Neil Diamond in concert tonight)
Phone call.  Next step is a personal visit tomorrow.  Maybe I can embarrass some clients in the waiting room about this firm not returning calls.
The PR to bowling
Part of grocery list done.  I shop at potentially 5 stores if the sales are right.  Since this is the beginning of the month, the sales are usually better.

["couldbecousin"]

Phone call.  Next step is a personal visit tomorrow.  Maybe I can embarrass some clients in the waiting room about this firm not returning calls.

  I love it.  Give 'em hell, Your Majesty!

['andersom']

Phone call.  Next step is a personal visit tomorrow.  Maybe I can embarrass some clients in the waiting room about this firm not returning calls.

  I love it.  Give 'em hell, Your Majesty!

I know someone who got sacked in an unfair way. Legal shit, he was in the right, boss totally not, but sacked none the less. Boss did have to pay him a fair amount of money.
So, last day at work he asks how and when to hand in stuff. And he gets told it needs to be done right away. (not usual here)
He asks if she really means it, in the middle of the shop, with quite a few clients in the shop. She says "yes, right now".  He says "OK" and starts undressing himself in the busy shop. Folded the clothes and left them at the till. Leaving the place in his underpants. Once he was out of the door in the parkingplace he started roaring with laughter.