Boredom, Ennui, and a Plan for the Future

I'm really bored.  Inspiration just hasn't hit me this evening.

I was reading on the Internet in some Fuckbook writer's group that the preferred formatting for a sentence structure consists of a period and two spaces, not just one.  This is true for all sentences and punctuation marks, including the oft needed but never used interrobang.  This should be often seen as the terminus of the ubiquitous WTF‽ abbreviation.  Like I just did - see?

Meanwhile, I suffer.

Warning - the rest of this rant spares no ones feelings, political views, or anything else.  We use cookies to track readers.  Your mileage may vary, in fact it's almost a sure thing if you're driving like you usually do.


I know!  I'm going to develop ludomania, then tie it to a solid opioid addiction.  This is so me, right?  And in the meantime, just to keep things from getting dull, I'm going to see about contracting a nice case of E coli otherwise known as Escherichia coli.

I would have thought that the CDC, as funded by our government, would have gotten this E.coli problem treed, but that's not what's on the news.  The warning flag about lettuce and E.coli is still flying, and cases are spreading all over the place.  If you watch commercial media, you may notice that many more important and newsworthy items are crowding the front page - like Stormy the porn queen, Obongo's wife calling herself the forever first lady (man, that broad is ugly.  I mean uglier than the back end of a Mexican bus type ugly.), and whatever the little high school anti-freedom snot from Florida is up to.  But our health?  Not so much.

When I was young, I wasn't all that particular about what I ate and where.  Then I came down with food poisoning and was sick for two weeks, and I mean sick.  My fever spiked and I started hallucinating.  Back then I happened to be living with Migraine One, and the little twist was incensed that I'd have the temerity to get deathly ill the very weekend that she was supposed to be out doing something or other - I forget just what.

This E.coli business is food poisoning on steroids.  You won't see it coming until it's holy shit too late time.  You'll be down for the count and no one needs that, what with healthcare being what the moonbats wanted.

Skip the Romaine lettuce.  Use spinach instead.  Have a drink and enjoy life.  Me, I'm going to take my videos back and get a sandwich at Subway - no lettuce, please.

Cheers!