I suppose that's better than smudging the missus.

No, that's way more fun!

Happy Holidays, Harpua!

I'm a veteran of a thousand psychic wars.

I've been livin' on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar.

And I'm young enough to look at, and far old to see, all the stars are on the inside.

Anyone wantin' to buy ol' spike a Christmas present should consider gettin' me a BevBuckle. (The "'Merica" logo is the cat's pajamas, yo.)

So I got back in the clix trading action after buying way too much of this Harley Quinn set. Since there is so much less action on the trade scene than a few years ago, I often just overtrade the hell out of my stuff and settle for trades way in the favor of the other guy.

This just backfired when I made a super generous trade offer to a guy who quickly accepted, only to have 2 more traders offer very equal trades that included 2 of the same SRs I'd just committed to the first guy. Damnit.

That would go great with a yard of ale glass & a long overcoat.

...and Hoff's lucky streak continues...

Ugh...it never ends.

On cyber Monday our water seemed to suddenly shut off. I checked the fuse box for the pump and found one of the fuses blown, so I replaced it only to have it blow again immediately.
Damn...there had to be something wrong with the pump. I called the well guy, and he said he’d be out the next day.
The well’s about 350’ deep with the pump down around 270’, and you pull it 20’ at a time, so this isn’t a quick and easy process.
He pulls the pump and hooks up a new one. We test the operation, and it is working fine.
We lower it back down....20’ at a time. Try it....nope.
Pull it back out, check connections, wiring, etc. Send it back down.
Nothing.
Pull it back up.
He drops a really big friggin plum down 300’. It comes up dry.
The well was dead. He figures that it had caved in on itself. We need a new one.
Flash forward ahead to Friday, and he starts drilling. He finishes Saturday, but can’t hook up to the house until Monday.
Good news the hole for the new one passed through the old mines under the house, so we needed about 140’ Of casing that we wouldn’t have otherwise needed.
The bill was lofty to say the least, and this right after we just bought a new car for the wife.
Ugh.
The new well is another 350 footer.

In the end, though, the silver lining is that the new well is providing better water than the old one, though I’d have preferred not spending so much money to get that benefit.

And now other crap is dying because of all of the crap which made its way into the system on the bad pump. Toilet valves and shower heads getting clogged up with rust and mud.

Blech!

A well? Mines? Where the hell do you live?

I come from a land down under where beer does flow and men chunder.

Explains all the vegemite sandwiches.