The Return of the Meme (vol. 602)

Man, yesterday was a shitshow. Today? Today will not be, if I have anything to emphatically say about it. Let's get this bread.

Basically, my car needed a jump... first sign of trouble. I managed to get the jump and off we went... so I thought. I needed to meet my boss to grab wines for a wine delivery for job two.

Then everything lit up like a Christmas tree and I lost power and was at the middle of the road. In frustration, beat my hands on the steering wheel and suddenly... it was working again.

This lasted for about 10 miles until I was in the middle of the desert between Cottonwood and Camp Verde, when it did the same thing again, only this time, also honking constantly. And I had committed the great sin of desert travel: I had no water with me.

I was going to grab water and a donut for breakfast in Camp Verde.

Oops.

My car insurance has roadside assistance, but I was worried about dehydration during the wait.

It ended up being about 120 minutes until the tow truck arrived. Luckily, had a few friends bring me water in the interim. If they all showed up at the same time, we could have done a DnD campaign.

Due to covid regulations I couldn't ride in the cab of the tow truck though. And so I was inside a car with no way to lower windows because now the battery was dead.

So a 25 minute ride to the mechanics in a car slowly turning into a pressure cooker was a result.

I suppose it only makes perfect sense that once I made it home, I pretty much wiped out the next 5 hours with a set of complete dissociation naps. I was spacing out sitting at the computer desk in games, on the phone trying to arrange car work, and rides to work for today and honestly, I hate when I get into dissociation episodes which are that bad.

Anyway, seems like an alternator issue. Either that, or my car is possessed.

Either their double shot of whiskey, their shot of sotol, or their bottle of Maderan AOC Tannat. Or so I hope.

Samwise is best.

I'd taste the results. So far the wines I've had from Florida have been... awkward. Except for the one that was a muscadine varietal fermented dry and bubbly in the same method used to make champagne. I'd actually drink that one again.

The avocado wines on the other hand that my friends and I tried, eh, not so much.

Send wine to me and Pippin, lol.

I always carry the weight of knowledge.

Yeap.

I kinda miss playing the Sims. It was the only time I could afford a dream house.

Yeah. This.

Yeah bro, what was up with that?

Honestly, I like the 400 CE outfit better.

Mystery ruin gang represent

Fire temple here.

Dun dun dun.

Just my luck.

But how else would we convince you you're in a simulation?

Food for thought.

Yeah, have they actually READ Revelations? I mean, honestly, I feel like only Gaiman and Pratchett really covered it well.

Accurate.

*Insert Bloodborne boss theme music here*

Me, my last game of Civilization 6, playing as the Maori and invading England.

Yup.

BIG MOOD.

Hehehehe

Into battle.

You are enough. Breathe deep. Take your meds. Drink some water. Survive today through spite. You matter.

Awww yeaaaaah.

So many wonderful and new things to fail at

I'm more "bad at humidity plus summer heat"

Yeah.....

That's so sad, Alexa play "Lament for Boromir."

I suddenly remember my dream last night was playing with Avatar: The Last Airbender legos.

I sent this to one of my best female friends after she recovered from Covid, and her response was "You should be ashamed of yourself. I laughed at this for like 20 minutes."

Pippin tax!

Today's message from Pippin: "Wanna use a book?" *Followed by a whole stream of Incoherant muttering for 30 seconds* "hahahahah Glory to Pippin."