The *uckenings 38

I’m not gonna lie, my patience has been thin. Very fragile. I will keep working on it. I just gave a certain customer service shit, because they deserved it. My customer experience has been less than pleasant and I am no longer your cookie. I will be a boiling soup, a steamed noodle broth. These times certainly asking the best of data collectors on the world wide web. Show us what you got guys. It’s been disappointing so far. It proofs my point that most of you spend their days making coffee at an overcrowded co-working space and talking nonsense, while trying to sound fancy using terms no-one, especially no dictionary, has ever heard of. You suck and I am looking forward to watch you improve your performance curve. The spotlight is on ya.

My moon cup has arrived last month. I’d love to write a review but my vocabulary won’t let me describe what I went through. Nobody wants to hear about my specified 5-day journey I don’t think. It involved blood and therefor I won’t drag this any further.

Meanwhile, the earth is melting. And very intelligent people have been explaining this over and over and over again. Once more astrophysicists have come across the subject, while trying to find another planet for our species to live on. With the same atmosphere and living conditions. So they can export our Asses. Since I am leaning more and more towards the big bang theory, which basically says, we are all a damn miracle – how big are the chances to find another earth? I mean seriously. Would it be easiest to reset our consuming mentality, find back to our roots and prevent dooms day?

Did you know that Koalas have been given birth control? It’s a fact. And there are people on this planet that would rather save one human instead of several dogs. Except for kids. They would always save the dogs or at least make it a close call. That gives me hope. And makes me think of Paul Hugo, the little doggie poopy I was thinking about adopting… I wonder how he is. And following that string of thoughts, it made me think of Hansi. Where did you go Hansi? Was he ever real even? Maybe he exported himself to a tropical island before the winter hit us hard. It hasn’t stopped puking down buckets and buckets of powder. And then we got frozen. I reckon after somewhat minus 8 it doesn’t matter anymore, how much minus it is. It’s just freezing-your-tits-off-cold. At least I can see a slow upward trend in how we all start seeing life and the complaining mentality seems to get educated a little. I approve. Let’s conserve that.

Did you know that beavers are afraid of bridges? Their most common way to die, is getting run over by cars, because they need to over-pass a bridge. Under-passing ain’t an option for a beaver. It’s called a Gephyrophopia. The fear of bridges. Even though I think there should be a separate name for it, if it concerns beavers no?