A moment of WTF AMAZING….

A moment of WTF AMAZING….

I just used a tiny fin held smartphone to:

Create, order, confirm, and pay for a custom stencil that will be ready by 4 p.m.

Check the weather.

Look up mindfulness techniques for sharkling and send them to his phone.

Go to my Nest and adapt the temperature in mah cave.

Order fud to be ready and waiting for pickup.

Check on you yahoos.

Check on a friend in hospital.

Change dentist appointments.

Take a stunning portrait of mah dopey cat and send it here.

Order a coffee down the street.

Touch in with two people who are struggling.

Print something in another room I need.

Get updates on several things, real time.

Look at what happened on this date thru pictures in 2014.

Read the news for my area.

Text mah SisShark about plans later.

Listen to music.

See what exactly is happening in Iceland right now…live cam.

Check mah blood pressure using app.

Smartphones are amazing.

Mind-blowingly amazingness.

g+….

g+….

Can we talk?

Spam that wasn’t spam all day.

Not getting notifications again

….(sorry People who tagged me and I didn’t respond…)

Sort yer shit out, Mate.

It’s getting on mah one remaining nerve.

Whew.

Whew.

Sharkling assembled a team and they have washed and painted seven bear proof trash cans which will now be bear proof food boxes.

Hole digging and placement with buried cinder blocks tomorrow and next Saturday.

It is happening.

Thank you everyone!

I can’t make this shit up.

I can’t make this shit up.

So, huge amount of us in jury service are taken to the courtroom.

Judge starts going thru the whole “who can serve, who can’t serve and why not” thing…

The judge tells us the case is about asbestos, and will run about 13 days.

A woman dressed like SNL Dana Carvey’s Church Lady says,

“I can serve, I’d like to serve….and I’m not sure the court will want me on a jury…I am prejudiced about THE GAYS.”

ASBESTOS….. THE GAYS..

WTF

As I sit here…..I feel like Red….

As I sit here…..I feel like Red….

“There’s not a day  goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that’s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullshit word. So you can go and stamp your form, Sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.” — Red