Three Beers Later...

An Experiment in Adjusting an Alcohol-based Reality Filter. The more beer you drink, the more the world seems to make sense. I'm not sure if this is the beer's fault, or the world's. Experiments proceed. For pigeonholing purposes, I consider myself a South Park Conservative: I believe in Loose Women and Tight Borders but I'm getting anime porn and legally mandated lounges for day laborers...further adjustment to the model may be needed. e-mail me at slayerdaddy-AT-yahoo.com

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

My Relaxing Thanksgiving Holiday Is Over...

Thursday, Thanksgiving holiday dinner with Deborah Leigh, Bucky from the Legion & SFVRC, and his lovely wife Reiko.

Friday, Operation Gratitude, 6000+ boxes moved at the Van Nuys Armory. Spent my time on the hand-taping line so handled at least half of them. Then dashed over to WalMart on rumors @OccupyLA was gonna futz with the shoppers, then counterdashed all the way back to Studio City for our weekly hippie counterprotest/Support the Troops rally.

Saturday, Operation Gratitude, brand new dash back to Operation Gratitude. 10,500+ boxes moved and "won" the competition for who could carry the most boxes to the customs tables in one trip. Hadda beat a thyroid monster a head taller than me. See in dictionary under "Pyrrhic Victory". (NOTE: Percogesic is da good s***)

Sunday, Support the Troops Rally in Woodland Hills with Bucky.

I gotta go back to work and get some rest.