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  1. Even though the kids are off studying I put up the Halloween decorations outside.

    Our neighbor a couple of doors down described getting lectured by their kid who is off to college that they had to do theirs too in order to keep up the tradition.

    • My neighbor across the street spent the whole weekend putting his decorations up (he loves Halloween) and just spent all today taking them all down. He has a nearly life-sized horse-drawn hearse with a skeletal horse and driver, and turns his entire yard into a cemetery with headstones. I was looking at them yesterday and thinking, dude, you need to get this stuff indoors. He started taking it down at like 7 am today.

        • Inflatable? Oh, my, no. It’s a real fucking wagon. If you put a actual horse between the traces  instead of a life-size horse skeleton, it could pull it down the street. He takes it apart and stores it somehow, and then about the end of September he spends days hammering and bolting and reassembling until the wagon is assembled and graveyard is complete. People come from miles around to see it.

  2. I bought tickets for Mrs. Butcher and I to go to the Normal Rockwell Museum in a couple of weeks.  They’ve got an exhibit of art from MAD Magazine! She, of course, doesn’t give a shit about MAD, but she’s going so she can watch me laugh.

  3. I need some new business cards in time for the ATA conference at the end of this month, so I’m sort of making a new design for them. But I can’t really finish it until Amazon sends me one of those stylus pens that I ordered for my laptop the other day as a sort of birthday present the other day. (And I had a gift card that I won at work for my birthday two years ago but still hadn’t used, so that’s why.)

    . . . . Or, I mean, I guess I could ask to borrow one off of you or one of yours, but the thing should get here within the next five days or so.

    • When my work got me business cards (that I did not request nor expect), they spelled my last name wrong. Completely forgot a letter.

      Anyways, I never corrected it. Didn’t seem worth the wasted paper to reprint them! 2 years later and I’m still working through that box of business cards and I have easily 95% of them left.

  4. Wait, they forgot a letter in . . . your last name?!? Fuck, if the people who ordered you the damn cards didn’t catch that error, then the fucking spell-check should have.

  5. *click*

    oh…..thats not good

    so yeah… to wayback a bit…i woke up randomly and thought it was time to get up….i was only 5 hours early… so figured well fuck im downstairs now anyways….might as well have a smoke

    so grabbed my coat and stepped out

    used to be i could just pull the door to and it would stay on the latch….but since replacing the lock mechanism….it just locks when i do that now

    anyways….guess who always has his keys in his jeans

    bonus points for guessing who wasnt wearing them

    good thing the missus sleeps light

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