AC/DC sells their souls to …
October 16, 2008 | Music
… Wal-Mart?
What’s next? Viagra commercials?
Oh, and, what? Brian Johnson lives in Sarasota?!? How did I not know that? Wonder if he hangs out with Stephen King.
… Wal-Mart?
What’s next? Viagra commercials?
Oh, and, what? Brian Johnson lives in Sarasota?!? How did I not know that? Wonder if he hangs out with Stephen King.
I just got the final bill (that I was supposed to get in August) for the security system/service we had in Florida. I was told in July that the final bill would be $30. This one was $80. So I called, and they reduced it to $30. Then I started thinking about it … why did I have a balance due anyway since I canceled it before the next quarterly payment would have been due? I called again. Apparently, I was supposed to give 30 days’ notice, and the final bill was the difference. But then Dan in the billing department said this,
“You know what? You’ve been a loyal customer for many years. I’ll just zero that out for you, and you won’t owe us a thing. Thank you so much for being our customer, and have a great day.”
Blink, blink, blink.
Wow.
Thanks, Dan with ADT in Jacksonville, Fla. Thank you!
…
Two telephone calls and $80 down, 248 more calls to go …
I baked 96 muffins and lost more than $20,000 in retirement savings yesterday.
And how was your day?
Can I call you Ringo Starr?
I never had the urge to write to you … until now.
Can I have your autograph?
The good news is the heater in the house works.
The bad news is I seem to be missing a box of clothes for the girls … the one with all the long-sleeve shirts in it.
I need turtlenecks. Size 5.
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When I stepped into the garage last night to take the dog out, I saw a flash of hind legs of some critter. A rabbit? Dog? Cat? The legs were white. I’m thinking it was a rabbit. All I know is I have to remember to close the garage door after dark unless I want critters to walk in the back door and cozy up to a night of Animal Planet on the tube. Or … maybe they like Project Runway?
I just finished reading The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson. Why couldn’t all my history books be like that?
Anyone else read it?
… turn off all the lights … and run for cover.
The bugs, good grief, the bugs!
If I don’t gulp my wine (or chug it from the bottle), I get to fish out a half dozen tiny but happily drunk bugs from the glass. And those are the ones that found the wine. The others hover around the bananas, the lights, the trash … well, everywhere.
Anyone have a beekeeper getup I can borrow until the snow comes?
Why, they play the banjo, of course!
Since moving here, I’ve joined two cooperatives: one for my electricity and the other for my telephone and Internet. One of them held its annual meeting tonight, and we went (hoping to win one of the 32-inch flat-screen televisions they were giving away, natch). I’d never been to a cooperative annual meeting before, so I didn’t really know what to expect … you know, singing in rounds and eating potluck? Seriously, I had no idea.
But it was your typical meeting, with minutes, reports and elections. And, oh yeah, the banjo-playing.