That's right. I went back to drinking my coffee black, as God fucking intended!
The pic is an Irfanview enhanced super-close-up of my cuppa, basking in the RGB glow of Mildred and her right side monitor, featuring my fav desktop wallpaper of the MSI logo, which itself is kinda timely in that it no doubt celebrates the Taiwan-based company's pride in their quasi-nation which, again, no doubt, has likely been sold out to Xi by Trump this past week... we'll see.
The pic is also a sad attempt on my part to emulate the style of super-close-up photos that comprise one of my favorite sections of GAMES magazine where the reader is challenged to try and identify what a photo represents based on the clue of the zoomed in pic alone. Hope that's still in there. I don't know yet since even though I ordered the magazine a couple weeks ago, they say I have to wait six to eight weeks for delivery, just like back in the old days. Wow, okay. Yet we have the ability to deliver pizza by drones within minutes of an order these days. Okay GAMES. Yet you already took my money, I see. Hmm.
Here's a fuller pic of my desktop.
First off, just noticed the dust bunnies this flash photo reveals. Don't look at that. There behind the speaker. Some of that is residue DE from way back when I had the bedbug scare a couple years ago. Like a salt perimeter encircling someone to keep them safe from evil spirits, I dusted the shit outta the area around my bed and desk, the two most occupied areas of my room where the imagined critters' feast (me) might be. Turned out to be a likely false alarm as I never did see any bedbugs.
As you can see, I got Gmail up. So what's going on email-wise?
In descending timeline order from the present, we got a notice from "Microsoft" saying I requested a single-use code to use with my Microsoft account. What is a single-use code, and why would I get an email on it when I never requested anything? I smell pork-based canned meat product.
Oh looky-there. The Florida Division of Unclaimed property has emailed me to let me know that my claim has been approved and I should receive my payment within 14 days. Oh goody goody. Another "speedy delivery" making Mr. McFeely seem like The Flash.
The rest are just a bunch of ho-hum notices letting me know that I have junk mail in my mailbox, I got medications on the way, I auto paid my bills, and this, that and the other guy are "updating their terms of use" and shit. Ho-de-fuckin-hum.
So now I think I'll mosey on over to the kitchen, take my meds and make a little breakfast. This is one of my fav breakfast options -- eggs over easy on grilled onion bagel, with one small potato and onion, chopped up and home-fried. Super simple and fast. Broke one of the yokes flipping it though, only because I knew I'd be taking a photo of the result... isn't that always the way? Ah well.
I watched SNL's season finale last night with Will Ferrell hosting and Paul McCartney as the musical guest providing three! musical numbers. Was alright. They used Aziz again for the third time in a row. Don't "Alec Baldwin" him SNL. Use him like a fine spice, delicately and sparingly or he'll wear out his welcome -- kinda like the real Kash.
Guess I'll rock out, eating my brekkie and sippin' my nice black coffee with a little AC/DC this morning at a higher-than-usual volume. I may be old but I can still rock like it's 1980.
