Dear Mr. Fantasy:
Dear Mr. Blog,
I've decided to take a few minutes between now & suppertime while Trish is napping, to update Mr. Blog on current & ongoing events in my life. Trish & I saw Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) on Thursday, & we finally reached a compromise on the cable bill: we're dropping from digital to expanded basic & in the place of the music channels will be ripping MP3s from the web; I discovered this really hot site which'll let you pay with a check--an actual, physical, paper-tial check--so I don't need to hassle with credit cards or electronic debits, & you can burn unlimited music for life for 40 buckadingdongs.
Sad thing is, though, I'm going to need to make some repairs to my homemade speakers. My subwoofer amp shorted out & I can't afford to replace it, so I'm buying some crossover components & am going to be having the 15-inch woofers cutting in at 250 Hz instead of 125, which was where they were at the last time I had in passive components; too low for something that's ultimately not intended to be a true subwoofer driver. With only a 6-1/2 inch woofer for bass, those big speakers sound pretty pathetic.
Cheri seems properly chastised, for her role in the argument over the rearview mirror. I think Joe cussed her out pretty good. She has no business behaving this way. If you still don't know what I mean, read the entry about the bit-cuh. Mostly, she's just envious of my intellect, so she has to cut me down every chance she gets.
Fred will probably be coming over tonight to jam; I called & got his answering machine. I like to play keyboards while he's strumming the guitar & then have him give the mighty Insect Slayer a ride home from work. Walking from McRonald's in the middle of the night is too cold, though we've been having a mild winter.
Lead
I've decided to take a few minutes between now & suppertime while Trish is napping, to update Mr. Blog on current & ongoing events in my life. Trish & I saw Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) on Thursday, & we finally reached a compromise on the cable bill: we're dropping from digital to expanded basic & in the place of the music channels will be ripping MP3s from the web; I discovered this really hot site which'll let you pay with a check--an actual, physical, paper-tial check--so I don't need to hassle with credit cards or electronic debits, & you can burn unlimited music for life for 40 buckadingdongs.
Sad thing is, though, I'm going to need to make some repairs to my homemade speakers. My subwoofer amp shorted out & I can't afford to replace it, so I'm buying some crossover components & am going to be having the 15-inch woofers cutting in at 250 Hz instead of 125, which was where they were at the last time I had in passive components; too low for something that's ultimately not intended to be a true subwoofer driver. With only a 6-1/2 inch woofer for bass, those big speakers sound pretty pathetic.
Cheri seems properly chastised, for her role in the argument over the rearview mirror. I think Joe cussed her out pretty good. She has no business behaving this way. If you still don't know what I mean, read the entry about the bit-cuh. Mostly, she's just envious of my intellect, so she has to cut me down every chance she gets.
Fred will probably be coming over tonight to jam; I called & got his answering machine. I like to play keyboards while he's strumming the guitar & then have him give the mighty Insect Slayer a ride home from work. Walking from McRonald's in the middle of the night is too cold, though we've been having a mild winter.
Lead
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