Please excuse my absence from obsessively blogging about the shenanigans of the Big Gas Mafia. I have a good excuse(s).
First my post about the Str*p Jo*nts and door-to-door Pr0stitutes got so many hits it blew the server’s mind and some weird cyberspace thingy happened. Then there was an attack from a bunch of p0rn bots. I am so focused on the Big Gas Mafia that I failed to realize the purpose of the “Internets” in the first place: to see teh p0rn. Runner Susan and Sister Amy–after theystopped LMAO and found their composure–cast some kind of magic spell that threw a cloak of invisibility over that post so the p0rn seekers can’t find it. At least, that’s my understanding of it.
Second, I was supposed to move on Thursday so I had everything set so the “Internets” at the old place would cut off right after the movers moved me out of the old place and would be all set up when I arrived at the new place. Ha ha ha! Mercury rearranged all my plans for me and sent me straight to the Twilight Zone of moving hell. I really can’t go into the entire nightmare but here is a highlight: the movers didn’t show up. No, they weren’t just late; they didn’t show.
Aw well, I’m moved now and drinking my first coffee–from a flower vase because I can’t find my cups–in my new home.