The Bozo Brain's Ballistic Adventures

No pictures? Well... Uh... I'm hoping what I did was interesting enough to dismiss the "picture" requirement, but... HEY! When you're as big a looser as me, getting out of bed is an adventure!

Uh, let's see... I got up! Yeah, I know... Hard to believe, but I actually did it, yet again!

After that, I did the normal "getting up" things like taking a shower, etc. I then walked around my room for a while, thinking like I often do.

Kellie then came in my room to see if I was up and she asked me what I was doing. I told her I was going to go to MicroCenter, so I did.

I walked straight to the back of the store and picked up a little USB sound card. It's kind of cool. It's a little bigger than a memory stick and has a headphone jack in the back. (You know, like a Jack in the Box.) I then remembered I needed some more crimp-on ends for network cable, so I walked over there to discover prices that were almost beyond what I was willing to pay for them.

On my way to the tech-out (check out), I saw the rows of laptop cases and remembered I was told to buy a laptop case for my new laptop at work the next time I was at Microcenter, so I picked up a Swiss Gear pack for $89.

After my random musings and trying not to feel embarassed for trying on backpacks, I looked for ways to shoplift. After a couple attempts, the employees told me that this was going to take forever and it would save them and me time to just pay for the junk and leave. I was rather disgruntled by this point, so they gave me a free memory stick to cheer me up.

Upon arriving at the location of payment, I was confronted by yet another "honey" older lady. What is it with the older ladies who look like they've smoked their lives away in casinos? They always call you "honey." Well, I didn't mind. Makes a nice break from "MORON!", "STUPID IDIOT!", and "LOOSER!"

I paid for my junk on my credit card and then told her I needed the backpack tax-exempt on my government credit card. (Thanks for paying your taxes this year, by the way :-) After a bunch of looking, she called the store manager who looked some more and eventually re-entered my info into their computer. I guess they're in the process of changing their database, so even though there's a few people in my group who buy stuff at MicroCenter for government use, we weren't in there for some reason.

I drove back home and stopped at the Kipling Express Car Wash. Great place for a car wash, BTW. For $4 you can have one of the best $4 washes I've seen. Plus, I like the place because they have servo-controlled squirters, but that's just me. I pulled up to the automated payment thingy. Usually, someone comes out and does it all for you, but no one came out this time, so after hanging as far out the window as my balance point would permit me, I finally opened the door and got out to pay. Next, I pulled up to the entrance where people scrub your windows before you go through the automated car wash. I'm thinking the guy who did the scrubbing was the owner because he did a really good job. Meanwhile, I got to feel like a dork because I suddenly realized I really didn't need a car wash at all. I guess the last snow cleaned it all off, so I got to sit in a clean car while the guy scrubbed my clean windows for a long time. It was nice and I got to feel like my normal self. (I.E. an idiot.)

After the car wash, I headed over to the gas station, all the while Bianca (my GPS) sighed, "Recalculating" at every neighborhood street I passed.

After I got gas, I went home and ate lunch.

I then worked on my robot, an old computer, some software, and a thing in the wood shop.

I then turned into a grump, my brothers scattered, I ate dinner, I was still a grump, I ate ice cream, and now I'm happy :-)