Captain’s log. Stardate now, the time between Christmas and New Year. Everything seems quiet, but the relatives lie in wait. The opportunity they have anticipated is right after the next midnight, or this one. Maybe two more. Soon, though. Timing is vital but unimportant.
We all get so many scam calls from unscrupulous people trying to convince us that we owe the IRS our soul. Or, that we should buy the extended warranty on the car we don’t own, and that Microsoft needs to speak to us about how our computer might have an unsecured IP address. Crooks trying …
It seems random, and I can never count on it happening, but sometimes it goes the right way. For context, I drink a lot of whiskey when I’m watching YouTube, and possibly Facebook, but unlikely. The whiskey is likely, the Fartbook is not. Heh heh. Fartbook. A Beavis inspired invention.
All I get from doctors is side effects. In my recent efforts to lose some weight, I decided I should stop drinking simple O-H molecules. It was a huge mistake.
Recently, as in yesterday, I was asked by my insurance provider’s health and wellness program to comment on what would be likely obstacles to my weight loss goals. My response was probably not what they were expecting.
Inside Doug's Head 