July 11, 2013

• roof paint, pains, and black helicoptors

  I get a bang on my door, and my neighbor hollering in if I'm awake. I jump out of bed and ask "where's the fire?!".  she said "no fire, I just got some of Brian's mail, and I'm getting ready to re-roof paint my trailer".  now this is Brian's mom speaking. she's in her mid 60's. she has almost as hard a time going down the three porch stairs as Rosie did and she wants to re-roof paint her trailer.  I had a couple three hours to kill before going back to work, so I asked if she'd mind if I helped. as it turned out, she got the real thick stuff, and only had dollar store rollers, but we made due, until the rollers disintegrated from the cheapness.  we may have only gotten about a tenth of the way done. I told her she'll maybe have to invest in something a little heavier duty. she said she'll head to the hardware store and see what they got. meanwhile, it was time for me to eat something, shower, and get ready to go back to the stalag (yup.  those 11 days off are all but gone).

  work went fine, but after a good six hours, I started getting back all those familiar aches and pains.  my right hand index finger (arthritis?), my tennis (spanker's) elbow, my left knee, my right shoulder.  most pain is just from gettin' old, the rest is prob'ly from gettin' old too.  anyway, I have a Vicodin left over from my wisdom toof's bein' yanked out, so I pop me one of those.  between roof work and work work, I feel a bit beat up, being that that's the only activity (sans the golf range) that I've done through out those 11 days.

   

  alright, we got this dude from work, he's a pretty intelligent guy, but tonight he tells me a story that kind of throws him into that naive category (in my honest opinion).  he tells me that he was surfing the web and apparently ran into the wrong porn site, because next thing you know, there's an FBI insignia staring him in the face, locking his computer, and scaring the hell out of him with "if you don't pay $300 within 72 hours, you will be prosecuted as a sex offender [and other various threats] *paraphrased*. I told him it was prob'ly a clever hack job, and the easiest way to unlock your 'puter without paying is to reformat and reinstall windows, but then, as if he didn't hear a word I said, he says "the FBI!  they could find out where I live and get me!  I don't want to be tagged a sex offender!..."  fessing up after all that, that he was scared into paying the money.  I let him know that he best keep an eye on that MC account, 'cause now this hacker has plenty to work with to steal your identity. I don't know as I got thru to him.  I still think he's convinced the black helicopters are going to start dropping paratrooper lines over his house.  oh well.  live and learn.  some of these phishing scams/ malware attacks and what-have-you can get you unraveled if you're not careful...[website describing said vicious ransom-ware]
  

  anyway, gotta hit the sack, so I can help Brian's mom work some more on her roof tomorrow before another stint at the stalag.  sounds like we have the whole weekend off (stalag), so maybe I'll have more time to help wid da roofus.

  oh yeah, I was gonna comment on a movie I saw on Netflix.  it's very bizarro, but I dug it!  the further (farther?) I got into it, the better/stranger it had gotten. the movie's called "John Dies in the End".  it's very quirky!  there are a couple other movies, that I don't remember the titles to right off the top of me skull, but will mention them when I'm less tired...Netflix RULES!!
  

   

   

   

   

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