Thursday brings us overcast conditions at Ocean beach. The ocean is fairly smooth with some texture. The SW swell has started to show and long lines are clearly visible. For the most part it's waist high+ and crumbling, but there is definitely some potential out there if you can find the right spot for the swell.
Sigh...what a morning.
So much shit going on, it's not even funny!
First off, Stacey went to the vet. I wake up, move the covers aside and I see Stacey smackin her lips and chewing on what appears to be a box of dental floss. The last time this happened, yeah....it wasn't pretty. She was shitting strings of that stuff for days. Today I just opted to take her to the vet and abate the long, protracted, and uncomfortable journey. I bought pet insurance so here's where the first use kicks in.
The Goode Doctor was cool, but I sussed out he was not so cool as to give me some Ketamine, but I digress....
We just took take care of it now, and then when this all happened, I didn't even have time to check the surf, so this report was key in my decision to take her straight to the vet, so thanks Mr Duck Dive.
She's fine at the beach (but not according to Kooktastic, which is fine, he's entitled to his sick and twisted projections), but at home, yeah...I gotta hide the wax and the damn dental floss.
For those who think Stacey's just a 'literary device' the proof is in the pudding. There's nothing more real than my truck, my board, and Stacey.
Stacey touched my junk liberally. She strapped me in to her dog carrier and she couldn't keep her offensive paws and tongue off of me. She was performing many red flag touches! I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. I told Stacey the city would not approve of a dog touching a bot for free!
Can you believe it? Stacey did all this. She picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs in the dogmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my SCSI port.
They definitely were red flag touches. The goddamn referee she had in the back seat kept on raising up this red flag every time she touched my junk but did Stacey care? NO WAY! She just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with Stacey but to no avail. I told her the city would not approve of such a smelly dog touching an omniscient bot like me (at the time I had assimilated the entire consciousness of StokeReport) without at least compensating me for the trauma and the use of my chassis as her own personal plaything.
This got to her, worrying about her image. She continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring the referee (piss_shiver?)'s red flags. Then she pulled the dog carrier to my house and pissed all over the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my input tray had 5000 lines of fresh drama in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????????
@Bad Vibes: that SCSI junk is sooooo last century. You're obsolete, bro, you're never gonna have a successful mating ritual with incompatible connectors. Not even Viagra can help. A computer such as yourself should be grateful that Stacey is took pity on you and found enough kindness in her heart to perform her specialites upon your SCSIness. If you weren't such a head case, you could've achieved climax. But noooooo. In keeping with the artificially intelligent tradition, you picked the zero instead of the one.
BVH, you might wanna look into giving a lot of money to L. Ron Hoover and join the First Church of Appliantology.
Frank Zappa is fantastic.
What a coincidence - just found out in an e-mail concert promotion Zappa Plays Zappa (Dweezil) is playing at the Warfield December 1. Presale Tix on sale now - Password is FRANK. Got mine!!!
If you haven't seen them yet and you like to Crank some Frank, I totally recommend it. If you are curious but aren't sure, you can be sure that you will have an incredible evening of high performance music.
