Posts Tagged ‘Snark’

That’ll Happen When Your WiFi Network Is Apparently Based On Smoke Signal Technology

February 13, 2018

Apologies if I’m sporadic for a few days, my current location’s signal strength is easily disrupted by the wind.


And There’s No Need To Even Pass Go

February 1, 2018

Today I read that they’re releasing a “cheaters edition” of Monopoly.

I don’t know about you, but in my experience you can save your money and just play the standard edition with the people you usually play with.

On A Lighter Note

January 30, 2018

The topic of “How do I get over my crush?” came up recently, and I surprised even myself with my immediate answer:

“Get to know them.”

Either That Or They Take It With Them

January 22, 2018

While I can understand perfectly why L’s Mother and Lala enjoy browsing thrift stores for clothes, it’s not a joy I can share in.  I enjoy a good bargain as much as the next person, but judging by the selection in men’s clothing that I’ve seen, guys my size just don’t die.

A Cold Retort

January 18, 2018

What follows is an actual text exchange between me and my mom:

Mom:  “Bet you wish you, too, could be somewhere it’s 16 degrees that feels like 5.”

Me:  “It would interfere with my tea on the porch.”

Mom:  “Ouch.”

Me:  “I’m too sick to play softball today.”

Another Sleep Deprived Thought From Yesterday

January 12, 2018

While browsing the news feeds:

“Is it troll, or is it Stupidex?”

Just Ask My Stomach

January 4, 2018

I think one could be forgiven for thinking it unlikely that one could poison oneself from a snack attempt consisting of only two ingredients (unless one or both of those ingredients happened to actually be poison, of course),  but one should also keep in mind that “unlikely” is not the same thing as “impossible.”

And, No, I Hadn’t Been Drinking, So It Wasn’t That

November 27, 2017

We all have our own ways of dealing with stress, and the other night as I made a rare appearance at a large social gathering, I rediscovered one of mine.

“We need to go soon,” I told L’s Mother as I discretely pulled her aside.  “I’m getting funnier and running out of people it’s safe to be funny with.”

My Example Of Anti-Reflective Lenses In Action

November 21, 2017

Me:  *taking my glasses off*  Maybe it’s me . . . 

L’s Mother:  *smirking, but remaining silent as she waits for it*

Me:  *putting my glasses back on*  No . . . the problem is definitely you!

Once Again Demonstrating “The Initiative”

November 20, 2017

Yesterday some chum bucket died of natural causes in the care of the California Department of Corrections.

(You can, of course, find more details if you care to look it up, but I still feel this is all that needs to be said.)