My response to an internet joke

Here’s the joke.

Ayn Rand, Rand Paul and Paul Ryan walk into a bar. The bartender serves them tainted alcohol because there are no regulations. They die.

Here’s my response:


No, no NO you’re telling it all wrong. Ayn Rand, Rand Paul and Paul Ryan walk into a bar owned by Thom Tillis. Ayn Rand never pays for a drink because, well, she never does, and Rand Paul left his wallet in the car so Paul Ryan, who’s generally considered the stupid one of the trio anyway, digs out his Amex and pays. The cocktail onions are contaminated, the glasses are filthy and the tabletop hasn’t been wiped down since Vietnam. Ayn Rand says “A is A. I need privately funded medical attention.” and keels over. The other two ignore her because hey bitches be crazy. Rand Paul says, “I’m considering changing my position,” and keels over. Paul Ryan takes a selfie with their corpses and goes on a book tour; there isn’t a microbe alive that doesn’t back away from him slow.

Could not cpap

I tried. I couldn’t manage it. I wore it for an hour while awake.

We are watching season 8 of SG1 and season 1 of SGA concurrently, which I enjoy doing.

After taking a week long break, I am completely back on my painkiller (one per day when I wake up) and supplement regimen.  Vitamin C for wound healing, vitamin d for mood and bones, vitamin B6 because I feel better when I take it, a probiotic that is the best balance of what bugs and what cost, and sometimes I take glucosamine even though the studies say it’s a con.  All I know is that I feel like I bend better.

In a while I’m going to make myself pork patties and brussels with a side salad for lunch.

Wrote 400 words yesterday on the equivalent to St. Crispins day speech.  It’s all wrong but at least I don’t have to unravel it and rewind it.  Imagine doing that everytime you wrote something wrong…