1. No work being done on the Great Master Bathroom of Dunwoody. The project manager said that the granite wouldn’t start until next week at the earliest. That would be week 4 of the project. So far, only one day this week has any work been done.
2. Went to wound clinic and the nurse practitioner said it is healing nicely and gave me more dressing material and I’m going back in another two weeks when it should be (hopefully) healed.
3. Our closet Mooslime in the White House gave some speech about military action against ISIS. I didn’t listen to it. I’m sure it was total bullshit. Anything short of nuking most of the players in this conflict won’t really do much good. Nuke Tehran and Qom in Iran. Nuke Mecca, Medina, and Riyadh in Saudi Arabia. There goes most of the funding for Islamic terrorist organizations. While we’re at it, send most of the officers of CAIR to Club Gitmo. CAIR is nothing more than an Islamic terrorist front group. While we’re at it, let’s send all of the Mooslime refugees from places like Somalia back to where they came from. They come here and then they want to change this country into the shitholestans they came from. They think Sharia Law should take precedence over our laws and our Constitution and we have stupid liberals who think that is OK. Send the libs back to he shitholestans with them. Multiculturism is cultural suicide.
4. I can now play Bach’s Prelude in C Major all the way through with only one or two mistakes. Most people wouldn’t even catch them. I once played guitar at a wedding. On one of the songs, the singer had problems singing in the key that I learned it in from the music she gave me. I told her I would be happy to transpose it to an easier key but she said no and it would be fine. It wasn’t. Halfway through the first verse she decided to start over and it took me two measures to go back with her. I was furious. After the ceremony, I apologized to the bride of the mother. She didn’t even knew we fucked up. The majority of the people on this planet are tone deaf.
Now, Denny, we expect to see photos of this marvellous marble and granite construction. Progress photos are OK, but the main one is when it is finished (and before you mess it up by splashing around in it).
And when you get those two bum notes sorted out, might you consider inviting yourself to be the weekend guest musician?
Cheers
Not so much tone deaf as unaccustomed to listening to music.
Cheers
Please stop using the offensive term “Master Bathroom. Jim Crow, don’t ya know?
Does the term Masturbate also offend? We can’t call it banging the bishop for fear that the moosies will get offended.
curious – has the committee against individual thinking weighed in on your commode upgrade?
I had a college roommate that played bluegrass guitar and picked up a really good ear listening to him. (Perfect pitch can be acquired.) But it almost ruined me from going to bars and listening to the bands there. Most bands are not on pitch. And many times not even in tune with each other. And then listening to singers that try to hit the pitches out of their range, because they don’t know how to transpose, or don’t know a different note in the chord… Argh.
Denny, what’s a “wound clinic”? I’ve never even heard term used before.
It’s a clinic for stuff like skin sores like I have on my crippled ass.
And I thought it was the typical triage unit that they have in African neighborhoods to treat drive by injuries. I learn something new every day. Keep healing my friend.
All of this effort & money that your are spending on a place to take a leak is gonna infuriate the IRS when you try to deduct it and claim it’s for your physical condition. Their boss man, O blammy would rather you paid the taxes on the expense so he can send it to his moooslum bros IN Shitholistan. I’ve heard that the Bam needs a new golf club also cuz he worn a few out f’kn around on our time & dime constantly so the taxes might be needed for that too.
Love your reports. Such a wide range of subjects, lively and informative. Going from the sublime Bach’s Prelude to your wounded “crippled ass.” Laughing my heart out, here.
And you’re so right. Nobody will notice whether your finger falls softly or rudely on a pianissimo note. Only Bach who’s been suffering for centuries in his own private hell. He probably screams at all of us, “Give it a rest. Can’t you see it’s not your forte? Stop trebbling me.”
If that’s the key, leave it on the cadenza by the door.
Obbligato
Denny,
Did you get a permit for that work and permission from your HOA?
If not, please send me your address so I can rat you out.
Had a friggin’ kitchen remodelling last year,dear God it took a decade off my life. :)…..and it wasn’t a ” The Italian marble counyertops clash with the antique barn wood floors” reno either. It was a “Do you think ONE roll of duct tape will hold the sink in this time?”………And on a lighter note, it appears that poor kidnapped young American female aid worker,supposedly killed by the Jordanians, may have had more then a little in common with “Roadkill Rachel”Corrie….It’s one of my feelgood stories I like to look back on :)……Hope your rear end heals up quickly .
Rachel was on the right track.
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Eat a stack in her honor on St Pancake's Day.
This is why I keep comin’ here. All y’all sick bastards are almost as twisted as I am.
I think I’m a sick bastard, but every now and then one of my readers tops me. I’m glad I can provide a home for them.
When I hear about any of these “aid workers” getting kidnapped by these Mooslime barbarian savages, the first thing that goes through my mind is, “WTF are these stupid idiots doing there in the first place?” I’m sorry but I don’t have an ounce worth of pity for these booger eatin’ moh-rons. It’s Darwin at work.
Loved your talking point number three Denny. Could not agree more. I truly wish we just ship all those scum straight back to those countries they come from and the liberal.., er the Progressives as they now call themselves. Get rid of all the scum that infest this nation. Turn it back over to people who made it great in the first place.