Special Saturday Update

Special update on Saturday because I have a 5x death penalty because people are fucking idiots and don't understand the concept of healing and Lilith "I have 10 million HP" Asperax or whatever the fuck takes 15 minutes to kill, so it's like a huge battle of attrition that we're going to lose every single time because HEALERS NEED TO HEAL MORE.
So here we go special Saturday update.

I started a Facebook profile (Jocelyn Perea), but it basically just points people here, since I don't really have time to maintain more than one online presence, and this one is already well established. So since y'all are already here, the Facebook probably won't mean much. ;p

English has functioned perfectly well for one and a half millennia without a second person plural pronoun. Suddenly you Southerners decide that isn't good enough and single-handedly invent the dumbest fuck word I've ever heard since "synergy".

My surgery is this Thursday, and she'll be here during my recovery to look after the boys. I'm kinda looking forward to a "break from motherhood", the last six months I've constantly had at least Ryan, usually both boys, with me, often while trying to keep my business running, and it's running me ragged.

So desperate to get away from raising your own progeny that you'd rather have surgery than raise them?
Awesome.
Then there's a really long post about what shit was like in 1908 and CAN YOU ONLY IMAGINE HOW AWESOME WE'LL BE IN ANOTHER 100 YEARS? Which I guess is a fun post, but it's an unrealistic expectation. Technology will (and already has) slowed down, so I'd be willing to gamble the differences between 1908 and 2008 will be greater than 2008 and 2108.

Or a little over 10 years ago, I remember thinking it was so amazing when my family got a PC in 1995. We has our own computer, in our house!

And those were good times. I remember getting the Wishbone Adventure game of the Odyssey.
Shit was, as they say, so cash.

So, my surgery is scheduled for Thursday, September 25. I'm a little nervous about it, not sure why.

I know I'm always a little discomforted knowing the root of the word "surgery". It's from the Greek Cheirourgos, meaning "doing by hand". Not "healing sick people" or "fixing the broken", "doing by hand" like you're some kind of cross stitch. Keep that in mind. Incidentally in the dark ages they were called "chirurgeons" which I think sounds a lot better than surgeon.
I'd really like to know what kind of surgery she's having, though. Something cosmetic? Major?

*EDIT* I almost forgot the other major thing going on with me. I have to have gall bladder surgery in the not too distant future.

Ah. I think that typically shortens your lifespan by a good 5-10 years. The gall bladder isn't useless, though you can live perfectly (albeit shorter) happily without it.
Then one of those HIT SHUFFLE ON YOUR iPOD AND ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS BASED ON WHAT'S PLAYING.
Goddamn I hate those.
So she failed her bookkeeping test (they test people on everything, don't they?) and she blamed her failure on, get this, the fact that she's already a bookkeeper.
This means one of two things. Either she's the worst bookkeeper ever, or as I always suspected, tests mean dick.

My little piglet (he was born in the year of the Boar).

Boars are wild pigs, yes that's true.
Now there's a long article about the ACTE law which lets the government seize any digital device to examine for... Whatever it is they're looking for. Child porn? A Microsoft document cleverly titled "DEATH TO THE INFIDEL AMERICANS!"? Who knows. Who cares. Then she goes on and on about limiting the personal information you have on your computer and shit.
Look anything important that I don't want anyone else knowing I do the old fashioned spy way. I memorize it then destroy anything pertaining to it. I'm sure the government isn't overly concerned about your iPod playlist or your fucking blog that contains mostly cat pictures anyway.

Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she stood there until the manager came over to help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and almost cried. Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s

You updated later saying you just had your 30th birthday, which by my calculations means you were born in 1978. What do you know about education in the 50s, again, exactly?
All right I'm done because then she starts repeating herself over and over with boring work shit no one cares about.
Hopefully WAR straightened itself out by now.